Last Sanctuary

Last Sanctuary
by Nika

Trowa had received a call on his cell phone when I went into the bathroom to find something for his wound. The two bodies of Heero and Duo had been placed into the bathtub, to be taken care of at a later time.

Trowa had been listening when I was talking to Heero and Duo, and now knew that they were the ones who had killed the man in Montana. He had told me that he would do everything in his power to clear my reputation, but I wasn't so sure if he would be able to do anything.

He sat on the edge of the bed, a perplexed look on his face when I came out with a bottle of peroxide and a few clean towels. He was still talking on the phone, and I could clearly hear the man on the other line.

"Sir, I've found the real murderers, but since they had their weapons drawn, I had no choice but to pull mine out. They're both dead. And I have a lead on Chang, I'm going to go in after him."

"Barton, I don't want you going in there without backup. Do you hear me?" Trowa stayed silent for a moment, then the man began speaking again. "Barton, if you go in there by yourself, you'll be--"

"I'm sorry, sir. Damn cell phones, I can't hear you." Then he hung up on the man with no warning whatsoever.

I chuckled softly at Trowa's persistence with the matter of Wufei. Making my way over to the bed, I caught Trowa's eye, and he offered a weak smile.

"Let's take a look at that bullet wound," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. He took off the white cotton shirt so that I could gain access to the wound.

"So, Agent Barton," I began, smiling up at him as I cleaned and wrapped the wound.

"Please," he said. "Just call me Trowa." I felt my smile widen at this show of trust.

"Only if you call me Quatre." The weak smile appeared once more on his face, making me tingle from my head to my toes.

"Alright, Quatre. What is it?"

"What exactly are you planning on doing about all this?" If he was going to go after Wufei, he could at least inform me of how. I think I deserved an explaination, after all.

"I want you to call Chang and tell him that you've made your decision. Then, he will probably send someone to pick you up. Beforehand, you'll be bugged so I'll know where you're going."

It didn't seem like too much of a complicated plan, but the problem was that it involved me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to mess with someone as powerful as Wufei Chang. Something could happen to me... to Trowa.

My apprehension must have shown on my face because Trowa lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry so much," he said. "Things will turn out alright."

I guess if he said so, everything /would/ be alright. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much, though. It would still be a dangerous task to complete.

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed into his eyes. I hadn't realized how close we actually were until this moment. Our faces were so close to each other, we were practically sharing the same breath. I searched his face for a sign... anything, that said he could even remotely be feeling the same thing I was. His eyes looked to be searching my face as well, coming to rest finally on my mouth.

He leaned his forehead against mine, and his hand came up to gently caress my cheek. I leaned into his gentle touch, urging him on. Our lips sought out each other, and were about to meet when--

Trowa's phone rang. We both exhaled a frustated breath, and Trowa broke away, reaching down to pick up his phone. He looked at it regretfully for a moment, just staring at the black piece of electronics, then lifted it to his ear. "Yeah," he said nonchalantly.

No! I was /thisclose/ to pure bliss, only to have it snatched away by that infernal phone. What was this? Someone's sick idea of torture? Well, I didn't find it the least bit funny.

"Come on," Trowa said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "We're going downtown to get you wired." I cleared my throat and reluctantly stood up, following him out.

He appeared to be deep in thought the entire drive down there, and I didn't want to disturb him, so the ride was relatively quiet. I wondered what he was thinking. Probably about what almost happened. If it weren't for that cell phone...

Once we arrived, I was promptly outfitted with a wire that was securely taped to my chest. Trowa told me that he would be listening and recording on the other end, and if anything happened, he would come charging in there.

"How will you know where I am? Will you follow me?" I asked.

He shook his head, then held up a small microchip. "It's a tracking device," he explained, placing it somewhere on my body that wasn't visible. "I'll be right behind you, so don't worry about a thing."

I felt myself nod briefly. Why, I'm not sure. I couldn't believe I was agreeing to do this for him. Was Wufei really that important to him? If he was going through all this trouble just to get to him, I suppose so.

~*~*~*~*

Back at my room, I had called Wufei, requesting for him to pick me up. "I've made my decision," I told him.

"Good," he said, a smile apparent in his voice. "And what of Heero and Duo?"

This question startled me for a moment. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just come out and say that they're dead, he would definitely become suspicious. "Um... I haven't seen them around here." I mentally hit myself. My choice of words weren't any better than saying that they were dead.

"Really?" His voice sounded a little wary.

"I'm sure they'll turn up sometime."

"Yes, I'll have to have a little talk to them about disobeying my orders." The chill in his voice caused a shiver to run down my spine. We hung up, with him agreeing to have me picked up in about an hour.

That hour was an excruciating wait. Trowa explained to me over and over, even if it was only for his own assurance, how everything would work out. I was to go in there, talk to Wufei, and he would record everything he said, incriminating him. He would have the position of the base, so then he would call for backup to arrest him... I didn't really pay much attention to the rest of it.

About fifteen minutes until the appointed time, I stood up abruptly and said, "Maybe I should wait outside. I don't want them to knock on the door and see you in here."

Trowa nodded, ovbiously understanding my reasoning. I reached for the door, only to be pulled back a little by Trowa's hand on my arm. "Quatre," he said. "Take this." He held out a gun, placing in firmly into my hands. "For your own protection."

I smiled at him, then placed the gun into the waistband of my pants. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, this." He pulled me against his body, placing one hand behind my neck, and the other firmly around my waist. And... he kissed me. It was the most soul searing kiss that I had ever experienced in my life. It was as if he had poured his entire being into that one action, never wanting to let me go. Of course, I readily responded to the kiss, not wanting to disappoint him.

We were both breathless when we pulled away from each other, and for a moment, both of us just stared at each other, savoring the moment.

"Be careful," he said, releasing me from his grasp.

I nodded my agreement, and said, "I will." Then I left the motel room and waited for my ride, all the while thinking about our shared moment, and every now and again, touching my fingers to the place where his lips had been, smiling at the memory.

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