"Trowa!" The political icon, Relena Dorlain burst through the doors several hours later. Her hair was a mess, her make up removed due to crying, and her clothes rumpled from the flight. Quatre stepped forward to escourt Relena back. "Where is he?" Her eyes were glassy and distraught.
"This way, you must be quiet when we get in there. He hasn't awaken yet, but you never know." He gave her an encouraging smile. She nodded biting at her bottom lip.
"Of course. How Cathy?" Quatre sighed loudly.
"Asleep, and almost going mad. This is twice for her now. But I'm here for her." He smiled and opened a large oak door that lead to the immaculate room that Trowa was preciding in. The crisp linens, and open window was a fresh awakening. Relena walked over to the bed and crawled on, making sure she didn't hit a cord or tube, she cuddled up to Trowa and cried silently.
Quatre had shut the door and shook his head. He started back toward Catherine and his room. He opened the door to see her laying on her side facing the door. Even in sleep she mourned. Tears crept down her face as she whimpered in sleep. In a long, thin, cotton gown, she was curled up under the sheets. With a knee on the bed, Quatre took off his belt and watch, and crawled up beside Catherine. Pulling her sleeping form to him, he rubbed circles and patterns on her back till the crying was assuaged. He rolled onto his back so she lay on top of him. Her face buried in the crook of his neck and her hands lay pressed against his chest as she slept. Her legs were tangled with his. He toed off his loafers and tried to take off his socks in the same manner but only ended up getting the fabric stuck inbetween his toes. Pressing his lips to her temple, he closed his eyes and rocked her in sleep.
"Lena?" The scratchy groggy voice, of Trowa awoke Relena from her snooze. She popped up to see the squinting eyes of her lover.
"Trowa? Oh thank God you're alright!" She began crying as she hugged him around the chest. He groaned and reached his arms up to wrap around her.
"I'm thirsty." He wheezed out. Relena 'oh'ed and slid off the bed to fill a glass with water from the pitcher that was sitting beside the bed. Careful of the stitches along the back of his head, she tilted his head forward to let him drink. He took a few sips and groaned as he was settled back down. "What hit me?" He groaned lifting a hand to his head.
"I don't know, all Quatre told me was that you were hurt." Relena's eyes were teary again.
"Don't cry, angel. I'll make it." He smiled then it faded into a grimace. "Go and get Quatre and Cathy, could you?" He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Ok." She rose and stepped out toward the rooms. Rashid was pacing and mumbling under his breath. "Rashid?" She asked reaching out to touch his shoulder. He seemed to come back from where he was and looked at her like she had appeared out of thin air.
"Miss Relelna! How may I help you?" His eyes seemed a bit ragged as he asked.
"Where is Quatre? Trowa has awoken."
"He's in his room with Miss. Catherine." He gave a faint smile as he scuttled off.
"Strange." Relena frowned and walked toward the room where Quatre stayed. She turned the knob and pushed the door open to see the sweet scene infront of her.
Catherine and Quatre sat against the headboard cuddling. Catherine sat across his lap and played with the buttons on his shirt as he held her hands. The sun was filtering through the blinds leaving a striped look on the satin sheets. She in her gown and her toes peeking out as she curled her legs under her. Quatre would give her a lazy kiss once so often and she would giggle.
"Ahem." Relena coughed and got the attention of her friends. Their heads snapped up and their cheeks were splashed with a ruddy stain. "Trowa's awake now." Relena smiled as Catherine slid off of Quatre slowly, and how Quatre rolled over onto his stomach quickly and grabbed a pillow to grip. Chuckling to herself, she shut the door.
"We'll be out in a second!" Catherine called after Relena. Opening her drawers, she pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and a loose tank top. Quatre eased up, even though he was practically pitchign a tent in his pants and waddled into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. Once he returned, Catherine was dressed and holding out a hand for him to take.
"Let's go see how your brother is doing." He smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Enjoy our nap?" He winked.
"Very much. And yet we are still virtuous people!" She laughed and opened the door. Rashid stood beside the door looking pale under neath his tanned skin.
"Master Quatre, I need to speak to you after you visit Mr. Trowa." He gulped. "Alone." Quatre furrowed his brow and nodded.
"Alright. Meet me in the study in, oh a half an hour?" Rashid nodded and set off briskly.
"What's wrong with Rashid?" Catherine asked.
"I don't know." Ushering her to the room where Trowa lay, he pondered what was wrong.
Rashid sat in the study with a small briefcase in his hands. His 6'8" frame was folded into one of the overstuffed chairs. he opened the briefcase and looked at its contents. A syringe, a manilla folder with photos, a tape, and map. Shutting it, he sighed. If he was killed after betreying his Master's trust, it wouldn't matter except he would never get to be with lovely Iria again.
"This way, you must be quiet when we get in there. He hasn't awaken yet, but you never know." He gave her an encouraging smile. She nodded biting at her bottom lip.
"Of course. How Cathy?" Quatre sighed loudly.
"Asleep, and almost going mad. This is twice for her now. But I'm here for her." He smiled and opened a large oak door that lead to the immaculate room that Trowa was preciding in. The crisp linens, and open window was a fresh awakening. Relena walked over to the bed and crawled on, making sure she didn't hit a cord or tube, she cuddled up to Trowa and cried silently.
Quatre had shut the door and shook his head. He started back toward Catherine and his room. He opened the door to see her laying on her side facing the door. Even in sleep she mourned. Tears crept down her face as she whimpered in sleep. In a long, thin, cotton gown, she was curled up under the sheets. With a knee on the bed, Quatre took off his belt and watch, and crawled up beside Catherine. Pulling her sleeping form to him, he rubbed circles and patterns on her back till the crying was assuaged. He rolled onto his back so she lay on top of him. Her face buried in the crook of his neck and her hands lay pressed against his chest as she slept. Her legs were tangled with his. He toed off his loafers and tried to take off his socks in the same manner but only ended up getting the fabric stuck inbetween his toes. Pressing his lips to her temple, he closed his eyes and rocked her in sleep.
"Lena?" The scratchy groggy voice, of Trowa awoke Relena from her snooze. She popped up to see the squinting eyes of her lover.
"Trowa? Oh thank God you're alright!" She began crying as she hugged him around the chest. He groaned and reached his arms up to wrap around her.
"I'm thirsty." He wheezed out. Relena 'oh'ed and slid off the bed to fill a glass with water from the pitcher that was sitting beside the bed. Careful of the stitches along the back of his head, she tilted his head forward to let him drink. He took a few sips and groaned as he was settled back down. "What hit me?" He groaned lifting a hand to his head.
"I don't know, all Quatre told me was that you were hurt." Relena's eyes were teary again.
"Don't cry, angel. I'll make it." He smiled then it faded into a grimace. "Go and get Quatre and Cathy, could you?" He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Ok." She rose and stepped out toward the rooms. Rashid was pacing and mumbling under his breath. "Rashid?" She asked reaching out to touch his shoulder. He seemed to come back from where he was and looked at her like she had appeared out of thin air.
"Miss Relelna! How may I help you?" His eyes seemed a bit ragged as he asked.
"Where is Quatre? Trowa has awoken."
"He's in his room with Miss. Catherine." He gave a faint smile as he scuttled off.
"Strange." Relena frowned and walked toward the room where Quatre stayed. She turned the knob and pushed the door open to see the sweet scene infront of her.
Catherine and Quatre sat against the headboard cuddling. Catherine sat across his lap and played with the buttons on his shirt as he held her hands. The sun was filtering through the blinds leaving a striped look on the satin sheets. She in her gown and her toes peeking out as she curled her legs under her. Quatre would give her a lazy kiss once so often and she would giggle.
"Ahem." Relena coughed and got the attention of her friends. Their heads snapped up and their cheeks were splashed with a ruddy stain. "Trowa's awake now." Relena smiled as Catherine slid off of Quatre slowly, and how Quatre rolled over onto his stomach quickly and grabbed a pillow to grip. Chuckling to herself, she shut the door.
"We'll be out in a second!" Catherine called after Relena. Opening her drawers, she pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and a loose tank top. Quatre eased up, even though he was practically pitchign a tent in his pants and waddled into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. Once he returned, Catherine was dressed and holding out a hand for him to take.
"Let's go see how your brother is doing." He smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Enjoy our nap?" He winked.
"Very much. And yet we are still virtuous people!" She laughed and opened the door. Rashid stood beside the door looking pale under neath his tanned skin.
"Master Quatre, I need to speak to you after you visit Mr. Trowa." He gulped. "Alone." Quatre furrowed his brow and nodded.
"Alright. Meet me in the study in, oh a half an hour?" Rashid nodded and set off briskly.
"What's wrong with Rashid?" Catherine asked.
"I don't know." Ushering her to the room where Trowa lay, he pondered what was wrong.
Rashid sat in the study with a small briefcase in his hands. His 6'8" frame was folded into one of the overstuffed chairs. he opened the briefcase and looked at its contents. A syringe, a manilla folder with photos, a tape, and map. Shutting it, he sighed. If he was killed after betreying his Master's trust, it wouldn't matter except he would never get to be with lovely Iria again.
