Quatre soon returned with help from Trowa and Wufei who drove Heero's vet back to find Heero sitting on the couch with a knife. They gave each other quick glances and then Trowa leaped over and gracefully snatched the knife from Heero. Heero seemed a bit bemused, but resumed his natural composure. "You don't have any pizza," he told Quatre in a calm voice.

Trowa gave Quatre a look of worry as he walked into the kitchen to put the knife away. Wufei noticed the cuts on Heero's arms and began to head for the bathroom. "I'm going to get some bandages."

Quatre and Trowa sat on either side of Heero. "What happened, Heero?" Quatre asked, his voice full of concern.

Heero smirked at him coldly as Wufei returned with salt to wash the wounds and a few bandages. "Relena happened," Heero said almost wistfully. "Why, oh why, did I trust that bitch?" His voice was filled with a contempt Quatre was unfamiliar with, even coming from Heero...and especially coming from Heero abut Relena.

"Start at the beginning," Quatre told him gently.

Trowa stood up and Wufei sat down. "I'm going to clean your cuts," he said as he began to work on Heero's almost chopped up arms.

Quatre looked at Heero's soft flesh cut up so badly and wanted to look away. What could have happened to have made him do this to himself? "Please, Heero," he said when Heero did not answer.

Heero sighed and began to speak. He explained everything that had happened in a complete monotone. Despite his demeanor, the story hit Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre with shock the size of a very very very very very very very very can you tell I like this word large hammer. It was hard to believe what their Jousan had done.

"Y-you're sure this happened?" Quatre asked, hoping to find some doubt in Heero.

Heero glared at him. It was a look of glaciers. "I saw it," was all he said.

Trowa stood up, angrier than anyone had ever seen him, though he hid it well. "I'll bring Heero's things here."

Wufei nodded. "I'll go with you."

"No!" Quatre said, standing up. "I will." He whispered to Wufei. "You're stronger than I am. You might have a chance of stopping him before he does anything rash. And nobody will be there to stop you and Trowa from doing anything rash to Relena or Duo."

Wufei grunted reluctantly and sat back down. Quatre and Trowa left in silence. They were all still in shock at what Heero had told them.

"So...let me get this straight, Mr. Winner," Kristine said in her most civil voice, sustaining her anger at her father. "My father is not coming home?"

Quatre nodded kindly. He knew that Kristine had nothing to do with Relena and Duo, so he dismissed anything she said. However, had it been Relena speaking to him, he very much doubted he could sustain his own anger in for very long. "That's right, Kristine. Heero needs a little...time to himself," he concluded, leaving out, //although he's had enough of that.//

Kristine nodded, her eyes burning with a blue fire she inherited from her father, though she hated it when people pointed it out. "I understand. Only, could you please route to him a message?"

"Certainly," Quatre said.

"In that case, tell the bastard that he's a bastard for abandoning his family like this! How could he just up and leave for a little /alone time/? I personally don't give a damn whether he's here or not, but think of what he could do to Mother! She'll be devastated when she finds out! I knew all the time that he was a wretch, but I never thought he'd up and leave his fa-"

She didn't get to finish her little tirade when Quatre did the impossible for him, anyway. He slapped the girl across the cheek. Trowa put a hand on his friend's shoulder, a suitcase in his hand. "Let's go," he said quietly, though he was glaring at the girl, as well.

Kristine, still in shock, held her hand up to her face, which was now marked a slight red, and watched the two leave. Then she turned on her heel and ran into her room.

"Where's Heero?" Quatre asked as he closed the door to his apartment. Trowa was next to him with Heero's suitcase.

Wufei was sitting on the couch with an expressionless face. Heero was lying with his head resting on the arms. His eyes were closed and he was sleeping. Trowa raised an eyebrow to Wufei, who nodded in confirmation and stood up.

"How long has he been sleeping?" Quatre asked.

"Only a few minutes ago. This is just...un-like him. He cried himself to sleep, Quatre," Wufei said grimly. "Heero Yuy has never cried before."

Trowa nodded. "Not that we know of, anyway."

"Not that anyone knows of," Wufei added.

Quatre sighed. "We can't leave him alone. It looked like he was trying to commit suicide before and he might do it again. By Allah...I wish Duo and Relena were here right now..."

"I don't think they'd help much," Trowa said calmly.

Quatre gave him a look that said, //That's not what I meant// and Trowa nodded grimly. "Well, we've obviously got to take shifts since Quatre can't stay awake 24-7," Wufei said reasonably. "So it looks like Trowa and I will move in for a while with Heero."

"You don't have to do that," Quatre said. "I don't want to burden you."

"You're not," came a voice from the sofa. "I am."

The three pilots turned around guiltily. "You're awake," Quatre said.

"Thank you, I wasn't aware," Heero grumbled. Quatre was quiet. "You're not imposing on them. I am," Heero repeated. "But don't worry about me. I'll just go home and face the facade that is my life." He stood up and then fell back down. The hangover was NOW getting to him.

"You're in no condition to leave," Quatre said, walking over and sitting down beside him. He put a hand to Heero's head, then pulled away. "Not only is your family-life in danger, as well as your self-esteem, but it appears as though you're sick, too. You're going to a doctor tomorrow, but let's see what I've got right now in the medicine cabinet." He stood up and headed to the bathroom. //Watch him// he mouthed to Wufei and Trowa.

"I heard you," Heero said, unperturbed. Quatre sighed. Knowing the Perfect Soldier, he probably heard Quatre's words bounce off the air.

::Warning:: This was written by someone with FAR too much time on their hands. Actually, that's a fact. I should be studying for finals right now, but people keep asking for me to continue this so they can read it. Well...they got their wish. :P At least I didn't take a month or two to finish this chapter, ne? And besides, I'm fairly confident I will earn a good grade on finals. Then again...I'd better study the seven parts of speech for English. .;;; .;;;

::Disclaimer:: Gundam isn't mine, but I'm not taking any credit, so please don't sue.