Warnings: This is SLASH!!! That means boy-on-boy action.

Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Dedicated to: My sister, Dani.

I woke up in a dream today

To the cold of a static

And put my cold feet on the floor

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering I'm pretending

To be where I'm not anymore

-Linkin Park, "With You"

Harry thrashed about in his sleep, moaning and whimpering softly. Behind his closed eyes, images of tortured children, screaming and pleading parents in the background quickly followed by a tall, brown haired man. Back and forth it went for what seemed to be hours before everything faded to black, and he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, never hearing someone enter the room. He didn't feel that someone gently caress his cheek.

Trowa and Quatre came in around midnight to look in on their patient one more time before they retired to bed. They opened the door and smiled. Wufei sat asleep in the chair next to the bed. They closed the door, not wanting to wake the two and smiled. Maybe Wufei wouldn't be alone much longer.

This pattern continued for two more nights with Wufei leaving before Harry woke up. On the three day, however, he didn't wake up fast enough.

"Wufei…" The soft words pierced though the lingering sleepiness of his mind, and he snapped his eyes open. Striking emerald watched him. "How long have you been in here?"

Having been caught, he found no reason to lie. "A few nights. You were thrashing around in your sleep."

Harry frowned. "Oh. I'm sorry for waking you." He lowered his eyes to his hands on the blanket, a light blush on his cheeks.

Wufei stood and, without another word, left the room. Once outside the room, he leaned against the wall. 'What is this feeling? Why do I want to comfort him? Maybe some meditation will help rid me of these strange feelings.'

Heero sat at the kitchen table, already typing on his laptop. Quatre was sipping his tea, watching Trowa cook over the rim of his cup. And at the end of the table sat the eye-twitching, death-glaring Wufei. The recipient of said death-glare sat grinning and sipping a known fourth cup of coffee.

Quatre, annoyed with the staring match and the feelings of one angry pilot and a over-hyper one, spoke. "Duo, why don't you go and get Raiden?" He phrased it as question, yet the others knew it was an order because of the way his normally soft eyes harden. His eyes promised pain to one or both of them if one didn't leave the room soon.

Duo smiled before bouncing out of the room. Trowa had pronounced Harry, or Raiden as he wished to be called, fit enough to come eat with them. He, along with Quatre, would begin their lessons with him tomorrow. Heero's hacking lessons would also begin tomorrow, while the physical stuff, like the weapons and stealth lessons, would start when Trowa deemed him healthily enough for strenuous activities such as those.

Opening the door to Raiden's room, he smiled at the small ebony haired boy. "Morning, Raiden. Ready to go down and eat?" He asked, setting the now empty cup on the table near the door.

Raiden smiled and shook his head, watching the brunette finish his seventh cup of coffee. "Yeah, I'm ready." He smiled as Duo came over to the bed and helped him stand. He could move by himself, but both the American and Arabian refused to let him stand by himself. "You may reopen one of your wounds." Quatre argued. But the two had allowed him to change him the clothes they had first dressed him in, which were Heero's, into something that fit him better.

Walking slowly down the hall, Duo carrying their combined weight, not like Raiden weighted much; A wet swan probably weighed more that he did. Once they reached the stairs, Raiden shifted his weight to his right leg, leaning on the railing instead of Duo.

Well now, Quatre's seat is the perfect one to watch the stairs, so he saw the two brunette pranksters coming down. He smiled as they entered the kitchen, right as Trowa finished breakfast. "Morning, Raiden. How are you feeling?"

Raiden moved to sit in the only empty seat, which was next to Wufei, who looked ready to kill his American copilot. "I'm feeling much better." He smiled.

"That's good. Then your lessons will begin today. Trowa said from his seat next to his Arab lover. "I've created a new identity for you. Your new name is Raiden Yoshizawa. Both of your parents are dead. An attack on one of the colonies killed them. You know Quatre, who was a family friend. You recently came to live with him." He handed Raiden a stack of papers that included a birth certificate, death certificates for his "parents" and a passport.

Trowa continued. "Today, you will be learning history from Quatre in the library."

Raiden nodded. "Thank you."

The troubling dreams that had been haunting him for the last three nights faded from Raiden's mind as Raiden laughed at the antics of his new friend. Duo teased the two stoic pilots while Trowa and Quatre talked quietly about Raiden's lessons.

"Heero Yuy was a charismatic politician from the colonies. In 165, the colonists elected him as their chief representative and used his incredible personal magnetism to help unite the colonies. He began preaching a policy of pacifism and non-violence, urging the world's nations to disarm. This policy won him the support of many, including the monarchs of the Sanc Kingdom, the Peacecrafts. In 174, he began making a goodwill tour of the colonies and began preparations for a colonial independence movement. However his career, and live, were cut short. One year later, on April 7, 175, he was assassinated by Odin Lowe. Upon his death, the United Earth Sphere Alliance began tightening the colonists' freedoms even further, cutting off communications between the colonies in fear of the colonist rebelling. Their plan failed. The colonists began rebelling." Quatre quoted from memory, watching as Raiden wrote down everything about the martyred pacifist leader Heero had been named after.

Harry frowned. "Is that who Heero was named for?" He had heard the recognized leader of the group name.

Quatre smiled. He was proving to be an intelligent boy. "Yes, Heero is named after him. Heero was found and taken in by Dr. J, a former OZ member. Trowa was also given a name."

He nodded. "What is the United Earth Sphere Alliance and OZ?" he asked, pen ready to write the answers.

"In 133, every nation on Earth was untied under the rule of the United Earth Sphere Alliance., known as the Alliance. Any country that seceded from the Alliance was destroyed by their forces. After Yuy's assassination, the Alliance used military force to seize the colonies, who had resisted their power. OZ, the Organization of the Zodiac or the Specials, was a special military force of mobile suits."

"In 195, top Alliance leaders met at New Edwards Base. A group of colonist rebels attacked the group because of a misinformation. They believe OZ leaders were meeting there. They tried to escape, but their leader was tricked into destroying the shuttle that carried the Alliance leaders. All but one of the leaders were killed."

Lost in memories, he continued. "In the chaos that followed, the Specials revealed their true identity as OZ. They began attacking UESA forces. The Alliance was annihilated in a bloody coup d'etat known as Operation Daybreak, and OZ gained control of a large portion of Earth. This war between the two groups raged on for months. Small groups of Alliance forces were left in space, but soon even those were destroyed as OZ worked its way into space."

"General Septum, the only living leader at the time of the blast, blamed the Gundams for the attack on New Edwards. As such, they lost all support from the colonies. OZ took them over, one by one, telling the colonists that they will liberate them from the Alliance's tyranny."

"However, problems began to raise. Treize Khushrenada, the leader of OZ, disapproved of the Mobile Doll created. No pilot was need to control it. Treize believed that this took all the beauty, honor, and glory out of battle. OZ forced him from his leadership and kept him under house arrest. OZ splits into two forces, those who agreed with Treize, the Treize fraction, and those who didn't, the Romefeller."

Looking at the clock, Quatre noticed that two hours had passed. "That's enough for today. We'll continue this discussion tomorrow, picking up with the World Nation." He watched as Raiden walked out of the room, passing Trowa, who was on his way in.

"How did it go?" He asked, wrapping his arms around his blond lover's waist.

Quatre sighed and rested his head against his love's chest. "Hard. I taught him up to the split of OZ. From Heero Yuy on through." He turned in Trowa's arms and kissed him gently. "I hope he never has to learn what we've done."

"Neither do I." He whispered into his head. "Neither do I."

Wufei watched from the doorway as Raiden moved about the kitchen, gathering the things needed to make a sandwich while reading over his notes from Quatre's lesson. The sunlight shone through the window blinds and landed on his raven locks, causing them to shine a dark midnight blue.

Raiden turned on his heel and walked toward the door, still looking over his notes. Absorbed in them, he bumped into a wall, or what felt like a wall. Only the arms that prevented him from falling informed him that he had run into someone and not something. Looking up, he met the onyx eyes of the Chinese loner. Blushing, he looked down and murmured, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The soft words were said in a rich, baritone voice. "Trowa said you should be able to begin your physical lessons in a few days. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready to be up and doing things."

A small smile crossed Wufei's face as he realized Raiden hated not being able to do physical activities as much as he did.

Realizing he had been holding Raiden the whole time, he released him and moved passed him to the cabinet that held his tea bags. 'These strange feelings again. What is it about him that causes these strange feelings?' Wufei thought to himself as he set about making his tea. 'What is this feeling?'

Wufei, caught in his own thoughts, never noticed the pension look on Raiden's face as he left the room. 'What is the matter with me? Why do I have butterflies in my stomach? The last time I felt like this was when I liked Cho, but it was small compared to the mass of them that flutter into existence when I am around Wufei. Could I…like Wufei?'

AN: Well, here's the fourth chapter. Thanks you for the reviews to a starving author. They help feed my inspiration and my muses. I'm starting a little newsletter. For those interested, I will send them a email when the next chapter is posted. Just leave your email in a review.

I noticed in my reviews, that many of my readers have not seen Gundam Wing, so I wrote this chapter so they would know a bit more about some of the groups and characters. For those who have seen Gundam Wing, this is just like a mini history review, just in case you forgot anything. The next chapter will be the same type. After that, it gets better.