My Sweet Quatrina
Chapter 3
You know who it is. Usual warnings apply, now things are starting to get interesting. I won't have the new chapters for this fic or The Cathach up until the weekend, because I'm back to school tomorrow, and have to concentrate on studying for my exams. Does Four hours daily sound like too much study to anyone else?
I don't own Gundam Wing or My sweet Audrina, but I might someday. Slight warning of D.I.Y gynaecology here.
"I'll walk you to school."
" Just ignore them."
" Happy birthday, my sweet Quatrina."
" We can take the short cut through those woods."
" Hold my hand and don't let them know you're scared."
" Run as fast as you can and don't look back!"
" Don't worry about me."
" Stop it, you're hurting her!"
" My sweet Quatrina....."
Trowa left Quatre's room after slipping some tranquilizers into his tea, leaving him sleeping fitfully. The others were waiting in the hallway to see how he was. It was almost two in the morning, and Quatre and woken the entire house with a blood-curdeling scream. Duo had actually ran out of his and Heero's room with a gun, convinced that someone was murdering Quatre horribly.
" It's okay, it was just a bad dream."
" What kind of dream makes you scream that loud?"
Trowa looked back into the room where Quatre was tossing and turning in his sleep. When Trowa had managed to wake him, Quatre's eyes had gone straight to the clock, then the calender, then finally to Trowa's face. He'd been so confused that he couldn't remember who Trowa was, and even when Trowa had reminded him, he wouldn't let him kiss him goodnight. Trowa felt a hand on his shoulder that jolted him out of his reverie.
" Sally's coming in the morning to check up on him. She might be able to help."
Trowa gave Heero a slight smile, then turned away to keep an eye on Quatre for what remained of the night.
Sally arrived at ten o'clock in the morning, carrying a suspicious looking bag of medical equipment. Duo rifiled through the bag while Trowa told her about Quatre's sleeping trouble. He held up something that looked like a pair of tongs and examined them curiously.
" Hey, Sally, what the heck are these? They look kinda painful."
Sally grabbed them quickly and stuffed them into her bag, looking a little flustered.
" Those are sterilized surgical tools, Duo. You can't handle them like that."
" Surgical tools? Is he really that bad?"
" Well, uh, they're just for some tests."
" What kind of tests, Sally?"
Trowa knew that Sally was hiding something from them, and was getting frustrated.
" I think I should go see the patient. Excuse me."
" I'll come with you."
" No, I think Quatre would prefer a little privacy."
She ran off as though she couldn't wait to get away. Trowa stared down the hall after her.
" I think I know what's wrong here."
" No-one cares, Duo."
" I think Trowa fucked Quatre too hard, and he needs to get his ass re-aligned. Is that it, Tro?"
Trowa was sorely tempted to punch the loud mouthed American for that tasteless comment, but was too consumed with suspicion to bother.
Sally practically hurled herself into the bedroom, and locked the door after her. She then focused all her attention on the small girl sitting up in bed, waiting for her.
" How are you feeling?"
" Sore."
" Not much has changed, huh? Can you get out of bed."
" I think so."
She slowly lowered herself from the mattress, wincing slightly at the fresh blood running down her thighs. Sally walked over to help her.
" Lie down on that coffee table after I've put this sheet over it. Go easy, now."
" It still hurts."
" I know. Scooch to the very end. Now, bring your knees up and separate them."
Sally kneeled in front of the table and pulled the object that looked like a set of tongs out of her bag. She started working, while chatting casually to Quatre to keep her mind off of the procedure.
" Trowa tells me you've had trouble sleeping."
" Yes. I have nightmares."
" About what?"
" My brother."
" You have a brother?"
" No."
" You're not making any sense."
" My dreams don't make sense."
" Do you remember having a brother?"
" Maybe. My memory is full of holes. My sisters used to call it Swiss Cheese memory."
Sally stopped talking for a minute and concentrated fully on what she was doing. A frown crossed her face.
" Quatre?"
" Yes?"
" This is a rather delicate question, but I want you to try and answer it, okay?"
" Alright."
" Quatre, were you ever raped?"
The words hung in the air. Quatre's skin lost all colour and her eyes lost focus. She could barely hear Sally calling her, or shaking her. All she could see was the forest, she could smell the fresh, earthy scent of the soil and trees, could hear the river gushing in the distance, heard her brother calling her.....
Rain.
Her brother, ahead, calling her.
Helping her step over the trail.
Crash of thunder.
Crash in the bushes.
Boys.
Mean boys.
Her brother, telling her to run.
Not fast enough.
Pain.
Blood.
Her brother.
Knife.
Blood.
Lightening.
My Sweet Quatrina.....
Quatre suddenly snapped back to the real world, opened her mouth, and screamed.
Chapter 3
You know who it is. Usual warnings apply, now things are starting to get interesting. I won't have the new chapters for this fic or The Cathach up until the weekend, because I'm back to school tomorrow, and have to concentrate on studying for my exams. Does Four hours daily sound like too much study to anyone else?
I don't own Gundam Wing or My sweet Audrina, but I might someday. Slight warning of D.I.Y gynaecology here.
"I'll walk you to school."
" Just ignore them."
" Happy birthday, my sweet Quatrina."
" We can take the short cut through those woods."
" Hold my hand and don't let them know you're scared."
" Run as fast as you can and don't look back!"
" Don't worry about me."
" Stop it, you're hurting her!"
" My sweet Quatrina....."
Trowa left Quatre's room after slipping some tranquilizers into his tea, leaving him sleeping fitfully. The others were waiting in the hallway to see how he was. It was almost two in the morning, and Quatre and woken the entire house with a blood-curdeling scream. Duo had actually ran out of his and Heero's room with a gun, convinced that someone was murdering Quatre horribly.
" It's okay, it was just a bad dream."
" What kind of dream makes you scream that loud?"
Trowa looked back into the room where Quatre was tossing and turning in his sleep. When Trowa had managed to wake him, Quatre's eyes had gone straight to the clock, then the calender, then finally to Trowa's face. He'd been so confused that he couldn't remember who Trowa was, and even when Trowa had reminded him, he wouldn't let him kiss him goodnight. Trowa felt a hand on his shoulder that jolted him out of his reverie.
" Sally's coming in the morning to check up on him. She might be able to help."
Trowa gave Heero a slight smile, then turned away to keep an eye on Quatre for what remained of the night.
Sally arrived at ten o'clock in the morning, carrying a suspicious looking bag of medical equipment. Duo rifiled through the bag while Trowa told her about Quatre's sleeping trouble. He held up something that looked like a pair of tongs and examined them curiously.
" Hey, Sally, what the heck are these? They look kinda painful."
Sally grabbed them quickly and stuffed them into her bag, looking a little flustered.
" Those are sterilized surgical tools, Duo. You can't handle them like that."
" Surgical tools? Is he really that bad?"
" Well, uh, they're just for some tests."
" What kind of tests, Sally?"
Trowa knew that Sally was hiding something from them, and was getting frustrated.
" I think I should go see the patient. Excuse me."
" I'll come with you."
" No, I think Quatre would prefer a little privacy."
She ran off as though she couldn't wait to get away. Trowa stared down the hall after her.
" I think I know what's wrong here."
" No-one cares, Duo."
" I think Trowa fucked Quatre too hard, and he needs to get his ass re-aligned. Is that it, Tro?"
Trowa was sorely tempted to punch the loud mouthed American for that tasteless comment, but was too consumed with suspicion to bother.
Sally practically hurled herself into the bedroom, and locked the door after her. She then focused all her attention on the small girl sitting up in bed, waiting for her.
" How are you feeling?"
" Sore."
" Not much has changed, huh? Can you get out of bed."
" I think so."
She slowly lowered herself from the mattress, wincing slightly at the fresh blood running down her thighs. Sally walked over to help her.
" Lie down on that coffee table after I've put this sheet over it. Go easy, now."
" It still hurts."
" I know. Scooch to the very end. Now, bring your knees up and separate them."
Sally kneeled in front of the table and pulled the object that looked like a set of tongs out of her bag. She started working, while chatting casually to Quatre to keep her mind off of the procedure.
" Trowa tells me you've had trouble sleeping."
" Yes. I have nightmares."
" About what?"
" My brother."
" You have a brother?"
" No."
" You're not making any sense."
" My dreams don't make sense."
" Do you remember having a brother?"
" Maybe. My memory is full of holes. My sisters used to call it Swiss Cheese memory."
Sally stopped talking for a minute and concentrated fully on what she was doing. A frown crossed her face.
" Quatre?"
" Yes?"
" This is a rather delicate question, but I want you to try and answer it, okay?"
" Alright."
" Quatre, were you ever raped?"
The words hung in the air. Quatre's skin lost all colour and her eyes lost focus. She could barely hear Sally calling her, or shaking her. All she could see was the forest, she could smell the fresh, earthy scent of the soil and trees, could hear the river gushing in the distance, heard her brother calling her.....
Rain.
Her brother, ahead, calling her.
Helping her step over the trail.
Crash of thunder.
Crash in the bushes.
Boys.
Mean boys.
Her brother, telling her to run.
Not fast enough.
Pain.
Blood.
Her brother.
Knife.
Blood.
Lightening.
My Sweet Quatrina.....
Quatre suddenly snapped back to the real world, opened her mouth, and screamed.