Quatre looked out the window following Wind's gaze out of the window towards the wall of the garden. It had been taken over by a bunch of deep red climbing roses and almost completely hid the wall from view. He overheard Trowa and Une speaking and glanced down at the older man sitting beside him. His eyes met the pained azure looking up at him and he shivered slightly at the message he read from them.

'You understand my pain, but will you help me?'

He looked away, back out to the garden wall. 'He may understand what he felt, but he couldn't help him die.. could he? Or was it wrong to keep someone alive when they would suffer far less if they were let go?'
He silently chewed on his lower lip as the debate went on in his mind. 'Wasn't that what they were doing? Keeping him locked up here, unable to truly take care of himself, all alone in this small room.. was that right? It may of helped Une.. and the rest of them, but was it worth keeping Wind alive if he was suffering and wanted to leave, to be reunited with his best friend, his lover who waited for him on the other side? Should he help him escape the good intentions that were truly doing more harm then good?'

He looked back down at Wind, but the other had turned his eyes back to the garden. A small gleam of wetness reflected for a second before falling down one pale cheek. A soft faint sigh escaped as the harsh facts presented themselves. The only reason Wind was still alive now he now understood to be the promise he had made apparently to Treize. Now that he had completed that detail he wanted to be with the ginger-haired man, not trapped here in this small dim room. Unable to move with out someone's help or with the chair he now sat in.

A small part of him spoke up then, asking 'What if it was him? What if it was Trowa who had died, and he was sitting in that chair.. what would he want? Wouldn't he want to be with him, not trapped in an unresponsive body. Humiliated by the fact that he couldn't do hardly anything unaided, that his life was no longer his to control or private. Wouldn't he be asking the same thing that Wind was of him?'

Quatre sighed softly and then closed his eyes briefly before opening them again to look out the window silently. He felt a hand cover his and looked down at the older man beside him. No words were spoken but he knew what he wanted to say without them and after a moment of anguished thinking he finally nodded silently. A small smile lit Wind's face and the hand went back to cover the other still resting in his lap. He studied him for a moment before realizing that the posture as more relaxed now than it had been, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

He turned away from Wind to glance at Une and Trowa, seeing their attention was on him and Wind now caused a brief moment of internal panic that he kept from showing on his face. They couldn't know the pact just now made between him and the other Preventer. No words had been spoken, the panic faded with that fact. They couldn't know what he now planned to do, although they would after the fact, but then it would be to late and he would face the music when it came time too.

He watched as Trowa said his goodbyes to Une and walked towards him, stopping to tell Wind goodbye as well before leaving silently. Quatre glanced back once at Wind silently, before giving Une a small smile and following Trowa out of the room.

***

Moonlight poured into the large bay window of the small room inside the clinic in Brussels. Outside a figure dropped to the ground, having climbed the wall to the garden outside the window. Walking silently he soon stood in front of the window that looked into the room he had been in earlier that day. It hadn't been that hard to get what he'd needed to do what he had decided on. Double checking the small pouch inside his black jacket he'd assured himself that the small needles filled with potassium chloride he had acquired this evening. After careful research he had decided to use it instead of the other things that he had considered. Closing his jacket again he turned his attention back to the window.

Carefully he found the latch on the outside of the window that allowed the glass to open, and then took out the small knife to remove the thin screen that was the only thing now blocking his entry into the room. He could of went inside the building and into the room using the door, if Heero hadn't been guarding it. Strange that the dark haired pilot had decided to take that duty upon himself. Which was another reason he had chosen the potassium chloride, it would induce cardiac arrest. Making it look like Wind had died of a simple heart attack, by the time anyone found out different it would be too late to do anything about it.

Slipping inside the room he silently crossed over to the bed and glanced down at the man laying in the bed. Moonlight reflecting off the pale hair and skin. He startled for a second when Wind's eyes opened watching him. "I thought I heard something. Thank you for coming.. out of all of them I knew you'd understand Me.."
he said quietly. The eyes then closed and Quatre gave a soft sigh before taking out the small pouch and opening it again, removing the two small needles from it. Each held about 50 milliequivalents of the salt formula, enough to make sure it had the desired effect.

Steeling himself silently he took the cap off one needle and using a small flashlight held between his teeth found a vein in Wind's arm to inject the drug in. Repeating the action with the second needle he glanced up at the pale face to watch it tense silently for a moment before relaxing completely and a very small sigh escaped as the rest of the form laying in the bed relaxed into its final position. He was tempted for a moment to collapse right there and cry but he gathered himself before he could give into it and picked up the needles and pouch placing them both inside his jacket and then climbing out the window repairing the place he'd cut the screen away with a small amount of glue. He shut the window silently as he could and relocked the latch before running towards the wall and going back over it out of the garden and back to the hotel room he shared with Trowa while they stayed here.

***

The next day the phone woke the two sleeping in room 136 of the Shelton hotel. Sitting up, Trowa answered the phone and listened to the person on the other side. He then hung up and glanced down to the half awake blonde at his side. "That was Une. Zechs died last night. The doctor's are saying heart attack but aren't sure why it happened." he said quietly.

Quatre watched him silently, not responding to the statement except to nod his understanding to it. "She wants us to come down to the clinic this afternoon." Trowa finished as he slid out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. After he had shut the door, Quatre turned to bury his face into the pillow and cried softly. It had been the right thing to do he was still sure of that, but it hurt still.

**

Later during that afternoon, Heero discovered something that shed a new light over this 'sudden heart attack'. He pointed the mended screen out to both Trowa and Une silently, and then went outside to study the area below the window. Quatre sat silently on the now empty bed and silently watched as Heero no doubt pieced together what had happened last night. But to his surprise the dark haired Preventer said nothing to him after coming back in. There was a small glance in his direction but nothing was said about what he was sure Heero knew now.

It wasn't till later that night that he was called into Une's office that he was discovered for causing the heart attack. Une glared at him from across her desk and was about to start yelling when both Trowa and Heero intervened to talk to her, explaining the insight both had gained from the fact each had placed together and studied. She finally calmed after an hour and then dismissed all three of them for the night.

***

Later that week, Noin arrived and was shattered by the news of Wind's death. It took her a couple days to recover from the news and after the funeral she boarded the shuttle to return to Mars. A small stone was set between the two remade gravestones bearing both the names of Wind and Earth and it read:

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.