For Rel

Note: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters.

Okay for the people that keep on asking, "How many more chapters?" My answer is: I don't know. This whole fic is being typed off the top of my head so I have no idea on how many chapters.

This wasn't the first time that Quatre had ever spoken to a girl, please, he had 29 sisters, though it was true that he had yet to speak to all of them and recall all of their names, but he couldn't help being nervous as he went up to Lynn and Adam. Through his head he ran through the likelihood that this "interrogation" could help lead them to Relena; of course, that was if the band members were willing to give him the information which he was after. A hopeless folly, but it was worth a try.

"Evening," greeted Quatre, tapping the top of the amp near Adam and Lynn to get their attention. He had it as they jerked their heads toward him in surprise. "Mind if I have a word or two with the young lady?"

The request had been directed at Adam while Quatre's eyes were on Lynn the entire time. She physically reminded him of Relena with her blond hair and blue eyes.

"I believe that whatever you have to say to Lynn you can say to me as well Mr. Winner," Adam told him with a good natured smile but his eyes plainly told Quatre that he could guess what the young representative was up to. There was also an underlining fear in the bass player's eye that caught Quatre's interest for a second before he brushed it aside.

"Adam, it's okay. Why don't you go and get me some coffee, please? I'm running a little low on a caffeine rush," Lynn suggested to him.

Reluctantly Adam compelled to her wishes and went for the coffee, leaving the guitar player and representative alone to speak with each other.

"Skip any introduction that you may have ready to say and just get on with the questioning," Lynn stated directly.

This surprised Quatre to a small extent as he nodded; no need to rush to the questioning but if she wished to just get down to it than he would. "You knew that we were going to question you?" Quatre asked first, he felt that he should know how she knew for just that one statement could mean that she was indeed Relena.

"No, I just knew you were going to come over and ask some questions about Relena, especially since I'm fairly certain that you heard that we know her," explained Lynn, shrugging lightly. "That and you walking over here gave it all away. You know, for former gundam pilots you are slightly predictable."

"How so?" questioned Quatre, quirking an eyebrow at Lynn as he crossed his arms, he felt insulted by the remark.

"Well, if you think about it, when there are three girls in the room that know Relena and keep on meeting up with Relena's old friends, then that must make you guys believe that you can get some scratch out of us. Like where Relena is for instance," sighed Lynn, speaking in a tone that made it sound so obvious.

"Where is Relena?" That had to be asked even if it was expected Quatre felt that he had to ask. "Being her friend she has probably told her or given you a clue of where she is."

"Isn't that what you people are supposed to know since you're her friends too, or does that just concern those friends of hers that you were not aware of before?" countered Lynn, becoming quite defensive against the former pilot as she crossed her arms and held a look of defiant on her face. "Well? Were you or were you not Relena's friend?"

The thought had never crossed Quatre's mind before and he had to think about it for a while in order to actually word his reply correctly. "I suppose she was my friend to an extent but it was never more than someone to offer support or advice at the meetings or before a speech. Nothing truly beyond that," he told her in a soft voice that it was almost a whisper. "Still, you have yet to answer my question."

"That's because you just answered it for me, though I was her friend she never told me where she was whenever she would call me up or e-mail me," Lynn informed Quatre and that had caught his attention greatly.

"You have spoken to her? Have you talked with her recently!" His voice and body had betrayed him by showing his eagerness all over his face and in his eyes as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"Mr. Winner, please calm yourself!" cried Lynn, making certain not to attraction to her and the young representative. She didn't need a scandal and she didn't think that Quatre wanted one either.

At last, Quatre released the girl and mumbled an apology before glancing around the room for anyone that may have noticed his impulsive action.

"I have not spoken with Relena in that last three months, but what I do know is that she was going to try to get into a college," Lynn finished explaining.

"College? Which one? Where? Why?" demanded Quatre becoming, quite frantic with the guitarist as Adam returned to them with Lynn's cup of coffee.

"Ah, thank you Adam," smiled Lynn, taking the cup and sipping it only to make a face. "Yuck! They put too many shots into this."

"Sorry but I had to explain and re-explain to the guy how you liked your coffee. Want me to go get you some sugar then?" offered Adam not even bothering to wait for an answer as he went off for some sugar.

"And some half and half please!" called out Lynn as she took another sip of the coffee. "Luh! Never could understand how you people can have coffee be so strong."

"You and Relena are the only two people that I have ever heard complain about the coffee," remarked Quatre then he realized what he had just said. "Hey…"

"Back to your questions, Mr. Winner, she never told me which college she was going to or where. If she had told me where then I would tell you, but she didn't. As for why, wouldn't you want to live at least four years of school years that were taken from you?" she asked, thinking that Quatre, being the same age as Relena, practically lived the same life-style so he would understand Relena's wishes.

"I never went to a real school save for a private school until I was ten, than I was home schooled. I do not understand that desire to live through school years," replied the representative.

"It's not about living those lost years, it's about living what she has left of her school years as a 19 year old until she is about 23 years old. She wants to have fun with people her age, without the bodyguards and security, without having to worry about her life being danger, being able to go out with her friends without some person doing complete background checks on everyone she's friends with and where she goes. Those small things of freedom can become important to someone who once had them but had them taken away," Lynn was close to yelling and it was attracting attention.

"Lower your voice Ms. Voc, I did not mean for you to get defensive about this conversation," whispered Quatre when he could finally speak.

"Don't you mean interrogation?" smirked Lynn, knowing the translations of his words.

"Call it what you will but I did not mean for you to attract unwanted attention to us," stated Quatre, gesturing with his eyes to a few of the older and nosier representatives that still had their eyes on the two.

"I see what you mean and I am sorry, but Relena has her reasons for running away without telling anyone," muttered Lynn, turning her gaze to her coffee. Tugging some of her hair behind her ear, Lynn asked, "Why do you seek Relena, Mr. Winner?"

"I wish to see her again, even if it meant that I would have to let her ago again." While saying this Quatre didn't know that he had tilted his head to the ground, but he knew that he was staring at his well polished shoes when he answered.

At this, Lynn leaned forward tauntingly and breathed softly in his ear, so soft that it felt like a soft breeze had passed by him. He barely even heard her, but he did remember the face he made as his reaction. It was one of shock. She had figured him out just by his words whereas Relena never had figured it out.

"I'll be certain to tell her to meet you if she calls anytime soon, as long as you don't tell the others I told you so," promised Lynn, giving Quatre a quick peck on the cheek before running off to Adam with her coffee in hand.

Having been left with nothing to do and stuck in thought, Quatre headed toward the table which Trowa occupied and where Salimar was leaving. It was hard to see if Trowa got any useful information from the pianist, but what Quatre feared was that she was another dead end. All he could hope for was that Heero and Sylvia were having better luck.

"Quatre," acknowledged Trowa as the representative took a seat next to his bodyguard. "How did it go?"

"Not good," sighed the former Sandrock pilot, putting his head in his hands. "I rather not talk of it right now."

"Understood," approved Trowa, eyeing Quatre with a slight tint of concern in his emerald eyes. He was worried for his former comrade of sorts. Rather then pressing the issue, Trowa remained silent and waited for Heero and Sylvia to join them at the table so the group could share information.