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A/N: Am I just the laziest fanfiction writer ever? I think so well, I was unhappy with the original chapter four so I'm starting a new one. Hopefully this one will be better. Enjoy!


Quatre's Heartache Chapter 4: Close to Happiness
By Kiyoko
2/10/01


Dorothy pulled her tear stained face away from Quatre to look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry Quatre! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me!" Quatre looked into her grey eyes in search for the truth. She wasn't lying in her apologies. All he wanted to do was hold her like this forever, he wished that the world would stop. He looked up and noticed the ballroom still gazing at the scene before him. This was no place for this. Quatre gently brought Dorothy to her feet. Oh how he wanted to kiss her so badly! The sweet sent of lavender hovered over her soft frame while her short blonde hair caressed her neck.

Suddenly a gun shot rung out, whizzing past it's target missing it by millimeters. Instinctilvely, Quarter grabbed Dorothy's hand and made a mad dash for the door. Trowa and Duo could handle whatever was left behind them.

"Quatre…what's going on?"

"I don't know, just keep running." He led her outside of the manor and stopped dead in the center of the drive.

"Dorothy, where is the car garage?"

"To our left." Yet again the two were running hand in hand toward the huge garage. When the entered through a door, Dorothy opened a panel and grabbed a set of keys. She tossed them to Quatre and pointed," There, the black one. It's the fastest." They ran over to the black Ferrari and got in. Quatre turned on the engine and were soon blaring down the streets of the colony.

"I don't know what's going on, but I think we should get off the colony." He pulled out a cell-phone out of his coat pocket and dialed.

"Quatre, what are you doing?"

"I'm reporting this to the Preventers." Quatre signaled for her to be quiet and talked into the phone. "Yeah hi, this is Quatre Winner, I want to report a shooting at the Catalonia Estate on L4."

"Oh Mr. Winner, your ok. I'll put you through to Lady Une." He waited a few moments before someone answered.

"Mr. Winner, thank god your ok."

"Why do I have to talk to you, this isn't standard is it?"

"You don't know?"

"Know? Know what? What the hell is going on?"

"Assanation attempts toward major political figures and major figure heads have been made all over the Earth and Colonies in the past hour. Some people must think the war is still not over. Is Miss. Catalonia ok? I believe that both you and her are among those targets."

"What!? When did you know about all this.?"

"After the first attempt had been made on Vice Foreign Minister."

"Relena? Is she ok?"

"Yes she's ok, but what about Miss. Catalonia?"

"Yes of course, she is fine, we are both currently heading for the space port. We plan to get off this colony as soon as possible."

"Good, after the first attempt we couldn't get a hold of you and we were worried."

"Well, I kinda went on a spur of the moment trip."

"Oh and Quatre, do you happen to know about the whereabouts of Trowa
Barton and Duo Maxwell?"

"Yes, but not for long."

"What do you mean?"

"We were attending Miss Catalonia's birthday party when we were shot at. Miss Catalonia and myself left, while Trowa and Duo stayed behind." Dorothy tugged on Quatre's Jacket sleeve," Quatre what is going on?"

"Well I advise you to head for earth. Go to the Preventer HQ off of the
Mediterranean. We already have the Vice Foreign Minister under close guard here. I suggest we get you and Miss Catalonia under the same protection."

"Miss Dorothy yes, but not myself. See you soon Lady Une." Quatre hung up the phone and turned toward Dorothy who silently sat in the passenger seat.

"Well?"

"I'll tell you on the plane. Turns out you and I are targets for a rebel organization trying to wipe out the newly found peace. I have to contact Trowa to make sure he is ok." Dorothy just sat there lost for words. One minute she was in his arms happy with the world, the next minute she was being hunted down by some psychos. 'Why can't anything good happen for more than one minute?' She thought.

"Trowa, are you and Duo ok?"

"Yeah, we're ok, but whoever fired that shot is gone."

"Well it turns out this is a little more than a small assasination job. Several
attempts have been around the world trying to destroy major political and figure heads. We're heading for Preventer HQ in the Mediterranean. I suggest you and Duo do the same." Dorothy yanked the phone out of his hand and began to talk. "Trowa, on the right side of the house is a garage. You may take one of the cars if you make sure my friends are safe."

"Understood. We will try to meet you and Quatre at the spaceport. If we are too late, go without us, we will catch the next flight." He hung up the phone and headed for the spaceport. Dorothy nervously sat in the seat thinking, 'What the hell is going on. One of the most important moments in my life and someone had to ruin it. I will see to it that whoever is responsible for that disturbance will pay dearly.'

Quatre noticed Dorothy clenching onto her dress, her knuckles turning white from holding on too hard. He reached over with his right hand to unclench her hand and took it into his own, intertwining his with hers.

"Don't worry Dorothy, everything will be ok."

"It's not that, well I guess it kinda is but..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to tell him the real reason.

"But what?"

"Nevermind, it's none of your business." Dorothy released her hand from his grip and starred out the window. Why was she being cold all a sudden? Neither of them knew.

Soon they pulled into the spaceport and hurried to a ticket office.

"Hi, I need six tickets to the Mediterranian the earliest flight you can get me."

"Alright we have a shuttle leaving in about 30 mins."

"That will be fine. I will be leaving 4 here for either a Mr Trowa Barton or Mr Duo Maxwell." Quatre handed the ticket agent a credit card for payment. She handed him two of the tickets and the credit card.

"Have a nice flight Mr Winner." He nodded and dragged Dorothy behind him to the gate.'I hope that Duo and Trowa make it.' He thought. Quatre and Dorothy waited in front of the gate for them, they shouldn't be anymore than about 10 minuets behind them. Soon four figures came barreling in from the crowd.

"Quatre," Trowa yelled,"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." The gate doors were about to close so they made a dash for the door. All of a sudden they heard a gun shot. Quatre took Dorothy's hand, heading for the door. They shoved their tickets to the person at the door and instructed them to close the door after them.

Once in their seats, everyone had a chance to breath and rest.

"That's two attempts in one hour. They must really want you two dead." Duo grinned at Quatre but didn't get a response. Dorothy turned to her friends and smiled.


To Be Continued!

A/N:Well i hope that everyone liked it. Sorry it took me like 4 months to get this out, but writer's block will do that to you! It was tempting to end the story here,but i decided to make it longer. Reviews are appreciated, flames are also welcome, they will be used to cook my dinner. Ja ne!