Disclaimer: If I actually owned Gundam Wing instead of whoever does own GW….you can imagine the chaos. Besides I'd have enough money to create my Gundam…More chaos….but as you can clearly see, I don't own Gundam wing, so no chaos, but I still get to manipulate the characters. (Life is good)

AN: That was an icky disclaimer. I'm ashamed of myself. And I'm sorry for the long wait. But…um…..yeah….And now for something completely different. (Don't own that either, just in case there are any extremely mean lawyers in the audience.) Yeah, I'm going to stop now.

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L4, the richest colony cluster in the universe all thanks to one name. Winner.

Dorothy looked around the grounds, which after the three hours it took to get set-up were looking like the beautiful circus atmosphere of the early 21st century. She smiled as the artificial sunlight dimmed down, and the lights on the trailers and the tents turned on. It had been Cathy's idea, that since last time they visited this particular colony they had a somewhat poor turnout that this time they make a flashy entrance.

Dorothy turned to go back to her trailer, but needed just one more peek at the giant mansion that belonged to Quatre. She was finally getting to see Quatre yet her heart felt like lead, like this wasn't what she'd been wanting to do for months. "I'm probably just nervous." She said before heading toward her home. "Yeah right."

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As it grew later and later, the grounds also became quieter and quieter as performers went to bed to rest up. It was almost completely silent save for the sounds of one frustrated man's fists against the punching bag that night. Trowa paused for a moment, taking a moment to rest and realize that it was now dark and he had to have been beating the damn bag for at least two hours. He sat down and grabbed the shirt that he had gotten rid of some time ago and held it for awhile. Why was he so upset? Why did he get that sudden urge to beat something watching Dorothy send wistful glances toward Quatre's mansion? Why the hell was he so…

He was jealous. He knew it. Deep down inside, he knew that he was as green as an apple. But why not? It wasn't really worth pretending. He was honestly falling for Dorothy. Trowa smirked, it wasn't like she was hard to fall for. Something like the way she could be so mean to him, then see Aislinn and be so sincerely sweet.  It was in the way she worked so genuinely hard, then pretended like she didn't like it, just for him. How she was always so beautiful, so impossibly lovely. It was, perhaps, mostly that she liked to pretend and be real at the same time. How she just was every contradiction. How she made him want to be more…How…

He hit the bag. What did it matter? How many more times did he have to be reminded that love needed two willing people. He hit the bag again. And again. And again. And soon he was back to beating away the remnants of all his pain. Trying to forget why there was only one willing person falling, and no one to catch.

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"Hello? Earth to Trowa? Come on you'll freak out Quatre's butler if don't blink."

"Excuse me?" Trowa shook his head and turned toward the run-away politician.

"You weren't moving…At all. I mean, I understand that you do stuff like that, but I don't want you scaring off whatever help Quatre has guarding the door," Dorothy said smiling; Trowa however didn't believe it for a moment. Her hands were barely, just barely shaking.

He took her hands in his with mixed feelings and whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, it's only Quatre."

Trowa mentally snorted. Nervous of seeing Quatre; what a bunch of crap. She'd never been nervous when it came to stuff with him. Nope, Dorothy was more violent than anything. Maybe if he let Dorothy run him through with a fencing foil she'd be the little sweet and innocent girl next to him. Trowa could feel himself smiling, 'Dorothy is only acting like this because she feels bad for hurting Quatre. Nothing more,' he told himself.

The door opened and a large burly man opened the door and broke into a large grin. "Master Trowa, Mistress Dorothy. Quatre has been waiting for you. Come on inside," Rashid said pushing the grand door open all the way so the two could step through.

The mansion had not changed, save the few priceless works of are that had been replaced with other priceless works of art. Trowa smiled at that. Nothing in the Winner mansion was anything but state of the art, or priceless.

Quatre was just around the corner smiling that innocent smile of his that Trowa was making Dorothy heart race as she practically flew into his arms. Trowa leaned against the wall and watched as his girl hugged Quatre tight. It was absolutely disgusting. And it was going to be a long day.

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Trowa yawned, then clapped belatedly for Quatre's newest masterpiece. Two hours. He had just spent two whole hours with Dorothy, and her god of the universe, Quatre.  It was getting really, really nauseating.

It was time to take action. "Quatre, I'm not feeling well. Please excuse, I think I'm going to go walk home."

As Quatre immediately began to insist that he provide a driver, Dorothy looked at him. He looked perfect, he had no tone in his voice other than the norm, and that was the most pathetic excuse she had ever heard. Not only did it sound completely forced, and doubly fake, it left absolutely no room for argument. Like he was reading a statistic.

Trowa also politely refused. "Thank you, but the fresh air would be good." Which no sick person would willing do. Amendment, she thought, no intelligent, honestly sick person would willing do.

He silently got up and walked out of the music room. Why on earth would he be desperate enough to want to run out on his best friend.

"I feel really bad about letting him walk home but..." he gave he little laugh, "You know Trowa."

She nodded, "Once he sets his mind on something, there's absolutely nothing that will change it. He'll probably be fine. We're not too far, and he probably just misses the lions."

"That's him alright. Oh! Dorothy, before I forget, there's something I'd like to ask you…"

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I know long time no finally. My humblest apologies, (please don't hurt me). It's been a really busy year, ok, and a certain muse,*coughs* Chibi-M-Chan *end cough* wasn't exactly helping. I know it's a short chapter, but this was kinda a teaser chapter, plus I was running over a rather dry spot. Don't worry, next chapter, which is already started I might add, is going to be lots and lots of fun. Trowa + secret magic ingredient (I'm sure you can guess) = Fun for silly Authoress.

Love you all lots and lots. (thanks for waiting! Cookies for everyone!)