A/N: First of all, thank you to all reviewers, I'm happy to see some familiar names there…that means that some people have decided to stay faithful to the story and, hopefully, they will read it till the end...That makes me incredibly happy and motivated to finish it as soon as I can... What takes me to the second point, I'm so sorry I have not updated in ages, I had been visiting my parents in Barcelona and as soon as I got back home I got one of my bronchitis so I've been too sick to get anywhere near the computer…anyway, I'm almost recovered now so I will update with my usual rhythm now…thanks for the patience.

Chapter Four

Relena turned around astonished. She would have been less shocked if Heero had presented himself with an axe stuck in his head.

"Excuse me?" Relena said finally finding her voice.

"You heard me" replied Heero not changing his tone of voice one bit.

"Well…yes, but…why?" stuttered Relena hiding her face from his cold blue stare.

"I want to know if there is any specific reason…" replied Heero with his usual logic.

Relena was fervently trying to build up a sentence that would make sense. Heero had made huge progresses with his therapy but, honestly, Relena did not think he had gone that far…She was about to reply something sensible when Heero, getting closer to her lifted her face so she was forced to look up at him.

"Why don't you answer to me?" asked Heero looking at her coldly.

The blond girl was almost scared. How Heero could have this kind of conversation keeping so cold, she would never know. She discarded her sensible arguments and just accepted the truth:

"I don't know what to say…I don't know…".

"Well. I have made up an opinion of mine…." Replied Heero.

"And what is that?" asked Relena thinking if he had realised his hand was still holding her head.

"I think that you are disgusted of the idea…" replied Heero plainly.

Relena's shock was growing out of measure. Disgusted? Her? Why? There were so many questions coming into her head that she felt almost hysterical. She would have laughed had it not been because Heero's eyes, cold and serious, were locked on with hers.

"Heero…I have no idea where you got that idea from…Honestly. I am not disgusted of you in the slightest…I just…" said Relena interrupting herself not wanting to admit what caused her so much pain. The fact that she thought that the new Heero was as much interested about lovemaking as the old one and that the brief episode they had shared was an isolated case.

"Just what?" insisted Heero.

"I thought you did not want to…" there, she had finally said it. Relena pushed Heero's hand away and, free from his grasp just took a couple of steps back only to find one of the balcony's columns.

Not hearing anything, she just stood there thinking that she had been right all this time and, he did not want to make love. Relena was expecting to leave when she felt two arms surrounding her and lifting her from the floor.

"Heero?" asked Relena seeing that the man had every intention of carrying her somewhere.

"Heero? Where are you taking me?" Relena insisted not getting an answer to her previous question.

"I'm taking you to bed. With me. Is that a problem?" asked Heero still carrying her.

Relena was so astonished that she only managed to shake her head.

"Good" replied Heero.

"Trowa? Were you sleeping?" asked Quatre.

"Well, yes Quatre…" replied the Trowa stating the obvious since he was still in his pyjamas having been awaken by the buzz of the videocom.

"I'm sorry…isn't it early to go to bed? Is just four pm…" commented Quatre.

"Quatre, as much as I enjoy our chitchats, I don't think you're my wake up call…are you? In any case I happen to be sleeping now because we have three shows tonight and I need the rest…" said Trowa yawning trying not to appear as irritated as he was.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I better let you sleep then…" said Quatre.

"Doesn't matter…now I'm awake…what's up? I thought we had sorted everything this morning…" said Trowa patiently sitting on a chair next to the videocom screen.

"Well…I actually have to thank you for the advise…Dorothy and I are going out tonight for dinner…I think we have finally made clear each other feelings…" explained the blond man.

"I'm happy for you man…but, I really hope this is not why you're calling me…" said Trowa still yawning.

"No, it is not. Is just that Dorothy has told me that you are looking for a girl called Midii Une…I just thought I could ask you…" said Quatre.

"Quatre…I thought I had told you it was personal…I guess I can't really blame Dorothy for telling you…after all…she is hardly going to keep anything from you from now on…" said Trowa more to himself than to the other man.

"I know what you told me but, Trowa…I mean it…I can help you as much as Dorothy can…And, you don't need to explain anything to me if you don't want to…" said Quatre hopeful.

Trowa almost smiled seeing his friend so eager to help. Trowa brought one of his hands to the left side of his face. It was still swollen and tonight he would have to change the side he usually wore his mask so he could conceal the nasty bruise it had already appeared. He guessed that Quatre would do no harm if he helped.

"Ok. I will gladly accept your help but…don't ask me questions…I have my reasons to find that girl…I'm just not prepared to tell anyone…yet…".

"I'm happy to hear that. Don't worry, I will only expect from you whatever you are prepared to tell me…nothing more…Anyway, good luck with your show…" said Quatre looking his usual enthusiastic self.

Trowa, closing the communication, half smiled. This guy was truly amazing. Sometimes he looked, and acted, just like a little boy but again, he was in charge of the biggest corporation in the L4 cluster and one of the largest in the whole of ESUN.

Looking at the clock, the clown decided it was too late to continue his nap and went to take a shower. He was about to step on it when someone knocked on his door.

"Trowa? Are you there?".

It was Catherine. His sister. Trowa and Catherine had not long ago, decided to take the DNA test to see if they could be family. The test showed what they already felt: they had 98.9 probability of being blood relatives. So, it became clear that Trowa was Catherine's little brother Triton. Trowa had, however, decided to keep his name and had not even bothered changing his surname either. It was, as Duo had put it once, just a name…something someone gives us…Besides, he had got used to it now so, changing it would have been hard.

"Yes. I'm here, what's up sis?" said Trowa covering himself with a towel and opening the caravan's door.

"Oh…you were going to take a shower…" commented Catherine making Trowa think that today was 'Artificial Intelligence day' and everyone had to make an extra effort to make stupid remarks.

"Yes…it doesn't matter. Come in…don't want to start the show to soon, do you?" asked Trowa seeing some of the circus girls looking at his almost naked from with more than healthy curiosity.

"No…sorry…Oh wow! What happened to your face? You have not been fighting again, have you?" asked Catherine seeing his swollen cheek.

"No…it's a long story…so…what's so urgent?" said Trowa sitting next to her in his small couch, ignoring the fact he was still wearing the towel.

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that…well, we are going to make the announcement tonight but, I wanted you to know first…before anyone else…" said Catherine.

"We? What we?" asked Trowa getting concerned.

"Well, Michael and I…we are getting married…" said Catherine glowing with sheer happiness.

"What? Michael? He's what, like a century older than you?" shouted Trowa jumping off the couch and having to grab the towel that hung precariously from his hips.

"Trowa! Michael is only nineteen years older than me…and love knows no age anyway…I definitely was not expecting this kind of reaction from you…it's a good thing Michael is not here…" said Catherine looking very offended.

Trowa thought of their circus manager and his re-found sister together and was almost sick at the thought.

"I'm sorry Cathy…is just that…why him?" asked Trowa sitting down and trying to keep his usual calm.

"Why not him? I love him…I've loved him for ages…is just that…I was too young…now is different…I'm old enough now….and we want to marry…Trowa, we are not asking your approval here…however we would like to know that our decision makes you happy too…" said Catherine also trying to calm down. She had a real problem with her temper…it was a good thing she could release the tension with her knives…otherwise…

"I don't know…I have to think of it…sorry, but I will need some time…" replied Trowa.

"Ok…you have six weeks. The wedding will be celebrated then…" said Catherine getting up and not looking pleased with her brother's answer.

Unfortunately, Trowa could not give any other. He was upset because he had hoped that he and his sister would be spending more time together to make up for the lost time…and now that old man was taking her away from him…

Relena could not believe her ears. What she had just been told was just too…she just had no words to describe it. She had had a normal check up done since she had been feeling a bit down lately. But, this…was…

"Are you sure doctor?" asked Relena so she could hear it again, just to help her convince herself.

"Yes…one hundred percent dear…you're about four weeks pregnant…".

END OF CHAPTER FOUR