A/N: Trying to get an update on everything in one day is torturous. On a lighter note, I hope you're enjoying this story, as dark as it is. It will get a bit lighter towards the end, I think. On to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I make no profit from this.

I reasoned that it would make sense if we slept in the same bed, that way I could keep an eye on Quatre and I would be right there if he needed me.

But when I woke up at exactly midnight, Quatre had disappeared.

I heard someone playing the piano and I crept down the hall, peering into the music room. Quatre sat there, eyes closed, fingers dancing over the grand piano.

I closed my eyes for a moment too; the sound was enough to lull me to sleep standing if I wasn't careful.

I blinked after a moment, the song had become familiar. I began to sing the lullaby that I had heard as a child, the music and my voice matching almost perfectly, though my singing voice had never been completely perfect.

The lullaby ended and I whispered the last words that had been on the recorded version of the lullaby, since my Mother had never actually sang to me. I heard Quatre's voice meld and wind around my own, and I blinked to see him standing in front of me.

"I didn't mean to wake you, Dorothy, I'm sorry." Quatre gave me a guilty look like a puppy that had piddled on the new carpet. "I'm sorry, I'll come back to bed."

"You better." My threatening tone was ruined when I yawned. "Let me see your arm first."

Quatre willingly held out his arm, and I was relieved to see all the bandages were still neatly in place. "Music calms me." He explained in a whisper, and let me lead him back to my room.

"If you need to go to the music room then wake me up next time." I yanked him back down onto the bed, my heart still pounding from the panic that had nearly taken over when I had found him gone.

"Dorothy?" Quatre asked tentatively as I flicked off the light and squeezed him against me. "Will... will it ever stop?"

"Yes." I said, though it was a lie, at least from what I knew. "Go back to sleep."

He lay there, twitchy and unsure for about half an hour, and then he drifted off. I made sure he was going to stay asleep, and then I let myself fade into sleep.

In the dream, it was years ago.

"Rosalie!" I jumped up and down at my older sister's door. "Rose, Rose, Rose!" I waved my A plus paper at the door as if she could see it. "Rose, can I come in? Rose!" I walked in without her permission, as Mother had told me so many times not to do.

Rosalie Catalonia was facedown in a puddle of blood that had escaped through long slices on her arms. I touched her cheek lightly and she was cold. My shaking, 7-year-old hand drew back.

"Rosalie!" I screamed, I cried, until Mother came. She called the ambulance, but even I knew it was too late. I stood there, staring at the puddle of blood. This was my sister. This was all that was left of her, really, all that they hadn't taken away. She was gone, and she had done it herself. I had known... I shouldn't have let her-

"Dorothy!" Quatre was shaking me, and I felt my scream cut off. "Dorothy, what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I wiped tears off my cheeks and sat up, trying to keep my breathing even.

Quatre gave me the "hypocrite" look and I sighed.

"I was dreaming about my sister's death." I hugged Quatre tightly, probably tighter than I meant to. "Please, please don't kill yourself. I wouldn't be able to take it, so just don't even think about it, ok?"

Quatre pulled back and regarded me with quiet eyes. "Dorothy, if I died, what would you do?" It wasn't a question that implied something as far as I could tell, but I knew I had to step carefully still.

"I don't know. Probably something brash and reckless." I took a deep breath; I didn't need to be talking about this right now. "But I do know, I'd be very upset. Suicide is a selfish thing, and you're not a selfish person, Quatre. Don't change your ways now."

Quatre smiled sadly. "Sometimes I feel it's all my fault." He whispered, hugging me close again.

"Yeah." I said, feeling tears spring to my eyes. "I understand that."

A/N: Man, this is a dark story. I try my best to make sure it has its light moments, but I feel like I'm not doing a good job. Anyway, tell me what I can do to improve? And thank you so much for reading!