Okay. It's taken a while to write Chapter Three, but it is up. It will be easier to write when we get out of school. However, I do need to thank the ppl who reviewed, although especially Maxwell(Duo the Kawaii One) for nagging me constantly to finish the story. By the way, if you haven't already figured it out, the G-boys are staying at Quatre's mansion. Standard disclaimer. Rating applies.

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Just then Quatre's physician walked in.

" I just need to run some routine tests. I suggest you stay in the waiting room for a while, Mr.Barton."

Trowa stood and shuffled out of the room in a daze. His mind was racing. /He didn't think loved him!?!/ He sat down in one of the low blue chairs in the waiting room. /It's *your* fault he tried to commit suicide, you fool! You should have told him!/

"You may come back in now, Mr.Barton."

/I can't face him, I can't!/ Trowa got up and rushed out of the waiting room. /I'm not running away from him. I'm just giving myself some time to think. Yeah, that's it./

"Mr.Barton? Where are you going? I thought you wanted to come back in." the doctor said to a thoroughly empty lobby.

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*He's gone? Oh no! He must think that I'm strange! But I thought, when he was in here, I was sure...it felt like he was more than just my friend.*

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/If he didn't think I loved him, and he tried to kill himself because of that, then that means...that me loving him is important to him...he must love me also! I *have* to tell Quatre that I love him, but I can't go back now, I might do something rash. I'll tell him as soon as he gets home!/

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*I must have scared him away! Oh Trowa! How am I going to face you now? ...I can't. I'll just avoid Trowa when I get back. It's not going to be easy...*

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Later that week

"Hey everybody! Quatre's back!" exclaimed Duo as Quatre slowly dragged his feet through the door.

/Quatre's back? I'll go down and see him./ Trowa was almost finished descending the stairs, eager to greet Quatre, when the object of his thoughts caught sight of him. At once he seemed nervous and jumpy.

Thinking quickly, Quatre spat out,"I'm just going to go up to my room, I'm very tired." Quatre ran up the stairs, down the hallway, and into his room. He locked the door and dropped onto the bed. *That was a close call. Too close.*

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Meanwhile, Trowa still standing at the bottom of the stairs, was wrapped up in his own worries. /Why did he just run past me? He didn't even say hello./ Trowa proceeded up the stairs. Soon he came to Quatre's door.

"Quatre? Are you alright?"

"Go away!"

"Quatre? May I come in?"

"I said, go away!" yelled the small blonde once more. Trowa promptly jiggled the handle, but it was locked.

/No use in trying. I might as well go to bed myself./

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The next morning, Trowa woke up with a pain in his neck. /I am so stiff. I didn't sleep well at all./ Trowa opened his mouth wide in a yawn. /I really should check on Quatre./ The tired pilot, still in his nightclothes, rose out of his bed, and walked out of his small room. /I hope he didn't do anything./ Knock, knock.

"Quatre? Are you awake yet?" whispered the tall boy.

No answer.

"Quatre?"

Still no answer.

There was no possible way to unlock the door from the outside without ruining the door in the process. /I could.../ After quickly discarding many ideas on how to unlock Quatre's door, Trowa decided to unhinge the door. However, just as Trowa turned to get a screwdriver, Duo came gallavanting down the hallway.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to unlock Quatre's door."

"Oh. Well, I'm going to eat breakfast, but I guess I can help you out. Wait a minute-why would you want to unlock Q-man's door?"

"I need to check on him."

"Oh." Duo pulled a small, strange-looking object from his mass of chestnut hair, fiddled with the door, and pushed it open. "Easy as pie."

"Thank you."

"No prob. I'm starving to death. I'm gonna go scarf."

/Please be alright./ Trowa slipped his head through the crack. "Quat-"

Quatre's bed was empty. /Where could he be?/ There was a note by the bed. Trowa walked over to the nightstand and picked up the paper. It read:

To Whom it May Concern,
I am just going for a walk. Please do not worry about me.
-Quatre

/Perfect. Now what?/ Trowa put down the letter and decided to think about it over breakfast.

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*I can't face him. It would be too embarrassing. I'll just leave for a while.*

As Quatre rummaged around for some paper and a pen, he heard someone walking down the hall. *Probably just Heero or Wufei, but I better hurry up and sneak out while I can.* Quatre scribbled out a note and got dressed. He then climbed out his window and down the side of the house, almost falling on his back. *Sorry guys, but I have to go.* Quatre rushed away from the house off of the Winner residence.

"Good-bye." the small boy murmured. "Good-bye."

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Author's note- Please review! I won't post Chapter Four until I get five or more reviews. *^_^*