QUATRE

The banging on the door had him running from his office to open the front door. Cutting his call to his business partners short, he sprinted and caught the door before whoever it was knocked his door in. Opening the door, he realized it was a good thing he got to the door when he did. What with Heero Yuy banging in a door, the chances of it standing on its hinges for the night would have been a surety.

Before he could say anything, Heero walked into the house, tossing out a, 'I'm spending the night here,' he walked up the stairs towards the bedrooms. Looking out past the porch and seeing Wufei's bike and not the Chinese man, he closed the door and rushed behind Heero. He could feel a rush of confused emotions coming in waves from the Japanese man. Wanting to say something, he saw Trowa clad in nothing but a towel step out of their bedroom just as Heero reached the landing.

Looking at Heero, the tall man nodded towards one of the other bedrooms, 'That bedroom's free and has all that you would need for the night,' he mentioned casually.

Heero nodded and may have said, 'Thanks,' Quatre was not so sure and went into said bedroom, promptly slamming the door shut. Looking from the door to Trowa, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. His lover infuriatingly just shrugged and went back into their bedroom.

Standing and gaping on the stairs, Quatre glared at one bedroom and then his. Would it kill the men in his life to give him a heads-up or even tell him what the hell they were thinking? Oh nooo! They had to just go about slamming doors or going to bed. Growling under his breath, he headed to his office. That was Wufei's bike in his driveway. That meant Heero's ... confusion had to do with the Chinese man.

Another one of the men in his life he wanted to throttle. Hand the man the one thing of his dreams, you would think the man would have capitalized. But nooo, honour and all that jazz had the Shenlong pilot playing perfect roommate to who would have been his lover for life. He wanted to pull his hair out. He coached Heero enough about Wufei and told Wufei to try the art of romance. Apparently the two men were too busy saving the world to worry about romance or the like.

Punching in the numbers to call Wufei, he waited ready to chew the Chinese man out for not making any progress and for potentially chasing Heero away. Why else was Heero in his house and not the Chinese man's house. Just before the phone was picked up on the other end, the comm. unit was snatched from his hand and he was shoved away from the vidscreen. Turning to give the other person a piece of his mind, he was met instead with an annoyed green stare halting his tirade.

'Hello?' he could hear Wufei question.

Trowa answered instead, 'Heero's spending the night here. You better get some rest, you have a mission tomorrow,' not giving the other man a chance to ask or say anything.

Wufei just nodded and the vidscreen went blank. Trowa placed the receiver on the comm. unit and turned to glare at Quatre. Feeling miffed that his lover, the man who had his heart had just taken things out of this hands, the blonde man started to speak but was cut short, 'Not now, Quatre!'

Taken aback, Quatre looked at his European lover, 'Now is not the time. You have done enough. Let them sort it out. It is up to them to do what they must, not you!' His lover admonished lightly.

It still stung though, 'I'm just trying to he-'

'No, you are just helping yourself,' Trowa said sternly, then softly continued, 'No one is going to contest the fact that you are doing this because you think it is right, but you have set them in that motion, let them work things out as it should. Let them work it out. Now, are you done and coming to bed, or are you working some more?'

Quietly mulling over everything Trowa had said, he mumbled, 'Coming to bed too.' Following his lover he left the room, turning off the lights and setting up the security on the front door before heading towards their room. He would butt out for now. But if in a week they had not sorted it out he would step in, Quatre promised himself.

This was the only way!

HEERO

Two weeks had passed. Wufei had left the next day on a mission. Trowa had of course informed him of that. Knowing the escape offer for what it was, he decided it was better to face an empty house than the questions that Quatre would ask once the blonde woke up.

So he had thanked Trowa for the hospitality, got on the bike - Wufei's bike - and headed towards their apartment.

He went through the motions, but his mind was still all over the place. The week after that Heero had left on a mission with Zechs. Which was where he was right now. Wufei would have returned from his mission the day after Heero had left – at least that was what the roster at HQ had stated.

Strangely enough, Heero was a little upset that he could not see the smaller man. Though why was beyond him, considering the Shenlong pilot so obviously was looking at Heero as... as …

'You want to talk about why you're sitting there sighing constantly?!' a deep voice jerked him out of his thoughts.

Damn! He lost track of his surroundings. They were supposed to be watching an arms dealer's manufacturing unit and keeping track of the shipment of goods and the trucks coming and going. That was very amateurish of him to not pay attention to the mission at hand. Cursing himself three ways to the moon and back, he kept his tone monotone, 'No.'

He could feel light blue eyes glancing in his direction, and forced himself to stare straight ahead at the scene in front of him. He would not get dragged into this conversation, whatever the conversation was, with the brother of the woman who had almost trapped him in marriage. Lover of Duo's or not, he would not.

'Okay,' Zechs said quietly. And for some reason that non-judgemental tone had Heero speaking.

'Why?'

'Why what,' Zechs replied, sounding a little distracted.

'Why are you willing to listen?' What did Zechs get from getting Heero to open up? This was Heero's problem. And where was he going with this conversation again?

Zechs was silent for awhile, they were after all scouting the trucks movements and making notes and capturing information for future reference. 'Maybe because you look quite lost and I figured talking might help you gather your thoughts. Or perhaps I may be able to lend some insight into your thoughts?'

Well, that seemed . . . quite logical. Nodding quietly, he mulled over the thoughts in his head and realized he had no idea where he would start if he wanted to.

As if realizing his struggle, Zechs soothingly stated, 'Is it about Wufei?'

Growling under his breath he said, 'Wufei is gay!'

Zechs stilled next to him and then turned towards him as if he was handling a live bomb, '. . . and that is a problem because?'

Looking at the aristocratic face that was poker-faced, Heero realized he had no idea why it was a problem, except . . . maybe. . . 'Did you know?'

Zechs still looked at him, almost calculating his next answer and finally answering, 'Yes.'

That sounded like a question. It annoyed him, 'How the hell did you know?!' Heero growled unsure and upset and not liking the way those ice blue eyes were staring at him.

Understanding and compassion filled those eyes suddenly and almost as quickly faded out. Zechs cleared his throat and then continued, 'Duo told me.'

Of course, Duo. But then that meant that -?

'I don't think Chang really told anyone. It was just obvious. Well, if you look closely enough,' Zechs continued carefully.

Obvious? Heero opened his mouth to question him further, the snapped his mouth shut not knowing what to ask. How do you ask someone something like that without looking like an idiot? Luckily Zechs seemed to take pity on him and supplied the information willingly.

'Take Barton and Winner for example. They are quiet about their affections for each other. But when the two of them are in the same room, you know that they are with each other. The little things that they do for each other. The way they stand close to each other,' he explained.

Mulling it over, he realized there was that not really there smile on Trowa's face whenever Quatre was around. Or that exasperated way Quatre was when Trowa said or did something. He could understand that. It was obvious. But. . . how did that explain Wufei? Heero looked at Zechs again, wondering how to ask that.

A sigh and then Zechs started packing up the equipment. Looking questioningly at him, Zechs commented, 'Your mind is not on the mission. And we have gathered enough data for now. We can always come back tomorrow for more data. Let's go back to the safe house and we'll . . . talk.'

With a promise of more, Heero started packing everything just to get back to the safe house and hear more. He felt he needed to hear more, if anything to just understand the mystery that was Wufei Chang.