Rebellion

By: Gypsy Tollamer

            Quatre felt the arm on his shoulder and was spun around. His heart hit his throat expecting to see his father or an SS soldier. He let his breath out when he saw Pheobe and Iria.

            "What the hell do you think your doing?" Iria asked. She pulled Quatre into his room and Pheobe shut the doors and locked them. Iria looked a little angry but when Quatre saw Pheobe all he saw was fear in her eyes.

            "I just went out." Quatre said. "I don't like being held up in here."

            "Quatre, I heard you!" she yelled. She sat him down on his bed and walked to the other side of the room. "I heard you and Hilde talking! Do you know what could happen to her if she's found out? And what will happen to us?"

            "Of course he does!!" Pheobe yelled back. "Look at him, Iria. Quatre's not stupid. He's grown up, right under our eyes."

            "How long have you known?" Iria asked sitting on the bed when he did.

            "I helped get her hired. I helped get her out." Quatre said.

            "Out of the ghetto? Hilde's a jew?" Pheobe asked. Quatre nodded slowly.

            "I had to help, you don't know how bad it is for them." He said. "I had to help, I'd hate myself if I didn't help them. They're my friends."

            "How did you know them?" Iria asked.

            "Heero was one of the jewish boys that Father Stuart helped hide at the school. We roomed together, he's planning on marrying Hilde. Through him I met her and everyone else." He said.

            "I can't believe this. Quatre you're going to get us all killed." Iria said. She burst out into tears and turned to the door. "You can never help them again, you understand? They're just jews." She then opened the door and left. Pheobe was quiet and watched her little brother's lip quiver.

            "It'll be alright, I'll help you." She said quietly.

            Quatre turned to look at her. Pheobe was always the quiet one, the one who always did as she was told. He never would have suspected her to want to help him break the law.

            "But why?" Quatre asked.

            "Because, I need to. They're people and I need to help them. Just like you do." She said. "What do we need to do?"

            "I've got to meet someone at 10 tomorrow. Can you cover for me?" he asked. "Make sure Iria and father don't find out."

            "Of course. Can I come too?" she asked.

            "No, I have to go alone." He said holding her close. "I have to tell you something."

            Pheobe listened as Quatre told her everything.. About the resistance, about Trowa and about being gay.. She just sat there and listened. And for Quatre that was more then enough.

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            The next night Quatre slipped down the ladder that Pheobe had conveniently left near his balcony. He climbed down it quickly and then put on his gloves and fedora. He slipped his hand inside his pocket to make sure he hadn't forgetten the flask, his gun or Hilde's letter to Heero. He slipped down the streets silently and quickly. Quatre fought to urge to whimper at the site that layed in the street in front of him. The SS men were in the streets. They were roughly handling two children as they openly executed their parents in the street. Quatre ducked behind an ally wall and covered his ears but he could still here the guns being fired and the children's cries. He got up and walked down the dark street toward the alley where Trowa was supposed to meet him. He got there in a few minutes and even from there he could still hearing those children crying. On empty streets in the middle of the night sound traveled a long way. He stepped into the alley and saw Trowa crouched on top of crates peeking over the alley wall into the main street where that terrible thing had just happened.

            "Trowa." Quatre whispered.

            Trowa turned around quickly and Quatre saw the gun in his hand. He held up on finger to his lips and Quatre silently got up on the crates. Quatre didn't want to but he couldn't help himself from looking over that wall. Quatre's stomach lurched. Not only were the parents now dead but the soldiers were in the process of molesting the two girls. One girl that couldn't have been over the age of 12 was crying for her papa as the soldier was putting his hand up her dress. Quatre felt his hand going to his gun.

            "Trowa we have to do something." Quatre whispered. Trowa looked at him and nodded. He picked up a rock and flung it across the street. The two soldiers looked up from the two girls who were laying almost nude on the cobblestones. Quatre then aimed with Trowa in unison and fired three bullets into the older man's head. Trowa then jumped off the wall and ran to the girls. Quatre could hear footsteps. Trowa picked up one of the girls and pulled the other to her feet they ran to the alley and Quatre pulled the oldest one up and helped Trowa up the wall… They then pulled them down behind the crates and into the hole that had been blasted out to hide them.

            The youngest one began to cry again and Quatre covered her mouth with his hand to silence her..

            "Hush now" Trowa whispered. "We have to be very quiet." They heard the soldiers come up and start yelling. The little girl shivered in Trowa's arms and he wrapped her inside his coat. The four waited in complete silence for who knows how long until it seemed the soldiers were fed up with searching for them.

            "Okay.. we can whisper now but I don't recommend moving for a while." Trowa said. 'WE can use this time to figure out what we're going to do."

            "Who are you?" the girl in Trowa's arms asked.

            "I'm Quatre and this is Trowa. We're here to help you." He said.

            "I'm Anya and she's my little sister; Kitka." She said.

            Kitka shifted in Quatre's arms uncomfortably.

            "Why did they do that to mama and papa? We didn't do anything wrong." She whispered the tears pouring down her cheeks. "Why did they hurt us."

            "I don't know." Trowa said. "We're sorry we couldn't save your parents." Kitka just turned away from them and stared at the walls crying.
            "She knows." Anya said.

            "I'm sorry about tonight." Trowa said to Quatre.

            "This was more important." Quatre said leaning his head against Trowa's shoulder.

            "I love you." Trowa whispered kissing Quatre's forhead.

            "I know." He said cuddling closer into him. Kitka whimpered again. "Where are we going to hide them?"

            "I don't know… I could take them back to the ghetto with me, but I don't want to. What if someone notices two extra children?" he said.

            'I'll take them with me." Quatre said.

            "Now way, there's too many people in your house." Trowa said.

            "Pheobe and Iria know about us now. We can hide them in her room or in Hilde's." he said. "It's safer then the ghetto. Tomorrow I'll go to Treize's tomorrow and get some papers drawn up for them. After that we can get them on a train to Sweden or something."

            "Your sisters won't tell?" he asked.

            "I know phoebe won't and I know she'll kick Iria's ass before letting her squeal." Quatre said. "Trust me."

            "Okay." Trowa said. "Let's go. I help you get them there."

            "But it's almost morning." He hissed. "I can get them on my own."

            "Not on your life, kiddo." He said. Trowa then kicked the crate over and the four of them stood up. Trowa peeked over the wall and saw that the girl's parent's bodies were still laying in the snow. A glint of gold caught his eye and he hopped over the wall.

            "Trowa!" he hissed. "What are you doing?" Quatre looked over the wall and he watched as Trowa went through the dead couples pockets. He also removed any jewelry they had on. Trowa then ran and hopped back over the wall. He knelt down by Anya.

            "You should have these." He said putting them in to her pocket. She smiled and nodded and the four ran out of the alley toward Quatre's house.

            Quatre slipped in between the bars at the back of his backyard. Trowa was just staring up along with the girls.

            "You live here?" he asked.

            "Unfortunately." Quatre said picking up Anya and helping her through the bars. He did the same with Kitka and then Trowa slipped through. They ran past the dying shrubbery and then ran up to the balcony where the ladder was. The two girls started to climb up and Trowa went o hug Quatre. Then Trowa looked up at the sky.

            "Damn…." He said. "It's past seven."

            "You can't leave now. You'll get caught for sure." Quatre said. He then grabbed Trowa's hadn and pushed him up with ladder. The two girls were now almost to the top. He saw Pheobe come out on to the balcony. She grabbed Anya and lifted her over the railing. She then did the same with Kitka. Trowa hopped over and Quatre did the same.

            "You were gone so long." She said. "And what's going on?."

            "I'll explain, we've got to get inside." Quatre said pushing them into his bedroom. They all froze when the door creaked open but they exhaled when Hilde entered.

            "Trowa." She said going up to hug him. "What are you doing here?"

            "We had to hide out for a few hours by the time I came to help Quatre with the kids. But I didn't realize it was so late. If I go out now I'm as good as dead." He said. Quatre pulled up the ladder and he and Hilde shoved it underneath his bed.

            "We have to work quickly…" Hilde said. "We can hide the girls up in the attic. There are clothes and toys and your sisters old things up there."

            "Right." Pheobe said. "But what about Trowa?"

            "Get the girls up there first." Trowa said. Pheobe and Hilde nodded and grabbed the girl's hands. They left and Trowa looked at Quatre who was taking off his coat.

            "Where are you going to hide me?" he asked.

            "Well there's the closet and my private bathroom. Father or any of the servants would never dream of invading my privacy." He said stepping closer to Trowa. Quatre looked up at Trowa's beautiful face and sighed. This moment would have seemed so perfect had it not been for that nagging feeling in the back of his head. He was always afraid and it would never go away… Never. He put his hand to the back of Trowa's head and pulled the jewish boys lips to his own. Trowa stiffened for a brief moment before relaxing again…. The door opened and Pheobe walked smack dab into their dream.

            "Quatre!" she yelped… "Hide him, now!"

            Quatre opened up his incredibly large closet and Trowa ran into it… Pheobe handed him a pillow and a blanket..

            "Get some sleep love. I'll bring you something to eat as soon as breakfast is over." He kissed Trowa on the lips and shut the door.

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End of Part 3