My sweet Quatrina
Chapter 4.
" Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to.... What the?" Oh, hi. Missie here again. Next Chapter of this fic. The plot thickens ( I hope). Usual warnings, lemon coming later, work will be done today and tomorrow, but then I'm back to school *sigh*. Please review, feedback is always welcomed.
Flashback
Seven year old Quatre stumbled into the kitchen and shuffled over to the table. Irea looked at her and smiled brightly. Too brightly.
" Well, good morning. How's my baby brother today?"
" Not your brother."
" Don't start that again, Quatre. Father will be home soon so you do your bit and I'll do mine."
" Father's coming home?"
" Of course, silly. I told you three days ago."
" You told me yesterday."
" No, I didn't. I was out all day yesterday."
" No, you were here! You wore a blue shirt and made pancakes for breakfast!"
" Honey, that was three days ago. Has your memory got a few more holes, hm?"
Quatre blinked back tears. She hated it when Irea confused her, or made her problems seem silly.
" My head hurts."
" Oh dear. We don't want you to be grumpy when Father's here. I'll give you some aspirin and you can go lie down."
" No."
She didn't want to take the aspirin. Whenever Irea gave her one of those little red and white pills, she would lie down, drift off..... and wake up only to find that a whole month had passed that she couldn't remember. And yet her sisters would remind her of what she had done that month, she would get confused, get another headache and be given the aspirin again.
" C'mon, sweetie. It'll make you feel better."
Eventually she took it and did go to lie down. But she told herself not to fall asleep. The bed was comfortable, the house was silent, her eyes were heavy but she wouldn't fall asleep.... She wouldn't.......
Trowa had been banging at the door and yelling for Sally to let him in since he'd heard Quatre scream. Sally had managed to calm the girl down and get her back into bed, and now they both watched the door, worriedly.
" Are you sure you're alright now, Quatre?"
" Yes. I was a little shocked, that's all."
" It was more than that. And I need to talk to you about it. Do you have any memories of being sexually assaulted?'
" Vaguely. I didn't until now. Like I said before, my memory is full of holes."
" What do you remember?"
" A forest. During a storm. My brother was there."
" Did you see who attacked you?"
" Yes. Schoolboys, from my school. They were waiting for me."
" Anything else?"
" My sweet Quatrina...."
" What?"
" Those were his last words..."
Quatre's eyes misted. Sally decided not to pursue the matter any further. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. Taking out two, she handed them towards Quatre.
" It doesn't hurt, Sally. I don't need aspirin."
" Aspirin? Quatre, these are tranquilizers."
" TRANQUILIZERS?"
The blonde girl eyed the tablets incredulously. They were exactly the same as the pills Irea gave her whenever she'd had a headache. She wouldn't have tried to drug her, would she?
" What's the matter?"
" It's nothing."
" Are you sure?"
" Yes. I just need to think."
" You need to sleep. Quatre, You were raped and you didn't receive proper medical care afterwards. And this is having serious side effects on your mental well being, too. I want to take you to a psychiatrist."
" You can't! Then the others will suspect and they'll find out that I'm a girl!"
" Quatre, they're worried sick! Especially Trowa. You have to tell them."
" I can't! I just can't do it!"
" Fine. I'll tell them. Someone has to. You rest and I'll explain it to them. That way they'll have gotten over the worst before they confront you."
" Alright."
" Quatre?"
" Yes?"
" You'd rest better without all those pins sticking into your head. Let me take them out for you."
Sally gently released the long strands of silver blonde hair until they lay as a crumpled sheet of silk across the girl's shoulders.
" And I must imagine that it's hard to breathe properly with those bandages wrapped so tightly around your chest. You should remove them, too."
The blonde sat motionless, so Sally eased the pale blue nightshirt off of the thin shoulders and began unwrapping her chest. Once Quatre's full breasts had been released, she buttoned up the nightshirt and helped the girl lie down. She then walked to the door.
" Sally?"
" Yes?"
" Thank you, for everything."
Sally gave the frail figure on the bed a reassuring smile, then unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway.
Trowa sat staring at the bedroom door, agitated. Heero was in his room working on his laptop, Wufei was meditating, and Duo was making obscene comments about Quatre's condition. At last, Sally came out of the room and faced the two pilots still waiting in the hall.
" Get the other two and bring them into the living room. We need to talk."
Finally, she was going to give some information on what was wrong with Quatre. Duo saluted her and ran off to get Heero. Trowa impatiently roused Wufei.
The pilots sauntered into the living room and sat down in front of a very nervous-looking Sally. She took a deep breath and began to speak.
" I have something to tell you about Quatre."
" Well, duh."
" Shut up, Maxwell!"
" Please, guys, don't make this any harder than it already is."
All the pilots sobered up when they heard her tone of voice. She swallowed.
" Quatre's a girl. The breech came from irregular menstruation."
The room was silent. Then Duo started laughing.
" Nice one, Sally! You nearly convinced me. Now what's really wrong with him?"
" I'm serious, Duo. If you don't believe me, go take a look at her now. She told me that she's been disguising herself as a boy all her life. But that's only half of her problems."
She told the pilots about the birth control pills, the flashback and Quatre's constant mentioning of " Swiss Cheese Memory."
" I think she needs psychiatric help and a proper medical check up."
" I Agree."
" I should have known. Wow, a girl in the house. Can't walk around in my underwear any more..."
" Quatre's an onna, hm? Now it makes sense..."
Trowa barely heard the other voices in the room. His thoughts were screaming at him.
"He's been lying to you. You'll never make love to your angel now. What an awful life she's lead. Am I gay or straight? I've gotta get out of here...."
He jumped off the couch and out the front door, ignoring the voices calling him.
Chapter 4.
" Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to.... What the?" Oh, hi. Missie here again. Next Chapter of this fic. The plot thickens ( I hope). Usual warnings, lemon coming later, work will be done today and tomorrow, but then I'm back to school *sigh*. Please review, feedback is always welcomed.
Flashback
Seven year old Quatre stumbled into the kitchen and shuffled over to the table. Irea looked at her and smiled brightly. Too brightly.
" Well, good morning. How's my baby brother today?"
" Not your brother."
" Don't start that again, Quatre. Father will be home soon so you do your bit and I'll do mine."
" Father's coming home?"
" Of course, silly. I told you three days ago."
" You told me yesterday."
" No, I didn't. I was out all day yesterday."
" No, you were here! You wore a blue shirt and made pancakes for breakfast!"
" Honey, that was three days ago. Has your memory got a few more holes, hm?"
Quatre blinked back tears. She hated it when Irea confused her, or made her problems seem silly.
" My head hurts."
" Oh dear. We don't want you to be grumpy when Father's here. I'll give you some aspirin and you can go lie down."
" No."
She didn't want to take the aspirin. Whenever Irea gave her one of those little red and white pills, she would lie down, drift off..... and wake up only to find that a whole month had passed that she couldn't remember. And yet her sisters would remind her of what she had done that month, she would get confused, get another headache and be given the aspirin again.
" C'mon, sweetie. It'll make you feel better."
Eventually she took it and did go to lie down. But she told herself not to fall asleep. The bed was comfortable, the house was silent, her eyes were heavy but she wouldn't fall asleep.... She wouldn't.......
Trowa had been banging at the door and yelling for Sally to let him in since he'd heard Quatre scream. Sally had managed to calm the girl down and get her back into bed, and now they both watched the door, worriedly.
" Are you sure you're alright now, Quatre?"
" Yes. I was a little shocked, that's all."
" It was more than that. And I need to talk to you about it. Do you have any memories of being sexually assaulted?'
" Vaguely. I didn't until now. Like I said before, my memory is full of holes."
" What do you remember?"
" A forest. During a storm. My brother was there."
" Did you see who attacked you?"
" Yes. Schoolboys, from my school. They were waiting for me."
" Anything else?"
" My sweet Quatrina...."
" What?"
" Those were his last words..."
Quatre's eyes misted. Sally decided not to pursue the matter any further. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. Taking out two, she handed them towards Quatre.
" It doesn't hurt, Sally. I don't need aspirin."
" Aspirin? Quatre, these are tranquilizers."
" TRANQUILIZERS?"
The blonde girl eyed the tablets incredulously. They were exactly the same as the pills Irea gave her whenever she'd had a headache. She wouldn't have tried to drug her, would she?
" What's the matter?"
" It's nothing."
" Are you sure?"
" Yes. I just need to think."
" You need to sleep. Quatre, You were raped and you didn't receive proper medical care afterwards. And this is having serious side effects on your mental well being, too. I want to take you to a psychiatrist."
" You can't! Then the others will suspect and they'll find out that I'm a girl!"
" Quatre, they're worried sick! Especially Trowa. You have to tell them."
" I can't! I just can't do it!"
" Fine. I'll tell them. Someone has to. You rest and I'll explain it to them. That way they'll have gotten over the worst before they confront you."
" Alright."
" Quatre?"
" Yes?"
" You'd rest better without all those pins sticking into your head. Let me take them out for you."
Sally gently released the long strands of silver blonde hair until they lay as a crumpled sheet of silk across the girl's shoulders.
" And I must imagine that it's hard to breathe properly with those bandages wrapped so tightly around your chest. You should remove them, too."
The blonde sat motionless, so Sally eased the pale blue nightshirt off of the thin shoulders and began unwrapping her chest. Once Quatre's full breasts had been released, she buttoned up the nightshirt and helped the girl lie down. She then walked to the door.
" Sally?"
" Yes?"
" Thank you, for everything."
Sally gave the frail figure on the bed a reassuring smile, then unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway.
Trowa sat staring at the bedroom door, agitated. Heero was in his room working on his laptop, Wufei was meditating, and Duo was making obscene comments about Quatre's condition. At last, Sally came out of the room and faced the two pilots still waiting in the hall.
" Get the other two and bring them into the living room. We need to talk."
Finally, she was going to give some information on what was wrong with Quatre. Duo saluted her and ran off to get Heero. Trowa impatiently roused Wufei.
The pilots sauntered into the living room and sat down in front of a very nervous-looking Sally. She took a deep breath and began to speak.
" I have something to tell you about Quatre."
" Well, duh."
" Shut up, Maxwell!"
" Please, guys, don't make this any harder than it already is."
All the pilots sobered up when they heard her tone of voice. She swallowed.
" Quatre's a girl. The breech came from irregular menstruation."
The room was silent. Then Duo started laughing.
" Nice one, Sally! You nearly convinced me. Now what's really wrong with him?"
" I'm serious, Duo. If you don't believe me, go take a look at her now. She told me that she's been disguising herself as a boy all her life. But that's only half of her problems."
She told the pilots about the birth control pills, the flashback and Quatre's constant mentioning of " Swiss Cheese Memory."
" I think she needs psychiatric help and a proper medical check up."
" I Agree."
" I should have known. Wow, a girl in the house. Can't walk around in my underwear any more..."
" Quatre's an onna, hm? Now it makes sense..."
Trowa barely heard the other voices in the room. His thoughts were screaming at him.
"He's been lying to you. You'll never make love to your angel now. What an awful life she's lead. Am I gay or straight? I've gotta get out of here...."
He jumped off the couch and out the front door, ignoring the voices calling him.