Mel: Okay, I know this is short… but I suck at writing these slow parts… as soon as I get past this bit of setup, I should be able to get things out a little bit faster…..

Tsuru: *walks past door* Mel, what on earth are you doing?

Mel: I'm trying to write. *glares at Tsuru* And what have you been doing?

Tsuru: *blushes*

Mel: *pales* Scratch that… I don't want to know….

Legal Crap: See the last few chapters

Warnings: This is a sad excuse for a chapter. Someone needs to help me get past the slow part! I'll be willing to let some of you in on the next few parts if you'll help! *eyes twinkle* Onegai?

Mel: Now, on with this little blurb!

Duo is sick, chapter 6

Quatre woke up in his cold room, and wrapped the blankets around himself tighter. He hated being cold, especially when he was trying to sleep. After a few minutes of hopeless tossing and turning, Quatre turned to look at the clock. "5:20… I guess it wouldn't hurt to be up a little early…." So saying, Quatre slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweater, then headed downstairs to get something to eat.

"Quatre?" Quatre turned to see who had called him, and saw Kate at the top of the steps.

"Good morning Kate. How are you feeling?" Kate closed her eyes and wavered on her feet. "Kate?" The small girl put her hand against the wall, and began to lean against it.

"I…M-my head….. hurts…." Quatre raced up the steps and picked up the small girl. She held on to him weakly. Quatre's eyes widened as he felt something shoot through his mind. For some reason he knew that Kate was diabetic, and that she had taken too much insulin.

"Hang on Kate. I'll get you something to eat." Quatre raced into the kitchen, and pulled a glass down from the cabinet. He opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, then poured it into the glass. "Drink this." Kate wrapped her shaking hands around the glass, and took a sip. More of the orange juice had splashed out of her glass than had gotten into her mouth. Quatre reached out and held the glass for her while she drank the rest.

"Th-thank you…" Kate smiled slightly, and leaned her head against Quatre. "I feel a little better now…" Quatre simply held on to the girl, and waited for the sugar to kick in. He was going to have to call Sally again. Maybe she could bring them some insulin for the girl.

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Trowa gently slid off of the couch, and walked into the kitchen. Quatre was sitting in a chair holding Kate on his lap. His head was slightly bowed, and his breathing was slow. Trowa chuckled to himself. He had fallen asleep. He decided that if Quatre were to sleep too long in that position, he would get stiff, so Trowa placed his hand on the shoulder of the blond Arab, and gently shook him awake.

"Hmm? Trowa?" Quatre looked up, then down at Kate. "I fell asleep, didn't I?" Trowa smiled, then ran his fingers along Kate's forehead.

"Yes, but you weren't the only one." Quatre nodded slightly, then put his fingers to the girls wrist. "Is something wrong?" Quatre smiled, then looked up at Trowa.

"No, she's perfectly fine. Just asleep." Trowa opened his mouth to ask a question, but Quatre answered it before it could leave his lips. "She's a diabetic, and she had an overdose of insulin. That's why I came down here." Kate stirred slightly, then opened her eyes.

"Trowa, you shouldn't be up! Go back to bed!" Quatre laughed at Kate's demanding air, then slid his arms off of her so she could get up.

"I promise I won't do anything I can't handle, okay?" Kate considered this, then nodded.

"Alright, but I'm going to keep an eye on you, just to be sure." Quatre laughed, and shook his head. Kate smiled, and slipped upstairs.

"Where are you going? I thought you were going to keep an eye on me?" Kate didn't even turn around to answer Trowa's question.

"Don't worry. I will. You never know when I'm watching, so don't think you can try to pull a Heero." Quatre laughed again at the young girl. He had become very attached to her.

"Why don't you go finish your nap. You still look a little tired." Quatre smiled politely, then nodded.

"That's a good idea. I'll be down a little later." Quatre began to climb the stairs back up to his room.

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Wufei sat down on his bed, and stared at the wall. He was becoming very angry with himself that he couldn't figure out what these people wanted with him. Why were they treating him like a guest? More importantly, why did they have gundams?

The Chinese boy flopped backwards and put his arms out to either side of him. 'I need to get out of here.'

Steal a gundam.

The words were whispered in the back of his mind. He had concidered this option breifly while standing in front of Ukiyo. 'I refuse to steal. I have more honor than that.'

Would you rather be humiliated as a prisoner?

He closed his eyes and began to fall asleep. 'Something's not right…'

They have no one guarding you. All you have to do is make it past Himitsu in the morning, and you're home free.

Wufei drifted off into a light sleep. 'No guards…. I don't like this'

Freedom. Escape.

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Quatre paused on the way to his room. Heero's laptop had caught his eyes. It had been left open, and was now blinking with a new mission. Quatre walked into the room to read it. They were supposed to break into a newly formed colony and dispose of it. Apparently, the new colony was built to house new weaponry, and would be used in the future as a research center.

Quatre sighed, then opened up the e-mail program. He typed up a reply that was supposedly from Heero, saying that they were unable to complete this mission, and would most likely be out of commission for a week.

"Gomen Heero." There was no way Heero, Duo, or Trowa could pilot their gundams in their current conditions. They needed time to heal first. Though they probably needed at least a month, Quatre would be lucky if he could keep Heero off of missions for two days. A week was the most he could ask.

No longer tired, Quatre went back downstairs to eat.

To be continued?

Mel: I honestly have been working on this… I just don't know how to write the connecting part….

Tsuru: *yawns*

Mel: *glares at Tsuru* And as you can see, my muse hasn't been helping.

Tsuru: Get Naki to help.

Mel: *nods head in direction of the bed* She's hit a sugar crash…

Naki: ~_~ Zzzzzz….

Mel: So… if anyone would be willing to help me, e-mail me at tigger88mw@aol.com Kay?

Tsuru: *leaves room*

Mel: Onegai?