Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings for this chapter: 4+1 3+1
Warnings for this chapter: A confused Heero.
Notes: Does it make sense yet?
Chapter Two
Trowa opened his eyes to darkness. Wondering why he woke from such a peaceful dream he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his lover. No, it was a pillow. "Quatre?" He whispered, finding the bed empty. He searched around the room until he spotted the dark silhouette, sitting by the window. "What are you doing?" He smiled softly as he got out of the bed and went over to the shadow.
"I was watching you sleep." Quatre whispered as Trowa gathered him into his arms. They both sat in the moon light as they stared at the gloomy room. Quatre moved, looking up at the taller boy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He said softly.
"Don't worry little one. But why aren't you sleeping?" Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre's stomach as he rested his head on the boy's slender shoulder.
Quatre leaned his head against Trowa's chest, relaxing into the comfortable hold and basking in the safety and love he always felt from the banged pilot. "Can't." He mumbled, his voice seeming insignificantly small in the room. "And I didn't want to disturb you, you looked like you were enjoying your dream."
"Nightmares?" Trowa asked and Quatre nodded. "I don't mind if you wake me up. I don't like it when you suffer so." He squeezed the smaller pilot a little tighter. "Tell me, what were they about?" He wondered.
"Heero." Quatre replied. "We asked him to join us. He always laughed at us then called us names. Horrible names and nasty, hurtful things." Trowa felt something warm land on his hand.
"You know he'd never do or say anything like that. After all, he knows about Wufei and Duo and he and Duo are still great friends." Trowa's voice was soothing as he reassured his tiny lover. "And you know that what matters most to Heero is that we're here for him." He gently turned Quatre to face him and kissed the tears away.
"I know you're right Trowa, but.I want him. I want him and him to want us." Quatre whispered, the want and need gathering in his words. They sat in silence then Quatre sighed and looked up at the Heavyarms pilot. He smiled when Trowa looked at him. "But I love you too and I'm the luckiest person in the universe to be with you." With that said, the two lovers embraced, whispering declarations of love.
Heero's tear filled eyes shot opened as he painfully gasped for air, drawing it into his lungs as if he'd been deprived most of his life. His burning tears broke through his defenses and carelessly slid down his flushed cheeks. He swallowed the lump in his throat; sure it was his heart trying to run away.
Once he recognized the room he calmed down and was only left with a few fleeting glimpses of the haunting dream. He forced himself back into control and stopped his tears and calmed his breathing. /I want to cry for you Quatre. I want to cry because I love you, and miss you. But I will not cry for you because you died with honor and respect./ He thought to himself.
"Finally awake?" A voice startled the Wing pilot and Heero jumped slightly, jarring his body and causing pain to streak through his limps at break neck speed. "Careful." Heero looked up to find that his visitor was now Wufei.
The Chinese pilot pulled the chair that Relena had sat in, and Duo before her. "It's nice to see that you're finally awake. We were worried that we'd have to plan for another funeral." He spoke calmly as he looked at the injured boy.
Heero raised an eyebrow in question. "How long have I been asleep?" He wondered.
"Three days." The answer surprised Heero. "There is an infection in your arm. You're on antibiotics to cure it but you slipped into a shallow coma because of the infection." Wufei sat unmoving.
"Three days?" Heero rested his head on his pillow after trying to fix it. "I suppose that the funeral is already over?" He hoped that it wasn't.
"Of course not." Wufei snorted. "Winner would have wanted you to be there and we will respect his wishes." He closed his eyes. "And I think that Trowa wants you there as well."
Heero's heart throbbed at the mention of the pilot's name. "How is Trowa? Duo said that he wasn't doing well.but I don't know how long ago that was." He wondered.
"Trowa's been placed in the room across from yours." Wufei replied. "You've been in here for about a week. Trowa hasn't eaten anything or drank anything since we intercepted a transmission from OZ saying that they had the Gundam Sandrock and that it was already destroyed." His eyes never left Heero's.
"Did they have Quatre's body?" Heero wondered, Wufei nodded. "How.long has it been since the battle?" He asked.
"Two months, perhaps I will tell you what you want to know after you rest. The funeral will be in two days, and if you want to go then you have to heal." Wufei stood up and bowed slightly. "Good day." With that the Shenlong pilot began to leave the room.
"Wait!" Heero stopped him. Wufei stopped at the door and looked back. "Why does Trowa care if I go or not?" That whispering in his ears started up again but it was slightly louder and he could just about make it out.
Wufei looked somewhat surprised. "You mean you don't know?" He shook his head sadly. "I really thought you knew." With that he was gone.
Sighing to himself in frustration Heero settled back in his bed. "What should I know? What the hell did I miss that everyone else seems to get?" He demanded to the ceiling. When it didn't answer he slammed his good hand into the bed.
***
His hand was cold and the whispering was intense. Heero was forced from his fever-induced sleep and he protested with a moan. He lay quietly as he listened intently to the voices. They echoed through his mind like the wind in an empty cave, by a shore of a deserted beach.
As his sense awaked he became aware of his surroundings, Heero realized that there was something cold in his hand. It felt like a human hand as it moved against his heated flesh. Heero supposed that almost anything against his burning skin would feel cold, but not this cold.
It was almost a piercing cold, sitting right on the edge before it started to hurt. But in a way, it was comforting, though he wished the lack of heat on his forehead.
As if reading his mind tentative slender fingers, as cold as death, gently slid through his hair, cooling his body at contact. He felt the soft digits gently brush away his bangs, then trace over his dry chapped lips. Heero tired to open his eyes but he couldn't find the energy.
"Who are you?" He asked weakly. Once the words were spoken the voices became louder and the cold hands disappeared. "Wait! Please, I want to know." He whispered and suddenly the voices became one voice, one familiar voice. The words began to form meanings and Heero finally understood the repeated fraise.
/You should already know./
TBC.
~
Pairings for this chapter: 4+1 3+1
Warnings for this chapter: A confused Heero.
Notes: Does it make sense yet?
Chapter Two
Trowa opened his eyes to darkness. Wondering why he woke from such a peaceful dream he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his lover. No, it was a pillow. "Quatre?" He whispered, finding the bed empty. He searched around the room until he spotted the dark silhouette, sitting by the window. "What are you doing?" He smiled softly as he got out of the bed and went over to the shadow.
"I was watching you sleep." Quatre whispered as Trowa gathered him into his arms. They both sat in the moon light as they stared at the gloomy room. Quatre moved, looking up at the taller boy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He said softly.
"Don't worry little one. But why aren't you sleeping?" Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre's stomach as he rested his head on the boy's slender shoulder.
Quatre leaned his head against Trowa's chest, relaxing into the comfortable hold and basking in the safety and love he always felt from the banged pilot. "Can't." He mumbled, his voice seeming insignificantly small in the room. "And I didn't want to disturb you, you looked like you were enjoying your dream."
"Nightmares?" Trowa asked and Quatre nodded. "I don't mind if you wake me up. I don't like it when you suffer so." He squeezed the smaller pilot a little tighter. "Tell me, what were they about?" He wondered.
"Heero." Quatre replied. "We asked him to join us. He always laughed at us then called us names. Horrible names and nasty, hurtful things." Trowa felt something warm land on his hand.
"You know he'd never do or say anything like that. After all, he knows about Wufei and Duo and he and Duo are still great friends." Trowa's voice was soothing as he reassured his tiny lover. "And you know that what matters most to Heero is that we're here for him." He gently turned Quatre to face him and kissed the tears away.
"I know you're right Trowa, but.I want him. I want him and him to want us." Quatre whispered, the want and need gathering in his words. They sat in silence then Quatre sighed and looked up at the Heavyarms pilot. He smiled when Trowa looked at him. "But I love you too and I'm the luckiest person in the universe to be with you." With that said, the two lovers embraced, whispering declarations of love.
Heero's tear filled eyes shot opened as he painfully gasped for air, drawing it into his lungs as if he'd been deprived most of his life. His burning tears broke through his defenses and carelessly slid down his flushed cheeks. He swallowed the lump in his throat; sure it was his heart trying to run away.
Once he recognized the room he calmed down and was only left with a few fleeting glimpses of the haunting dream. He forced himself back into control and stopped his tears and calmed his breathing. /I want to cry for you Quatre. I want to cry because I love you, and miss you. But I will not cry for you because you died with honor and respect./ He thought to himself.
"Finally awake?" A voice startled the Wing pilot and Heero jumped slightly, jarring his body and causing pain to streak through his limps at break neck speed. "Careful." Heero looked up to find that his visitor was now Wufei.
The Chinese pilot pulled the chair that Relena had sat in, and Duo before her. "It's nice to see that you're finally awake. We were worried that we'd have to plan for another funeral." He spoke calmly as he looked at the injured boy.
Heero raised an eyebrow in question. "How long have I been asleep?" He wondered.
"Three days." The answer surprised Heero. "There is an infection in your arm. You're on antibiotics to cure it but you slipped into a shallow coma because of the infection." Wufei sat unmoving.
"Three days?" Heero rested his head on his pillow after trying to fix it. "I suppose that the funeral is already over?" He hoped that it wasn't.
"Of course not." Wufei snorted. "Winner would have wanted you to be there and we will respect his wishes." He closed his eyes. "And I think that Trowa wants you there as well."
Heero's heart throbbed at the mention of the pilot's name. "How is Trowa? Duo said that he wasn't doing well.but I don't know how long ago that was." He wondered.
"Trowa's been placed in the room across from yours." Wufei replied. "You've been in here for about a week. Trowa hasn't eaten anything or drank anything since we intercepted a transmission from OZ saying that they had the Gundam Sandrock and that it was already destroyed." His eyes never left Heero's.
"Did they have Quatre's body?" Heero wondered, Wufei nodded. "How.long has it been since the battle?" He asked.
"Two months, perhaps I will tell you what you want to know after you rest. The funeral will be in two days, and if you want to go then you have to heal." Wufei stood up and bowed slightly. "Good day." With that the Shenlong pilot began to leave the room.
"Wait!" Heero stopped him. Wufei stopped at the door and looked back. "Why does Trowa care if I go or not?" That whispering in his ears started up again but it was slightly louder and he could just about make it out.
Wufei looked somewhat surprised. "You mean you don't know?" He shook his head sadly. "I really thought you knew." With that he was gone.
Sighing to himself in frustration Heero settled back in his bed. "What should I know? What the hell did I miss that everyone else seems to get?" He demanded to the ceiling. When it didn't answer he slammed his good hand into the bed.
***
His hand was cold and the whispering was intense. Heero was forced from his fever-induced sleep and he protested with a moan. He lay quietly as he listened intently to the voices. They echoed through his mind like the wind in an empty cave, by a shore of a deserted beach.
As his sense awaked he became aware of his surroundings, Heero realized that there was something cold in his hand. It felt like a human hand as it moved against his heated flesh. Heero supposed that almost anything against his burning skin would feel cold, but not this cold.
It was almost a piercing cold, sitting right on the edge before it started to hurt. But in a way, it was comforting, though he wished the lack of heat on his forehead.
As if reading his mind tentative slender fingers, as cold as death, gently slid through his hair, cooling his body at contact. He felt the soft digits gently brush away his bangs, then trace over his dry chapped lips. Heero tired to open his eyes but he couldn't find the energy.
"Who are you?" He asked weakly. Once the words were spoken the voices became louder and the cold hands disappeared. "Wait! Please, I want to know." He whispered and suddenly the voices became one voice, one familiar voice. The words began to form meanings and Heero finally understood the repeated fraise.
/You should already know./
TBC.
~
