Author: Sphynx
Title: A Light in the Darkness 5/?
Pairings: 3+4 (mwahahaha…It's almost here…FINALLY)
Warnings: Angst, mental ward
Disclaimers: *takes a deep breath* They aren't mine, these loverly boys. Yep…Now I'm going to go resign myself to that fact. *goes off and cries quietly for a moment or two*
Notes: Ok, I really don't know how long this will be. But long it will be. I have created St. Julien's Hospital for War-Related Illnesses, and the policies of the staff are based on both personal experience (mine and other people's) and my imagination. So don't say they would do it another way.
Trowa was leaving the hospital. There were balloons everywhere on the ward, it was a big day, and they were going to celebrate. All the nurses wanted to say goodbye to Trowa and tell Quatre how much he had helped. Before Quatre had first come, there was little hope of Trowa's eventual release. But now, here they were celebrating only a couple of months later. He was going home.
"Quatre, are you sure you don't mind taking me in?" Trowa had drawn Quatre aside for a moment, wanting to make sure that Quatre had no qualms about opening his house up after all this time.
"Trowa, you need to be close to the hospital, and I want you to stay with me."
"I know, I'm glad you've offered. I don't want to lose you now. You can't imagine how much I appreciate this." Trowa graced Quatre with one of his rare smiles. Quatre's eyes lit up when he saw it.
"I don't want to lose you, or that smile. Just promise you won't run off as soon as they let you free here."
A couple of nurses called out and waved for them to come over. Trowa let Quatre lead him back over to where the ward had gathered to say goodbye. No one was happy to see Trowa go. At least not of the various nurses, volunteers, and patients that were there. The nurses were thrilled that Trowa was doing well enough to leave, but they would miss his quiet presence on the ward. They would miss Quatre too. He had brought a light to not only Trowa's life, but the entire ward also. His soft voice had been heard talking quietly with Trowa, and reading out loud when Trowa didn't want to go out of his room.
All too soon it was time to carry Trowa's bags out and say the final good-bye's. Eric once again was called on. This time to help Quatre and Trowa carry Trowa's personal effects down through the maze o corridors and out into the welcoming sunshine. He was the last one to say goodbye to the two young men, and he couldn't help but feel supreme hope for their future.
They packed the car, and they were gone. Trowa looked out the front of the windshield, staring blankly. Quatre drove. He wanted to break the silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't entirely comfortable. He heald whatever meaningless, fumbling words he could have said. Trowa needed to let it all sink in. And so the drive was a length of silence they both needed.
The silence didn't end when they arrived at the Quatre's modest home. Quatre help Trowa get his things into the spare room, and left Trowa with an open invitation to wander. Quatre went to his study, and sat down. He sat for a few mintues as the reality sunk in. Trowa's here. He's let me take him in. But where will it go? Will he ever be able to go without treatment? Quatre knew it would be a long time before Trowa ever made it to a point where he could live without the ties the hospital gave him. But he hoped Trowa could be happy. He hoped Trowa would be happy staying at his house, accepting his hospitality, and his friendship.
Title: A Light in the Darkness 5/?
Pairings: 3+4 (mwahahaha…It's almost here…FINALLY)
Warnings: Angst, mental ward
Disclaimers: *takes a deep breath* They aren't mine, these loverly boys. Yep…Now I'm going to go resign myself to that fact. *goes off and cries quietly for a moment or two*
Notes: Ok, I really don't know how long this will be. But long it will be. I have created St. Julien's Hospital for War-Related Illnesses, and the policies of the staff are based on both personal experience (mine and other people's) and my imagination. So don't say they would do it another way.
Trowa was leaving the hospital. There were balloons everywhere on the ward, it was a big day, and they were going to celebrate. All the nurses wanted to say goodbye to Trowa and tell Quatre how much he had helped. Before Quatre had first come, there was little hope of Trowa's eventual release. But now, here they were celebrating only a couple of months later. He was going home.
"Quatre, are you sure you don't mind taking me in?" Trowa had drawn Quatre aside for a moment, wanting to make sure that Quatre had no qualms about opening his house up after all this time.
"Trowa, you need to be close to the hospital, and I want you to stay with me."
"I know, I'm glad you've offered. I don't want to lose you now. You can't imagine how much I appreciate this." Trowa graced Quatre with one of his rare smiles. Quatre's eyes lit up when he saw it.
"I don't want to lose you, or that smile. Just promise you won't run off as soon as they let you free here."
A couple of nurses called out and waved for them to come over. Trowa let Quatre lead him back over to where the ward had gathered to say goodbye. No one was happy to see Trowa go. At least not of the various nurses, volunteers, and patients that were there. The nurses were thrilled that Trowa was doing well enough to leave, but they would miss his quiet presence on the ward. They would miss Quatre too. He had brought a light to not only Trowa's life, but the entire ward also. His soft voice had been heard talking quietly with Trowa, and reading out loud when Trowa didn't want to go out of his room.
All too soon it was time to carry Trowa's bags out and say the final good-bye's. Eric once again was called on. This time to help Quatre and Trowa carry Trowa's personal effects down through the maze o corridors and out into the welcoming sunshine. He was the last one to say goodbye to the two young men, and he couldn't help but feel supreme hope for their future.
They packed the car, and they were gone. Trowa looked out the front of the windshield, staring blankly. Quatre drove. He wanted to break the silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't entirely comfortable. He heald whatever meaningless, fumbling words he could have said. Trowa needed to let it all sink in. And so the drive was a length of silence they both needed.
The silence didn't end when they arrived at the Quatre's modest home. Quatre help Trowa get his things into the spare room, and left Trowa with an open invitation to wander. Quatre went to his study, and sat down. He sat for a few mintues as the reality sunk in. Trowa's here. He's let me take him in. But where will it go? Will he ever be able to go without treatment? Quatre knew it would be a long time before Trowa ever made it to a point where he could live without the ties the hospital gave him. But he hoped Trowa could be happy. He hoped Trowa would be happy staying at his house, accepting his hospitality, and his friendship.