Title: When the Nightmares are Real
Author: Sphynx
Rating: PG now, probably worse later
Pairings: 3x4.Isn't it obvious? What do I always write about?
Author's notes: Hmm, I really should stop with the whole nightmares make
good stories. You'll learn why later *grins evilly*
Part 5
"I think I love him."
"I know you do. After what you've told me and how you sounded talking about him it's pretty obvious. Have you told him?"
"Not really. I don't want to lose him as a friend. He means too much to me."
Mrs. L.B. smiled at this. The subject of their conversation had expressed the same fears to her only a few days earlier. She knew from Quatre's story that Trowa hadn't said anything about how much he cared, but had made it pretty damn obvious to the young boy.
"He cares about you Quatre, he really cares or he wouldn't take care of you at night when you have nightmares. He'd leave you to suffer if he cared any less, he wouldn't be able to see you like that."
"He's talked to you hasn't he? 'Cause I couldn't tell you how bad they are."
"Yes he's come and talked to me." The teacher smirked as an eager expression fleeted across the boy's face. "And no, I'm not telling you what he said or what he talked about. That's between him and me. But don't think he doesn't care about you. I could have told you that he does just from what you've told me."
"Really? But what if he's not.?" Quatre let the question drop as he saw the now visible smirk on Mrs. L.B.'s face. His eyes flew open and he realized that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go and talk to Trowa. No matter how touchy the subject was.
"But what if he is? You should try asking yourself that question. You'll get a far better answer that way. But you should go ask him yourself. Everyone knows that teachers aren't supposed to know these things." She smiled sedately as she said this. Everyone knew the unspoken rule that teachers were to be told only so much, and she knew that she was stretching that rule already by listening to her students spout their problems, no matter what the problems were. But she didn't care.
Quatre smiled as she mentioned the unspoken rule. He knew that she didn't care about how students loved, only that they were happy. "I guess then that even if you did know you wouldn't tell me, right? It would make this a lot easier."
"That would be breaking the whole confidentiality thing that makes me so popular, though. I don't disclose anything you guys tell me as long as nobody is in danger. Not to anyone, even those directly involved." Quatre smiled, knowing that she would never tell anyone. Even if it meant her job, anything that a student told her was completely confidential, with few exceptions. "Thank you, I think it's time Trowa and I have a conversation. If you'll excuse me, I'll see you in class tomorrow, I guess."
"Bye Quatre, go have your talk with Trowa. You both need it." With a wave Quatre was gone, and as Mrs. L.B. watched, several thoughts ran through her head concerning those two.
"I do hope that they find their happiness." She sighed and went back to grading the tests she had been working on before Quatre's tentative knock on the door.
Part 5
"I think I love him."
"I know you do. After what you've told me and how you sounded talking about him it's pretty obvious. Have you told him?"
"Not really. I don't want to lose him as a friend. He means too much to me."
Mrs. L.B. smiled at this. The subject of their conversation had expressed the same fears to her only a few days earlier. She knew from Quatre's story that Trowa hadn't said anything about how much he cared, but had made it pretty damn obvious to the young boy.
"He cares about you Quatre, he really cares or he wouldn't take care of you at night when you have nightmares. He'd leave you to suffer if he cared any less, he wouldn't be able to see you like that."
"He's talked to you hasn't he? 'Cause I couldn't tell you how bad they are."
"Yes he's come and talked to me." The teacher smirked as an eager expression fleeted across the boy's face. "And no, I'm not telling you what he said or what he talked about. That's between him and me. But don't think he doesn't care about you. I could have told you that he does just from what you've told me."
"Really? But what if he's not.?" Quatre let the question drop as he saw the now visible smirk on Mrs. L.B.'s face. His eyes flew open and he realized that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go and talk to Trowa. No matter how touchy the subject was.
"But what if he is? You should try asking yourself that question. You'll get a far better answer that way. But you should go ask him yourself. Everyone knows that teachers aren't supposed to know these things." She smiled sedately as she said this. Everyone knew the unspoken rule that teachers were to be told only so much, and she knew that she was stretching that rule already by listening to her students spout their problems, no matter what the problems were. But she didn't care.
Quatre smiled as she mentioned the unspoken rule. He knew that she didn't care about how students loved, only that they were happy. "I guess then that even if you did know you wouldn't tell me, right? It would make this a lot easier."
"That would be breaking the whole confidentiality thing that makes me so popular, though. I don't disclose anything you guys tell me as long as nobody is in danger. Not to anyone, even those directly involved." Quatre smiled, knowing that she would never tell anyone. Even if it meant her job, anything that a student told her was completely confidential, with few exceptions. "Thank you, I think it's time Trowa and I have a conversation. If you'll excuse me, I'll see you in class tomorrow, I guess."
"Bye Quatre, go have your talk with Trowa. You both need it." With a wave Quatre was gone, and as Mrs. L.B. watched, several thoughts ran through her head concerning those two.
"I do hope that they find their happiness." She sighed and went back to grading the tests she had been working on before Quatre's tentative knock on the door.