The statement had quite an effect. Just about everyone started talking at once.

"Why would you do that?"~~ "We never asked for your help!"~~ "That was extremely foolish of you."~~ "I don't need help fighting from people like you."

Quatre was shocked at the knowledge, but he was more shocked to realize that on some level he already knew they helped them. Still, it did sting his pride a bit that two young girls helped him during the war. Psionics aside they were still little girls, and he was a very well trained soldier. Okay a very young soldier, but that wasn't the point.

"Oh would you all just shut up!?" Shelby yelled over everyone vocally and mentally. "Just stuff the wounded egos. We didn't fight for you. We just tipped the scales to keep you alive."

Heero angled his patented death glare at Shelby. "Just what do you mean you kept us alive?" his tone was dangerously low.

Shelby returned his glare with one of contempt as if daring Heero to try something. "Did you really believe you could just detonate your gundam, fly hundreds of meters through the air with about twenty thousand pieces of shrapnel, and only come out with a few bumps and bruises? You would have been paste when you landed if it weren't for me!" Relena gasped at the thought of how close Heero had come to dying.

"He had considerably more than just a few bumps and bruises." Interrupted Trowa.

"That's because the strain made her pass out." answered Anna. " The effort of slowing his descent and keeping him from being ripped to shreds was too much for her. She passed out while he was still several meters from the ground. If you think back I'm sure you'll remember his injuries were consistent with such a fall, and not the much more dangerous one you saw."   

Trowa nodded his confirmation of these facts. Shelby looked embarrassed. As if passing out was a personal insult to her.

"At least I showed some improvement by the time the Vayeate exploded. I was able to shield you, plus give you a good push towards the transport that found you. Quit growling at me Heero. You lived, and now you have the complete devotion of the woman you love. Deal with it."

"So it was you who let me out when Sandrock detonated." Quatre asked rhetorically. He couldn't help feel a strangely disappointed.

Shelby didn't respond to his question. She was staring at her plate as if it were suddenly very fascinating. Anna too was looking down biting her lip again. Quatre found the nervous habit gave her a sweet vulnerable look. He'd almost managed to control his overwhelming lust for her, but little things like this habit made him want to lick every inch of her body. Slowly.

Anna took a very long time to answer. When she finally did, it was obvious to everyone at the table that she was uncomfortable with the answer.

"No I did that. I don't have much telekinetic ability, but I did have enough to override the door and save you." She immediately got up and started to collect dishes from the table. Her audience save Shelby was puzzled by her discomfort.

Quatre sat watching her for about forty-five seconds then his mind exploded with realization.   

"Sandrock!" he yelled at her.

The dishes Anna was holding slipped from her hands. They would have smashed if Shelby hadn't caught them.  He jumped up from the table so fast he smacked his hip on the edge. He ignored the pain. Nothing was going to keep him from the truth he was sure he knew.   

He gripped her arms hard enough to make her hiss forcing her to look at him.

"Sandrock, it's you isn't it? It's you in there."

"Yes Quatre it's me. I'm Sandrock." Anna opened up a little of her mind as she said it.