Habibi sat with a now mangled pillow clamped between his miniscule jaws as Quatre and Catherine descended the stairs. Hands clasped, and cuddled togther like lovers, the reunited couple went down to receive their puppy.
"Bibi! No!" Catherine kneeled to remove the pillow and discipline the puppy. With a baleful look and a whine, he nuzzled his muzzle against her thigh. "How can I be mad at you?" Catherine swept the lanky puppy into her arms and kissed his cheek.
"Or me?" Quatre sat behind her and pulled her into his arms. Giggling, she turned and kissed his jaw. "Are you happy, Habiba?" He whispered.
"Very much." Using one of her hands she cupped his cheek and kissed him. "I love you." She finally said. Quatre froze, his arms stiff, his neck creaked as he looked into her eyes.
"You what?" He nearly choked.
"I love you." She looked into his eyes. "It scares you, doesn't it?" Rising, she turned to look down on his shocked face. "You can't love me can you?" Her voice became fainter and fainter unable to look at him, she bolted.
"Catherine, wait!" Jumping to his feet he chased her outside.
Past the pool, the garden, the boundries, and into the dunes, Catherine kept running. Her torn heart pounded within her chest as her feet sank into the sand and everything was becoming the same about her. She could barely even see the house anymore. Sinking to her knees, she let her tears fall for Quatre once more.
"Fuck!" Quatre hissed as he lost sight of Catherine. Habibi plopped next to his feet and began to gnaw on his shoelaces. "No!" Taking the dog's mouth off his shoe, he grabbed a desert pack and headed out. He had to tell her that it wasn't revulsion, but shock. He loved her, and maybe he could make her understand too.
At the shift of sand behind her, Catherine turned to see a heavily arms and shrouded man come toward her with a strange glint in his eyes and a piece of cloth stretched taut between his meaty hands. Before she could scream, it was shoved under her nose and black consumed her world.
As Quatre rose over the next sand hill, he saw what he had feared. Another note.

ok short i know and spelling is ok i guess but here's some helpful words that I've snuck in here.

Habibi- male-my dear
Habiba- female-my dear
La- no
na'am- yes
shukran- thank you

I hope u enjoy this so far, I'm trying not to destroy it. but I'm also planning on doing the other pilots' relationship. well ja net!