"Pamela! Pamela, wake up!"

Those were the first words Pamela heard when she woke, Quatre shaking her limp body. Sunlight was streaming through the windows, filling the room with light.

"I…guess I must have used too much of my…powers."

"Damn right," Quatre said, now pissed.

"Where's everyone else?"

"They're downstairs. They don't care about you, well, at least not that much. Why should they?"

"I dunno. I guess you're right."

"I'll be back in a bit. I want to go have lunch first."

"Why didn't you have it already?"

"I was waiting for you to wake up."

With a soft and sweet smile, Quatre left the room.

"Can you get me some too?" Pamela shouted down the stairs.

"Whatever!" came the response.

* * *

"Hey, Quatre, finally gotten over your obsession with that girl and decided to come back to Earth?"

"Shut up, Duo. I wouldn't be talking. At least a so-called obsession is better than getting hurt."

Duo was sitting at the table with a giant bandage around his chest. He winced.

"Do you have to remind me of painful memories?"

"Only if you insist on being annoying."

"Can we please break up the fighting?" Relena asked. "Bickering sometimes makes me uncomfortable."

"Do what Relena says."

"Chill, Heero, it was only a joke." Duo, puppy-faced, was looking at Heero.

"Your whole life is a joke."

(Sarcastically) "Thanks." Duo went back to wearing his sulky expression mask.

All of a sudden Duo brightened up. "Hey, is it just me, or do Sally and Wufie seem a teensy-weensy bit closer?"

Sally blushes, but Wufei's face turns beet red for a whole different reason entirely.

"You baka! How dare you say such things about ME! AND DON'T CALL ME WUFIE!"

"Whatever."

Wufei goes huffing up the stairs into his own room.

"Now look what you've done, Duo! Do you know how long it's going to take me to calm him down?" Sally was getting really pissed.

"Well, why should you care anyway? It's not like he's your boyfriend. Or is he?"

"Two things, Duo; shut up, and go to hell, cause it's where you belong."

"Yeesh. Why is everyone getting mad at me all of a sudden?"

"Hmm, Duo, I just wonder why." Sally's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Just leave me alone. I'm having a very bad day, okay?"

"Wow, Duo's actually mad!" Sally was impressed.

Duo leaves to go up to his room, if only to sulk.

"Okay everyone, let's just finish this lunch and disperse. I don't think any of you should be around each other now, your nerves are too tightly strung." Relena, always the peacemaker, was trying to bring about peace in the kitchen.

"I'm going back upstairs to look on Pamela. I also told her I'd bring some food," Quatre hastily said, not wanting to be around the almost visible tension in the kitchen.

* * *

"Hey, you're finally back! I'm just starving!" Pamela greeted Quatre happily.

"I brought you eggs and bacon. I hope you enjoy."

"Mmmm."

"Glad you like it."

"Thanks. I was really hungry."

"No problem. Just one thing, though. I have the feeling that you didn't tell us everything about you. What are you hiding?"

"What are you talking about?" Pamela was stricken.

"I think you're hiding something."

"No, I'm not!"

"Listen, Pamela, I think I'd know you enough by now to recognize when you're hiding something."

"You barely know me at all! What's all this crap about being able to read me like a book?"

"Well, am I right?"

"NO!"

"Stop trying to deny it, because it's obvious you are."

"If you're so intent on being pushy, why don't you just tie me to a torture rack and get the truth out of me that way?"

Quatre was taken aback. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you seem to want to get your way, and that would be the only solution for making me spew lies that you'd probably believe were true."

"Shows how much you know me. If you did know me, you'd realize that I hate hurting people, even in the midst of a war. The only reason I do is because I have to."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"You know what? I think I really am hiding something."

Quatre leaned forward eagerly. "What?"

"It's for me to know and you to find out. I'll tell you when I feel like I can trust you enough."

"What does it have to do with trust? Doesn't have something to do with Dorothy's death?"

"Indirectly."

"Oh. Then I guess I'll just have to wait."

"Exactly."

Pamela set out on finishing her breakfast, for she was starving.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"How'm I supposed to know how long I was asleep? Why don't you tell me?"

"Okay…let's see…you've been asleep for about two days."

"What?! That long? Wholly shit, that's a hell of a long time to sleep."

"Now that I think about it, yes, you're right."

"I think I'm getting tired again. I'll probably go to sleep soon. Have to get back my energy so I can live a normal prison life, if you want to call a prison life normal."

"Prison?"

"Well, isn't that what this place is to me? You won't allow me to leave, so I'm trapped in here."

"I'd rather hoped that you'd begin to feel like this place was home."

"Now I can really see that you're the peace-loving type—most of the time."

Quatre gave Pamela such a sweet smile that if it had been directed at the sun, it would have made the glowing orb shine brighter.

"Sweet dreams."