Beautiful Disaster

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Kelly Clarkson or her song, and I make no profit of any kind off of this, unless it is a smile.

Rating: T (because I don't want to underrate something)

Summary: Everything is moving forward, but will Quatre be safe?

Warning: shonen ai, 4/6, mention of 2/3, 1/5. Basically I write nothing past kisses. This fanfiction really has nothing to do with the original story line.

Possibel spoilers about Zechs!

Chapter 9: "...strong as what I believe..."

Darkness was unavoidable, certain, and necessary even. If everything were bright, light and happy all of the time, then people would probably not be happy at all, in fact, there might be nothing at all. In order for darkness there is light, in order for happy there is sad, in order for something there is nothing, in order to awake there must be asleep.

Sleep was beginning to seem way too welcoming, maybe if he stayed asleep he wouldn't feel anything, therefore he wouldn't have to worry, be sad, be in pain, have problems such as these.

But that didn't make perfect sense, if he did stay sleeping forever, where would Milliardo be, where would that leave Zechs? If he stayed like this without pain, wouldn't he begin to miss Zechs, and the awkward, insistant way he said to call him "Millardo"? Wouldn't that be the greatest pain, even more than loosing his eyes, or having to struggle for his place in life? Wouldn't Zechs miss him, feel for him, need him to come back?

Quatre knew, he couldn't let this darkness wash everything away... He knew because Zechs Merquise would be left, all alone, suspended in his mind, unable to break away and leave him with nothing... There would never be nothing with Zechs still in existence.

Quatre squirmed, trying to break his bonds. He tugged desperately at the metal restraints until he felt pain, this pain was nothing, Quatre struggled harder, continuing to force his hands free of the metal straps. Quatre felt a small 'grrr' noise in the base of his throat, the noise got louder until a full yell escaped as he used all of his strength trying to free himself. Maybe all he was doing was dreaming, maybe he was still asleep and none of this was getting done... He needed to open his eyes to know this was real, and to know he still had the vital seeing orbs.

The blond forced himself to slowly open his eyes, but all he saw was black, nothing! Did he really loose his eyes. Quatre tried to look around in a panic until he saw a small sliver of light from a door left partially open. Quatre sighed with relief, and thought reasonably, "Anyone would at least panic a little if they thought their eyes were gouged out!"

He tried to move again, and found a deep pain race up his arms, starting at the wrists. Quatre figured that he wasn't dreaming, and had actually damaged his wrists to some degree. Now it was time to think of a way out. Quatre closed his eyes and listened, trying to hear any clues out of this mess.

"Beg your pardon, we are looking for a friend, could you help us?" Zechs asked the slender house-owner, who just gazed with his cerulean eyes.

"Please, this is urgent!" Duo tried, pleading with eyes and voice.

"Well," The man said, "I don't know how to help you, no one ever comes out here, so I haven't seen a soul aside for your bunch."

"He has light blond hair, about this tall, turquoise blue eyes." Trowa joined in, pushing his way past Heero and Wufei to get closer to the person.

"No, haven't seen him. Do you mind? There is a reason I prefer out here, no one to bug me."

"Saison Prairie, that's your name, right?" Trowa took another step forward, now inches from the taller man. "We would love your help, and if you still don't want to, there are thousands of ways to persuade you." The brunette's eyes were mostly covered by his hair, but what the man saw of them, he should have wished he hadn't, however he gazed unshaken at the slightly smaller person. Trowa realized shortly that this was going nowhere, and decided to act. With quick and precise movements Trowa reached out and grabbed Saison's left hand, spun him and had him pinned, face down on the floor before anyone knew what was happening. "Go! Search this place top to bottom, I wanna know every inch was checked for Quatre, or any signs of him being here!" Trowa ordered.

"All right, les' go people!" Duo hollered, nearly stampeding through the entry, all but Trowa and his captive following close after.

Trowa watched the others run, once out of sight a small chuckle disturbed the new silence, trowa looked down at Saison. The chuckles grew louder into laughter, the kind of laughter Trowa thought an evil scientist would have after an experiment gone right.

"You fools have no idea, do you?" Saison shouted, "No idea! Now I have you all!"

"You're the fool," Trowa grimaced, "There's no way any of us are going to let you get away with this."

"Ha! Imbecile, I have you all right where you need to be." Saison laughed hysterically. Trowa knew that this behavior meant he was guilty, but what was with this laughter? Was there something he was missing?

"Uh," Trowa began to feel weak, his muscles would hardly hold Saison in place, he had missed something, and that something was so obvious. "Poi...son?"

The laughing subsided, "No, Trowa, just a knock out drug."

Trowa's ears began ringing as he fought to stay conscious, let alone balanced. Despite all effort Trowa felt himself falter, then he fell, he didn't know when he hit the floor, because the darkness had swallowed him whole... How was he going to help the others? He couldn't let this man get away... So stupid, he hadn't noticed the needle at all...

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Comment from sis: Just a few really tiny mistakes, and at one point Saison sounds to be asking a question, but he's crazy so the punctuation can go both ways, either ? or ! ... I'm a punct addict...

Keep it up!! This is turning into the best story you've written so far!! I love it and can't wait for the next one!! Ja na!!

Note: Is it just me or did I start turning this into suspense/angst-ish?? Need to get some romance back, huh? Let's all get some R&R, I mean read and review, you know we all love 'em. Happy V-day!