Hello again! Before I begin, I think that everyone has nearly had their say after this chapter. (Thank goodness.) Oh, below is a small saying I wrote for myself when trying to think of something that would spark conversation within my voices, and I think that it went pretty well. . .

Wufei is nice, Heero is cute, Trowa's handsome, Duo is downright gorgeous, but Quatre's my guy! (Grin)

Kay: Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck! I refuse to let this body like a boy!

Litane: That is so unlike what the instincts are supposed to say. . .

Rinoa: Yet all of us girls, even our authoress, agree that Quatre's the best!

Jaelen: (Her nose is stuck in a manga) But if we can't get him, we can go after Duo, right?

Kay: You've just got something for guys with hair.

Jaelen: Look who's talking. You've got hair just like his! (Fingers his braid)

Kay: (Pulls away, petting it comfortingly) SO NOT TRUE! I've got two braids. He's got one. AND I'M BLOND!

Litane: We can tell. It's obvious in all you do.

Jaelen/Rinoa/Kay: (Stare)

Litane: What? I'm an elf, not an angel. I'm allowed to get angry and sarcastic, aren't I? WHY CAN'T I DO WHAT I WANT TO???? I mean, look at my cousin, he's so sarcastic people ask if he's half dwarf.

Jaelen: You don't have a cousin. . .

Litane: (Sweat drop) I was being sarcastic.

Kay: That's just wrong, I mean, you're the superego, the conscience, the good guy, the one with the halo and harp!

Jaelen: Yeah, and you've got horns and a pitchfork?

Kay: (Grin wickedly) Sometimes . . .

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Silly is you in a natural state, and serious is something you have to do until you can get silly again. –Mike Myers

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Quatre woke up, wrapped in arms, his cheek pressed gently to a rising and falling chest, and warm breath on the top of his head. He thought for a moment before he pulled away from the body. It was Trowa, slumbering quietly. How did this happen? Why wasn't he at the house, wrapped in his own sheets? Why was it so dark and grimy?

Quatre suddenly felt something scamper over his hand and he let out a resounding shriek, throwing his arms around a startled Trowa's neck. "S- some-something j-just cr-crawl-crawled o-over my h-hand!" he screamed.

"Just a rat."

"A RAT?" Quatre screamed, clinging tighter. Suddenly, Quatre could feel Trowa moving under him and he was startled. It felt like he was coughing! Was the cold getting to him?

Suddenly, the sound reached his ears and Quatre almost keeled over in a dead faint. Trowa was laughing. It did not register in his mind and Quatre broke it into pieces. Trowa. Okay, that was simple. Was. That's fine; it works. Laughing. That was the wrong piece. It blew the circuits and Quatre blinked wildly as Trowa continued. It was not a raucous, loud laugh that Duo or Wufei might have uttered. Trowa's laugh was a deep, quiet, rumbling sound that one felt more than heard.

The laugh suddenly provoked Quatre more and he crossed his arms over his chest in an irritated way. "Just what is so funny with my horror?" he demanded. Trowa just laughed harder. "Is this a part of some sick joke?"

Trowa stopped instantly. "Joke?"

"Yes, this!" Quatre said, gesturing with his arm. "This sure isn't my home! It feels like a sewer!"

"It is," Trowa added.

Quatre blanched and frowned. "So? Why am I not at home?"

Trowa tilted his head, looking like an innocent puppy. "You do not remember?"

"Remember what?" Quatre snapped, aggravated. The moment he uttered those words, he wished he had not. He did remember. The dead body of Trowa, lying on his carpet, blood staining the carpet. He could see Heero's cold glare, the two other pilots glaring just as coldly. Then there was pain, and everything became foggy. Duo asking for forgiveness, the acted out scene, Duo's horror at the supposedly dead body.

Quatre felt the sobs more than heard them. They shook his whole body in terrible shakes. If they did not stop, he was certain he would be ripped apart. Trowa's arms encompassed him and he knew that Trowa would hold him together.

"Bad?" Trowa asked, his voice soothing.

"Horrible!" Quatre sobbed around cries of pain. "Those two jerks pretended to be me and you, and I killed you! I saw your dead body, Trowa! It's horrible!"

"Quatre, look at me."

Shocked, Quatre looked up, his sobs quieted by the idea that Trowa was speaking in a looser way. His words had sounded like his tongue had finally gotten a clamp off of it, and he could talk as much as he wanted, and he was going to talk long and hard.

"You see me. I'm not dead," Trowa said, his voice low and gentle. "You can touch me and I'll be there. I'm not an illusion or a fake. What you saw was pretended, and will never happen."

Quatre found those intense green eyes to be quite entrancing and he was calmed. "Better?" Trowa asked, his voice back to its normal tone. Quatre nodded and allowed Trowa to pull him to his chest. Slowly, Trowa's hand rubbed over Quatre's back in slow, soothing circles. Unwittingly, Trowa was coming closer and closer until.

Quatre jumped back with a cry of pain, his hand going to his shoulder, gingerly touching it and wincing. Trowa's face became one of total seriousness and without even giving Quatre a look, he unbuttoned the front of Quatre's shirt to pull one shoulder out of the fabric. It was bandaged and Trowa resisted the urge to rip the bandages off. He glanced at Quatre's pained face and caught his eye.

"I think I told you that Heero thought I had killed you," Quatre murmured. His gaze fell to the floor between them and stayed there. "He shot me, intending to kill me."

Trowa felt an unsuppressed rage at what Heero had done and was about to get up to rip Heero's throat out when he realized something that had been nagging at the back of his mind the whole time.

Quatre was mature mentally. Trowa looked Quatre in the eye. "You're better. The imbalance must have corrected itself," he mumbled. Quatre caught it and his brow furrowed in surprise and confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Trowa resisted the urge to roll his eyes and he settled himself on the floor. "You had a chemical imbalance in your brain. You were younger mentally."

Quatre thought carefully before he nodded. "I think I remember the doctors talking about it, but I forgot about it."

There was a loud crash suddenly and Quatre jumped. Daichi appeared at the hole they used as a door. "You have company."

Quatre swallowed and Trowa gripped his uninjured shoulder in support. Daichi grinned wickedly and stepped aside to let someone in. Quatre saw his face and promptly tensed in horror.

Trowa tightened his grip until it was almost painful. The man smiled wickedly and stood above them. "Winner, and Barton, though I know you stole that name. No one like you would dare carry the Barton name unless they were an incompetent. Now, we've got business to talk."

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Heero read the note and crumpled it in his hand. It was not a normal ransom note, and he was more than certain they were dealing with the fantasy now. He glared at his feet and did not raise his eyes to meet the others as he tried to find the words needed to explain the situation.

"Quatre and Trowa are not dead."

There was a sigh of relief from the thirty some occupants of the room.

"They are in danger," he continued, and the occupants gasped in shock. He wished suddenly to silence them completely. "But the captors won't hurt them if we give them something."

"Whatever it is, we will give it!" a sister cried out. "We just want Quatre back."

Duo saw the look on Heero's face and stepped closer. "Before we commit to anything, what is it that they want?"

Heero gave a look of disgust and shook his head. "I don't know. The word on there is changeling, or something." Heero looked up to gauge the expressions of everyone. The other two pilots were just as confused as he was, and so were most of the sisters, but two sisters started to chatter quietly between the two of them. They looked agitated and Heero nearly knocked their heads together.

"I am guessing that you two know," Duo said loudly. The two sisters paused and looked around the room with tears in their eyes.

"Yes, we know," the older sister said, her voice trembling. "A changeling is a child taken for a lost one. They want another person to replace a lost one!"

Heero took in a deep breath before letting it out. "That leaves only one choice," Heero muttered. Duo and Wufei gave him speculative looks as the sisters watched anxiously. "We'll need to find them some other way."

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Once again, the annoying voices in my head took control of the keyboard and did not let me write, so the shout-outs are down here.

Kasazona: I hope a certain SOMEONE did not scare you. Hee, hee, he's a sweet guy when he's in a good mood, which are really rare. Oh, thanks for reviewing, and for the fabulous idea, but no, Relena has no part in this story. MUAHAHAHA! She is not so important! This is the relationship between the pilots, not an annoying little sixteen-year-old vice foreign minister. (Relena: I am not! If you do not treat me with respect, I will walk out of the one you are writing now! ME: Hee, hee, your character I can do without! Relena: Hmph.) Oh dear, this is getting long.

OKAY: OF 11 REVIEWS, KASAZONA HAS THE MOST! (Confetti) WHHEEEEEEEE!!! Kasazona wins that contest.

Oh, yeah, periodically, I will honor those that have reviewed the most. SO THIS TIME AROUND, KASAZONA WON!!!! THANKS SO MUCH!!!

I am going to try to start posting periodically. Hopefully, every week until all my chapters of two stories (all 16 of them, 17 including this one) are posted. Maybe every two weeks to just be mean. . .

Teaser!!!!

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Trowa felt his jaw open of its own accord and Quatre's name fell out of his mouth, the name rolling off his tongue. Quatre froze as if he had just heard his name called for the executioner's block, which in a way, he had. Instantly, Trowa gripped Quatre closer to him, forgetting that Quatre might bruise from the grip. ______________________________________

Kay: (Bouncing around in circles) Oh, yeah! We're good! We rule, oh yeah!!

Jaelen: What's gotten into his head?

Rinoa: More like his feet. I do believe that our authoress has just won yet another competition in her Mock Trial competitions.

Litane: And I made sure she was nice and kind to the losing team. Mainly because they had to ride home with them.

Kay: (Starts dancing some really weird dance) YOU GUYS HAVE TO HELP ME!!! I CANNOT STOP!!!!!!!!

That's all folks! ^_^!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!!

~ Kay Kylo (Kay: THAT'S MY NAME!!! ME: I have rights to that now!)