A/N: Due to reader question, I will say this again. I'm doing these OC stories with Wufei (done, "Troublemaker"), Trowa (Done "Darkest Light"), Quatre (Here, in progress "Secrets Kept") and Duo (Just started, first chapter up "Silenced"). There will be a sequel that will tie up all four of these, and I believe will have hints of HeeroXRelena.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, and I do not make a profit from this. But I do own Simbi Treva Bettos, so please ask if you want to use her, ok?

"So you slept in her bed last night." Trowa noted as he sipped his tea the next morning at the table with Quatre. Simbi was still blissfully asleep, and the two had been talking for a half hour before Quatre sleeping in Simbi's room been brought up.

"Yes." Quatre nodded placidly. "Nothing happened."

Trowa couldn't hide his smile. "I know. The door was open."

Quatre choked on his tea and looked away from his best friend in an attempt to hide the blush creeping over his face. "We're just friends." He protested, though he stared into his tea as he said it. "Really. She wouldn't like me anyway."

"I disagree. She went to the wall for you..." Trowa began, but trailed off when he saw Simbi at the foot of the stairs.

"It's not night anymore, Quatre, the moon has left behind sun streaks to give us day!" Simbi kissed Quatre's cheek, and then turned to Trowa. "I'm very sorry, Trowa sir. I never meant to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and you clearly don't."

Trowa nodded, though he wasn't exactly sure what triple negatives meant. "I was never mad, but apology accepted."

"Thank you, very much kind sir of the circus." Simbi giggled to herself and darted into the kitchen.

"So why didn't this girlfriend of yours come with you to visit?" Quatre tried to steer the conversation away from Simbi's oddness. Trowa accepted the invitation without hesitation.

"She said she would feel weird visiting someone she didn't know, and that Catherine needed her if I was going to be gone." Trowa gave a nod. "I understand her logic."

Quatre nodded, though he couldn't help thinking what it would be like without Simbi around. The house would seem empty, he figured. Too huge, and empty like a box with no contents.

"So how did she know Relena?" Trowa broke the silence. "Did they know each other as children?"

"Before the fall of the Sanc." Quatre nodded. "She knew Relena's brother as well, she was actually-"

"Honey, don't you dare." Simbi poked her head out from the kitchen. "Redirect and regroup." With that she disappeared back into the kitchen.

Trowa raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Her family was very close to the Peacecrafts," Quatre began again, "And when the Sanc fell, Simbi's family was no longer safe. They were killed, and Simbi found me here."

"How did she find you?" Trowa pressed. Though he was sure Simbi was fairly harmless, he still wanted the whole truth.

"She never told me." Quatre shrugged. "Is it really all that important?"

Simbi leaned against the counter, listening to the boys talk. She couldn't tell them how she had found Quatre simply because she didn't know. It had been like following a trail, just following her instincts. She knew she was lucky that any of the Maganac Corp. hadn't shot her, but that was just luck.

She had heard of a kindly Gundam Pilot somewhere in the area, though she didn't know where. She had simply known, and though she wanted to attribute it to lady luck smiling on her, or chance, she knew something wasn't right. Something had led her here, but what was it?

"Simbi?" Quatre called. "Simbi, can we talk to you for a minute?"

"No!" She shrieked, darting for the other kitchen door. "I cannot not tell, I don't not know, I have no secrets I can manage!" With that, she ran up to her room and slammed the door, trembling with fear of being found out.

"Usually she's so calm..." Quatre sighed and stood. "I don't understand why she's acting like this."

"She seemed terrified." Trowa muttered, confused by all of this. "Quatre, be careful. She's hiding something..."

"She's not dangerous." Quatre shook his head. "She's just confused. And I need to help her." He rushed up the stairs and hesitated with his hand on the doorknob before knocking.

Trowa shook his head and went to find a phone, not wanting to be a part of Quatre's love problems.

A/N: I realize that for some reason, my last two chapters have ended with Trowa. I'm sorry, I don't know why that is. Thank you for reading and will you please drop me a comment? I love hearing from my readers!