That morning Trin yet again woke up extremely early. Which was strange since she was very tired from the night before. She got out of bed leisurely, her entire body hurting. She slowly made her way to the bathroom and brushed her teeth trying hard not to look in the mirror. She really didn't want to see her face. Then back in her room, she changed into a pair of shorts and a loose fitting shirt, simply because anything else hurt her bruised and burnt skin. Finally she ran a hairbrush through her hair and left the room.

At first she thought no one else was up yet, but as she walked into the living room she saw Quatre in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Do you need any help?" she asked timidly as she stood in the doorway. She knew Quatre was the most calm and rational one of the pilots, but she still wasn't sure if he was also furious with her about last night.

The blond pilot turned and smiled at her. She returned the smile with relief.

"Sure" he said.

* * *

In about an hour Duo and Trowa walked into the living room. Duo stretched and fell onto the couch turning on the mourning cartoons. Trowa opened the newspaper. Then Acire entered and joined Duo in front of the TV and lastly came Heero with his laptop.

Trin stood next to Quatre in the kitchen. She was mixing dough for pancakes in a bowl and wore a pink apron. Her hands were covered in flour and she had some on her face as well.

As he finished with the salad, Quatre took the bowl from her and showed her how to put the dough onto the pan. She nodded and proceeded as he told her.

During a commercial break Duo and Acire wandered into the kitchen. Duo stretched out his hand trying to steal some of the newly made pancakes, but Trin slapped it away with the spoon.

"Wait until breakfast" she said moving the plate away from him.

"Please, just one teeny, tiny, pancake?" Duo whined.

"No" she answered firmly.

"Well can we help cook?" Acire asked looking hopeful, and Duo nodded eagerly.

Trin and Quatre paled in unison.

"NO!!!" they yelled. Trowa and Heero looked up, surprised; it was very rarely that Quatre yelled. And when he did, he had a good reason too. They saw Trin pushing the Deathscythe pilot and Acire out of the kitchen, telling them that no, they couldn't help as they whined more.

"You shouldn't be cooking anyway!" Acire pouted "Weren't you the one who almost burned the house down making cookies?!"

Trin blushed.

"I was *seven*!" she yelled.

"Yeah, but I bet you're cooking skills hadn't changed" Acire snorted.

"I got an A+ in Home Ec., thank you" Trin snarled, folding her arms.

"Yeah, and you had Mrs. Simms who's old as hell and can't taste any of the food students make because she has no teeth!" Acire screamed.

"You are *so lucky* I'm too sore to hurt you right now!!" Trin shrieked.

"Oh yeah? What have you been doing last night?" Acire smirked.

Trin's mouth dropped open at the loss of words. Duo snickered and high- fived Acire.

"That's it! I don't care if I hurt myself but *I *am* gonna hurt both of you*!!!" Trin hollered and started toward the laughing pair; but as she attempted running, something in her knee cracked and she was forced to stop. Sending a final death glare at them, she whirled and went back into the kitchen; cursing everything and anything under her breath. Duo and Acire collapsed on the floor laughing yet again as everyone in the room gave them blank stares.

"By the way Trin, you made the front page" Trowa said matter-of-factly as he folded the newspaper.

"What?!"

They heard something break in the kitchen and Trin ran – well, more like limped really fast- out of the kitchen, a covered with flour Quatre following her. She grabbed the newspaper out of Trowa's hands and stared wide eyed at the front page that stated boldly "Mysterious Girl Attempts to Save Victims of Terrorist Bomb".

Cursing the reporters she quickly scanned through the article and sighed with relief as she read that the police were not yet able to identify 'mysterious girl'.

"You think they'll be able to find out it was me?" she asked and Heero shook his head not looking up from his laptop.

"Not a chance"

She looked over his shoulder curiously and saw that he was in the police database erasing any information they had on the case.

"Come everyone, breakfast is ready" Quatre called who went back into the kitchen as Trin was reading the article.

With a loud cry of "BREAKFAST!" Duo raced into the kitchen, followed closely by Acire and nearly knocking everyone else off their feet.

As they sat around the table, Wufei walked into the room and without a word pulled out a chair and sat down. Trin didn't give him as much as a glance and as she noticed, neither did Heero. She didn't know what exactly happened in the room when she stormed out last night, but she suspected something had happened between Heero and Wufei. From the very beginning she noticed that they had been the ones that got along the worst out of all the pilots, but she had a feeling something else happened.

"I found a tracker last night" Heero stated suddenly breaking the silence.

The rest of the boys stared at him and Trin tried hard not to laugh as she saw the expressions on Quatre and Duo's faces.

"That weird man at the mall stuck it to my shirt" Trin explained and as Acire opened her mouth for another comment gave her an if-you-value-your- life,-don't-you-dare glare.

Trowa nodded thoughtfully.

"Good thing this place is protected" he said "we should go outside as little as possible"

There was silence as everyone went back to eating.

Wufei finished first and left to train, everyone else finished soon after. Duo and Acire wandered off somewhere. Trin opted for a second cup of coffee, but before she could drink, Heero stopped her, swiftly removing the cup from her hand. He dumped it in the sink as she sputtered in protest.

"I was *drinking* that!" she exclaimed indignantly.

"Hn." a typical response. If he kept it up, Trin figured he would need a solid beating. "You need to train. You can't rely on caffeine for everything."

"So?" she asked. "It helps!"

"Deal with it."

"You're... you're..." she stormed around the kitchen, searching for a bad enough word for him. "MILK TOAST!" she exclaimed.

Heero raised an eyebrow. "'Milk toast'?" he asked, and Trin could swear that he was laughing at her mentally.

"You suck," she muttered.

"That's intelligent," he deadpanned. "Really, it is."

"You're making fun of me," Trin accused.

Heero turned his back to her as he stuck the coffee cup into the dishwasher. "I'm not."

"You *are*. And since when does the perfect soldier do the dishes?" she asked mockingly.

The use of the name struck a nerve in him. "Don't call me that," he said.

"Why not?"

"Just... don't." She shrugged, and Heero added, "let's get started." he walked quickly out of the kitchen, and Trin followed.

* * *

"Hit this." Heero led Trin over to a huge punching bag that was set up in the corner of the gym. Trin's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"You're kidding, right? RIGHT?!" Without answering, he walked over, stood behind it, and repeated his first order.

"Hit it. I saw what you did to Wufei's jaw."

"Yeah, and I saw what you did to his ribs! I'll break my hand on that!"

"No, you won't," he said.

"You ever heard of Hinesburg's uncertainty principle?" she replied.

"Yes. Just hit it." Heero was starting to get that dangerous glazed-over look in his eyes, and Trin got the feeling that she had better comply.

To make herself feel better, she joked, "Remember Wufei's jaw."

With that she took her fighting stance and prepared to punch. She sent out her arm, but then changed her mind in the middle and instead of hitting it full force; tapped it lightly.

Heero glared at her.

"Aw, fine, fine" she muttered and this time followed through with the punch. Her hand stung, but no more than it usually would. The enormous punching bag moved no more that a few centimeters.

Heero nodded slowly and walked around to take her place.

"Watch"

He stood for a moment in his fighting stance and then unleashed a swift punch. The punching bag swayed wildly. Trin blinked.

"You're stronger than me," she pouted.

"Don't make excuses" he snapped icily and she winced.

* * *

"Okay now, grab me into a headlock from the back" Heero instructed three grueling hours later.

Trin nodded and stepped a few steps back as he turned around. Deciding to improvise, instead of a headlock, she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The next thing she knew she was on her back on the floor, breath knocked out of her.

"You could've warned me" she snapped as she tried to catch her breath.

"What would the point be then?" he relied calmly and grabbing her arm, pulled her to her feet. "We're done for today"

Trin nodded and they both walked out of the gym side by side. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, there was a loud boom and the ground shook slightly. Heero immediately took off in the direction of the noise and Trin followed him.

As they ran into the living room the other door swung open and Trowa, Quatre and Wufei ran in. Acire soon joined them. The room was full of smoke, which was mainly coming from the kitchen. As some of the smoke cleared, they saw a very black and charred Duo standing in the middle of the kitchen. He coughed and a small black cloud of smoke came out of his mouth.

"Maxwell what the hell did you do?" Wufei growled.

Duo smiled sheepishly and fanned the air in from of his face.

"I was just making a snack" he said innocently.

* * *

"Hey Hee-man!" Duo chirped cheerfully as if it wasn't he who just blew up half of the kitchen. He had a cloth in his hand with which he attempting to rub off the layers of ash that covered him. He was partially succeeding.

Heero looked up momentarily, long enough to glare at him and turned his attention back to his laptop.

"Q-man told me to go out to eat and take the girls. Something about not wanting me around the house to destroy something else" he shrugged. "Anyway, since there's two of them and Q-man's fixing the kitchen with Trowa and Wu-man went off somewhere, you're coming along"

Heero grunted a much unwanted affirmative and after telling him that they were leaving in half an hour, Duo skipped off down the hall.

* * *

Acire knocked on Trin's door and as she yelled for 'whoever it was to come in', did. Trin was sitting on her bed brushing her hair. She wore a spaghetti-strapped top, flip-flops and a long jean skirt. Pants unbelievably hurt her skin and she was too embarrassed to wear shorts. As she looked up and saw Acire, the hairbrush fell to the floor. Acire stood before her wearing a short black skirt, white tank top and black strappy sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and she had a silver necklace around her neck.

Acire raised an eyebrow as Trin gaped at her.

"What?" she asked looking down at herself.

"Um, Acire"

"By the way, Heero's coming" she added slyly and was disappointed when Trin didn't react to the news.

"Acire, this isn't a date you know" Trin finally forced out.

"Whatever you say" Acire smiled and walked out of the room. Trin shook her head and followed her.























A/N: Hey! I am so sorry I didn't update for so long! I had my karate test Friday and I'm finding out if I passed and getting my belt today. I've been nervous out of my mind and sore beyond belief, so if this chapter is a little out of it, that's why ^^;;;; Also, A HUGE ARIGATOU TO DEMON FAERIE AERYKA WHO HELPED ME, CUZ I WAS EXTREMELLY STUCK ON THIS CHAPTER!!! THANKS AGAIN!!!!!!

By the way, I'm working on ANOTHER Gundam Wing fic! I might call it "Double Vision", but I'm not sure yet. The first chapter will be out soon. Annnddd a first post under this name!! Yay!

Luv,

~Arion~