A/N: If you have come here from the little red newest chapter button, I have uploaded 3 short chapters at once. Go back to Don't Change a Thing part 2. Although it has been so long you may have forgotten what the story is even about, which is indeed my own fault for letting life or lack thereof take over.

Heero

My talk with Trowa did not start as expected.

"I don't want you doing this," he said gravely, looking awful.

My insight into their dreams had me fairly certain I knew why he didn't want me doing it, but I didn't want to tip him off to the fact that I knew that he had or was going to commit treason by offering Quatre a way out and taking himself out of the equation.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's wrong," Trowa grumbled. "He's too new. You're supposed to ease them into being here, not get them here and go straight into serious bondage. I don't care if it gets results, I don't want you to have to do that. He's too new."

Relieved, I shook my head and sat by Trowa on his bed. His room was the opposite to mine, being right next to it, it was a perfect mirror image.

"That may have been a small white lie the King said he would tell everyone," I said, relieved that Trowa may be open to what I was doing with Little One. I wanted the 'Don't Change A Thing' policy to be well received by my best friend.

Trowa looked at me, managing to find the strength to sit up. He had clearly been taking a lot of Night's elixir, and seemed to have developed a small tolerance, if the bottles by his bed were anything to go by.

"A lie to cover up what?" Trowa asked, sitting back against the headboard.

"Since we got here, Little One has decided he wants to be here. I don't understand why, and he asked me not to question it, so don't ask."

Trowa made a face. "What?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Zechs offered to lie for me when I told him, to get everyone off my back, because I don't intend to question it, and I promised him nothing had to change. I haven't been trancing constantly. I've been spending time with him and trancing in between."

Trowa finally actually looked at me. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked at me, then did a double take. "And by spending time you mean he's fucking you," Trowa said.

"What? No," I denied, trying to explain.

"Don't even try that with me, Yuy, you're positively glowing. Plus, he's tried to eat your neck. What is he, a vampire with blunt teeth?"

"It's possible," I said dryly. "Regardless, that's not why I'm here."

"No," Trowa said, looking away. "You're here to let me know that if I should have a dream, I don't have to ask about yours. Which is fine. And I already knew they didn't get him. Otto told me, which is good, because even if I had dreamed of Quatre, he wouldn't have told me anything anyway."

"Because he can't hear you through that wall," I said. From his expression I gathered that I'd touched on the truth of the matter.

Trowa sighed. "You said you saw it get broke," he said, slurring. I wondered if he'd had a minor overdose, or if perhaps he'd just been sleeping too much.

"I think I've had some premonitions about Quatre - but they've all got you and that wall in them. Do I have permission to go over your transcripts to see if they match?"

"You've never read them before?" Trowa asked. "They're all stored in the library. Quatre can't be trusted with my other prophecies."

"I daren't go down to the library. I must be back with Little One before he wakes up."

"Still Little One? I thought, since I hadn't heard any fighting, that you must've made some sort of peace, seeing as how you haven't gagged him like I was told."

I shook my head. "He likes the name now. I'm not questioning it."

"And he hasn't even offered to introduce himself?"

"No. Neither have I, on that note. I'm trying not to push anything."

"What does he call you?" Trowa said, looking at me warily.

I grit my teeth. "Depends on his mood," I said, trying not to mention the word 'Master'. "And what we're doing at the time."

Trowa noticed my evasiveness. He always was perceptive. He glared at me for a moment, then decided he was too tired to bother investigating. "Your dream. Out with it."

"I've been getting lots. I think I've managed to piece together all of yours and Quatre's dreams, including one that I don't think you've had yet."

Trowa stifled a yawn. "Start from the beginning."

"He's in a dungeon room that I can only describe as traumatizing."

"Yes."

"It's got shackles and torture devices and ... things in the shape of ... things."

Trowa rested his head back on the headboard. "Dildos. They're called dildos."

"There's a name for those? I thought it was just some really messed up whittler."

Trowa shrugged. "I had to transcribe this," he said. "Proper terminology must be used, apparently. You're at least in the same room, or a good copy. Go on."

"In the first dream, Quatre looks like he does now. No younger or older."

Trowa furrowed his brow and blinked. "Come to think of it," he said. "He did look different when I got him to how he looked in the dreams. Less worn. Younger."

Nodding, I pressed on. "You smash on the wall a bit, and he gets mad at you when you do, so you stop and just tap on it. There are a few dreams in between, where Quatre starts dropping weight like a dead man, and the whole while he looks terrified."

Trowa nodded. "About six years worth of dreams," he clarified. "I get one every night, so long as he's asleep at the same time. They only go for about fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes?" I asked. "None of mine lasted that long."

Trowa shrugged. "They're supposed to go on until one of you wakes up or the Seer ends it. We're supposed to be able to end it, but I never figured out how."

"Little One could."

"Yes, I read that. It's odd. Nothing can stop a Seer's dream," Trowa said, fighting off a yawn. "Forgive me. This damn elixir has made me unable to sleep and unable to be awake. For the last four years, Quatre has been trying to get through the wall to get to me. Have you seen any of those?"

"A few. He's really thin toward the end. And he acts so different. He doesn't behave anything like that in reality."

Trowa snorted. "If you're ever in there again, and I pray none of us ever are, take a look at his eyes. He has this habit of opening them really wide and emoting with his entire face. He never does that outside of the dreams."

I nodded. "It's strange, and I don't like it. What bothers me most is the last dream, the one where the wall is broken."

Trowa finally woke up. "What? What did he say? What did - what do I do, does it work, or should I do something other than what I will do?"

I gathered from his response that he hadn't had that dream yet. Why not? He had been asleep this whole time. Surely he would have dreamed something. I shook my head at him. "I need more time," I said. "And I don't have it. He doesn't tell you where he is. He says he doesn't know. But what he said is nothing compared to what you say."

Trowa looked at me, confused beyond all reason.

"I don't know if you've been like this for a long time, or just recently, or if you only got that way because Quatre's gone. Regardless, I need you to know that I support you in whatever decision you make," I said heavily, while Trowa still looked at me, confused. "I will not be writing that dream down, nor will I be telling anyone, including you, the exact specifics of what happens. Just know, he doesn't say where he is. What I need to do is get your word on something."

Trowa still didn't appear to get it. "I'm going to say something ... bad ... to Quatre? And you won't tell me what it is?"

"It's the natural progression of things," I said. "Brought forward a bit by the kidnapping situation. But it's not important. What's important is the date of the dream. I need to know when that dream occurs. I believe that now we've had this conversation, the previous dream is void, because I've changed what you know. I think if I go into a trance, I will be able to bring on the same premonition of that dream, changed by this conversation."

"You want future me to give you a message," Trowa said. "Yuy - how can you be sure you'll get the same dream again?"

"I'm trancing for Quatre, and every time I do I get one of your dreams within a moment. It would only be a matter of time."

"Just get him to give you another hickey. You might find him that way."

"Unlikely. I can't seem to find Quatre, only those dreams. Trying to nail down specifics - where is Quatre now - I get that premonition before I can finish and add 'now' in. It's impossible to direct. Your dreams are just barraging me."

Trowa sighed. "Sorry?" he said sarcastically. "What do you need me to tell you when I get this dream?"

"The date and time you fell asleep," I said clearly. "I need to know how much time we've got. I know by the fact that you will have this dream that he's still alive. The only question now is for how long. If you haven't dreamed yet, then they're keeping him from reaching the dreaming cycle of sleep, or he's being consistently knocked unconscious. Either way, he'll die soon after. I need a time."

Trowa nodded slowly. "I will keep that in the front of my mind when I go to sleep. I'll just say it aloud, or somewhere in conversation with Quatre. If the wall's gone, he'll be able to hear me. Hopefully."

"He can," I promised. "Just remember, not a word of this to anyone. I can't transcribe that dream. If I do, people will know what you said to Quatre, and there will be ramifications that no one can prevent, even though you haven't done it yet. And if you let on that I had that dream, then I'll be in trouble for shielding you."

"Still don't know what you're shielding me from," Trowa said warily.

"By the time you have the dream, you will. And I'm on your side. If that's what you want to do."

Trowa shrugged. "Stop confusing me and go back to your hickey monster," he said. "I guess sometime between now and who knows when I will figure out what you mean, but in the meantime, I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay. Goodnight, Trowa."

"Goodnight, Heero. You lucky ass."