I've decided to do other chapters of this story featuring other characters. Those of you who are prone to tears may want to either have a box of tusses ready or just not read. Someone is going to die in each chapter, that I can promice... Um anyway if your up for it read of.
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*199 ac, L4*
Quatre Rebarba Winner laughed lightly as him and Trowa made their way to their car. The war had been over almost three years now and all five Gundam pilots had made new lives for themselves. Even Trowa and his blond companion. Pulling open the door on the passenger side Trowa motioned for the other young man to get it.
"I must admit, I had fun." Trowa said, climbing into the drivers side, "However, I think they need a few more clowns and maybe a lion or two." Quatre rolled his eyes. Over the years since the war Trowa had developed a sence of humor that could probably rival Duo's.
"It's an opera Trowa, and why are you driving my car?" The blond asked. The taller man looked him in the eye.
"Because while you where consuming glass after glass of wine at the intermission, I stuck to good, clean water." He said, Quatre nodded solomly.
"That makes perfect sence to me!" He said. Trowa pulled the car out of the parking lot and into traffic. About halfway home Trowa looked over to see his friend and lover fast a sleep in the other seat. He slowed to a stop at a red light and when it turned green again he moved forward. Before he knew what was happening another car came racing down the street and T-boned them on the passenger side. Trowa tried to steer the car out of on coming traffic but the drivers on the other side of the street still had to swerve to miss there car. Once the car had stopped moving the young driver took a deep breath and looked over at his passenger. Quatre was sitting in his seat eyes still closed and blood trickling down his temple. Trowa unbuckled his seat belt and moved over to get a better look at the blond, before he could get close enough, however, a paramedic reached out and gently took his arm.
"Sir, we need you to stay in your seat for now." Trowa looked back at the woman outside the car.
"But Quatre..." He trailed off. His vision was starting to fade. The medic opened his door felt his pulse. She called over to her partner.
"He starting to go into shock, get a gurney and a collar over here." Before he could say anything else he was eased out of the car and on to the gurney. They put a stiff collar on him and when he tried to look over at the car he was unable to. Once inside the ambulance the medic that had helped him out of the car put on a face mask and set up and IV line in his arm. She kept checking his pulse and his skin. At the hospital the doctors took x-rays of almost everything and for over and hour he was unable to find out anything about Quatre. Finally when his doctor was satisfied that he was ok, he was allowed to get dressed and was more of less discharged. Once he was in cloths that the hospital had provided he approched his doctor.
"What happened to Quatre? Was he brought here?" He asked. The doctor watched him for a second.
"I'm not allowed to discuss that with anyone other then the next of kin." Trowa sighed.
"I am his next of kin, we've signed all the papers and everything. You can call our laywer if you want, but right now I want to know how he's doing!" The doctor steped back, a little frightened by Trowa's outburst. He finally sighed and motioned for the other man to follow him.
"You might want to wait for someone before I start talking." He said, Trowa didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the doctor. The doctor sighed and gave in. "The car was hit on his side, there where no obvious injuries other then his head. He was taken up to surgery shortly after arriving." The doctor paused. He looked the young man right in the eye.
"He crashed on the operating table and the doctors where unable to save him. I'm sorry..." Trowa was silent for a second.
"No," He whispered, "no," he repeated louder this time. "Your wrong, they're wrong, that's not what happened. He's ok, I know he is..." Trowa was begining to panick, nobody was saying anything. They wouldn't tell him that they were wrong. "He's not dead!" He yelled, he lunged at the doctor but was stopped by a pair of strong arms.
"Trowa, calm down." The steady, familiar voice said. Trowa looked into the cold, blue eyes beside him.
"There wrong," He said quietly. Heero gently ushered Trowa away from the doctor and the few nurses who had come in. Duo and Wufei were both sitting in a small waiting room. When Trowa and Heero entered Duo stood up. He walked over to Trowa and hugged the taller man. Trowa hugged Duo back and finally broke down.
"They have to be wrong," He said finally, Duo sat him down and Wufei handed him some tissue and a cup of water.
"I'm afraid there not." Trowa looked up at Heero.
"How do you know?" Trowa whispered. Duo answered.
"The doctor told him everything when he threatened to blow this place up." He said. Trowa looked over at him a small smile tugging at the corners of him lips.
"Quatre wouldn't like that," He said. Duo returned the small smiled.
"No he wouldn't, He also wouldn't like you sitting around here. What do you say we head home?" Trowa nodded.
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The funeral was three days later. The four remaining Gundam Pilots came dressed in black, Duo was wearing his old priests cloths. Trowa had insisted that Quatre be dressed in white despite the fact that it was his funeral. Hilde, Relena and Sally had acompanied there respective boyfriends, and Zech and Noin had come to pay there respects.
After the service Trowa entered the large sitting room that had been used. Heero, Relena and Hilde where seated at the front. Quietly discussing something, Duo was kneeling in front of the casket in prayer. Trowa quietly approched him, despite the fact that he had lived in a church and dressed like a priest Duo would never admit to actually believing in any god other than death. He looked up at Trowa when the taller man stopped beside him.
"Just making sure Solo and the other take good care of him until you get there." He said, standing up. Trowa gave him a gentle look.
"Thank you Duo, you and the others have been very patient with me." Duo returned the gently look.
"I know it's hard to loose someone you love. It's happened to me more times than I can count. If you need to talk or anything you know where I am." Trowa nodded.
"I think what I need right now is some time alone to say goodbye." Duo nodded and motioned for the others to follow as he left the room. Trowa stood silently for a second before walking over to the casket. Inside, Quatre looked as if he where sleeping and that he would wake any second. Trowa reached out and brushed back a lock of the boys blond hair.
"I'm going to miss you Quatre, a lot. I don't even know if I can continue on as Trowa with out you. I just hope you wait for me because one day I'm going to see you agian..."
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*199 ac, L4*
Quatre Rebarba Winner laughed lightly as him and Trowa made their way to their car. The war had been over almost three years now and all five Gundam pilots had made new lives for themselves. Even Trowa and his blond companion. Pulling open the door on the passenger side Trowa motioned for the other young man to get it.
"I must admit, I had fun." Trowa said, climbing into the drivers side, "However, I think they need a few more clowns and maybe a lion or two." Quatre rolled his eyes. Over the years since the war Trowa had developed a sence of humor that could probably rival Duo's.
"It's an opera Trowa, and why are you driving my car?" The blond asked. The taller man looked him in the eye.
"Because while you where consuming glass after glass of wine at the intermission, I stuck to good, clean water." He said, Quatre nodded solomly.
"That makes perfect sence to me!" He said. Trowa pulled the car out of the parking lot and into traffic. About halfway home Trowa looked over to see his friend and lover fast a sleep in the other seat. He slowed to a stop at a red light and when it turned green again he moved forward. Before he knew what was happening another car came racing down the street and T-boned them on the passenger side. Trowa tried to steer the car out of on coming traffic but the drivers on the other side of the street still had to swerve to miss there car. Once the car had stopped moving the young driver took a deep breath and looked over at his passenger. Quatre was sitting in his seat eyes still closed and blood trickling down his temple. Trowa unbuckled his seat belt and moved over to get a better look at the blond, before he could get close enough, however, a paramedic reached out and gently took his arm.
"Sir, we need you to stay in your seat for now." Trowa looked back at the woman outside the car.
"But Quatre..." He trailed off. His vision was starting to fade. The medic opened his door felt his pulse. She called over to her partner.
"He starting to go into shock, get a gurney and a collar over here." Before he could say anything else he was eased out of the car and on to the gurney. They put a stiff collar on him and when he tried to look over at the car he was unable to. Once inside the ambulance the medic that had helped him out of the car put on a face mask and set up and IV line in his arm. She kept checking his pulse and his skin. At the hospital the doctors took x-rays of almost everything and for over and hour he was unable to find out anything about Quatre. Finally when his doctor was satisfied that he was ok, he was allowed to get dressed and was more of less discharged. Once he was in cloths that the hospital had provided he approched his doctor.
"What happened to Quatre? Was he brought here?" He asked. The doctor watched him for a second.
"I'm not allowed to discuss that with anyone other then the next of kin." Trowa sighed.
"I am his next of kin, we've signed all the papers and everything. You can call our laywer if you want, but right now I want to know how he's doing!" The doctor steped back, a little frightened by Trowa's outburst. He finally sighed and motioned for the other man to follow him.
"You might want to wait for someone before I start talking." He said, Trowa didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the doctor. The doctor sighed and gave in. "The car was hit on his side, there where no obvious injuries other then his head. He was taken up to surgery shortly after arriving." The doctor paused. He looked the young man right in the eye.
"He crashed on the operating table and the doctors where unable to save him. I'm sorry..." Trowa was silent for a second.
"No," He whispered, "no," he repeated louder this time. "Your wrong, they're wrong, that's not what happened. He's ok, I know he is..." Trowa was begining to panick, nobody was saying anything. They wouldn't tell him that they were wrong. "He's not dead!" He yelled, he lunged at the doctor but was stopped by a pair of strong arms.
"Trowa, calm down." The steady, familiar voice said. Trowa looked into the cold, blue eyes beside him.
"There wrong," He said quietly. Heero gently ushered Trowa away from the doctor and the few nurses who had come in. Duo and Wufei were both sitting in a small waiting room. When Trowa and Heero entered Duo stood up. He walked over to Trowa and hugged the taller man. Trowa hugged Duo back and finally broke down.
"They have to be wrong," He said finally, Duo sat him down and Wufei handed him some tissue and a cup of water.
"I'm afraid there not." Trowa looked up at Heero.
"How do you know?" Trowa whispered. Duo answered.
"The doctor told him everything when he threatened to blow this place up." He said. Trowa looked over at him a small smile tugging at the corners of him lips.
"Quatre wouldn't like that," He said. Duo returned the small smiled.
"No he wouldn't, He also wouldn't like you sitting around here. What do you say we head home?" Trowa nodded.
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The funeral was three days later. The four remaining Gundam Pilots came dressed in black, Duo was wearing his old priests cloths. Trowa had insisted that Quatre be dressed in white despite the fact that it was his funeral. Hilde, Relena and Sally had acompanied there respective boyfriends, and Zech and Noin had come to pay there respects.
After the service Trowa entered the large sitting room that had been used. Heero, Relena and Hilde where seated at the front. Quietly discussing something, Duo was kneeling in front of the casket in prayer. Trowa quietly approched him, despite the fact that he had lived in a church and dressed like a priest Duo would never admit to actually believing in any god other than death. He looked up at Trowa when the taller man stopped beside him.
"Just making sure Solo and the other take good care of him until you get there." He said, standing up. Trowa gave him a gentle look.
"Thank you Duo, you and the others have been very patient with me." Duo returned the gently look.
"I know it's hard to loose someone you love. It's happened to me more times than I can count. If you need to talk or anything you know where I am." Trowa nodded.
"I think what I need right now is some time alone to say goodbye." Duo nodded and motioned for the others to follow as he left the room. Trowa stood silently for a second before walking over to the casket. Inside, Quatre looked as if he where sleeping and that he would wake any second. Trowa reached out and brushed back a lock of the boys blond hair.
"I'm going to miss you Quatre, a lot. I don't even know if I can continue on as Trowa with out you. I just hope you wait for me because one day I'm going to see you agian..."