Yay, the second part of my Dreams. It's a little more frightened then I wanted it to be, but it's okay. So read and I hope you all like it^_^

'Nothing. That's the whole point. It's just like he doesn't even care.' I say and I stare to the table.

'C'mon Blondie. Don't look so sad! I still got a business to run here and if you look so sad, you chase all my customers away.' Lizzy tells me with a grin on her face. And then I have to smile to. Nobody can ignore Lizzy's smile, it would make even Heero laugh.

'I think I'm going again, Lizzy.' I say then after a quarter or so. 'Yeah, I should also go back to work meanwhile.' Lizzy says as she stands up slowly. When I almost walk out the door I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. 'Good luck with it Blondie. See ya!' I hear Lizzy say and immediately she walks away to a customer.

When I walk on the streets I decide it's better to go back to the safe house again. But the closer I get to the safe house, I become restless. When I see the safe house a feeling tells me that something's wrong, but I ignore it. I nod my head and with a cheerful pace I walk towards the safe house.

Suddenly, when I'm standing in the front garden, I hear a branch crack under a heavy shoe. When I look around I see nothing and I shrug one's shoulder. When I want to unlock the door I hear my cellphone ring.

'Yeah Quatre Winner here.' I say as I look into the little screen and see the faces of the others. 'Guys, what's wrong?' I ask, getting a little nervous. 'Go away! Get the Hell out of there! It's filled with OZ soldier's! Fast, go now you still can run!' I hear Heero say. 'OZ soldiers? What are you talking about I...' And then something, or someone, shoots the cellphone out my hand. 'Hello? Quat? Quatre!' I hear voices yelling on the other side of my cellphone.

Then someone grabs me from behind to my throat. 'Hn...'

'Quite little bastard. Don't want to get hurt, do you?' I hear a voice whispering in my ear. I try to look up who it is but when I saw the face, I wished I hadn't seen it. 'Zechs Merquise...' I hiss softly as I feel the need for oxygen win it from my other strength.

When I open my eyes I see a large, white sealing. My hands are tied up on the head of a large bed and my feet at the end of it. I try to sit up but firm hands push me down into a pillow. 'Don't you dare to come up.' I hear a hissing, kinda threatening voice saying to me.

'What the...' I want to say but a hand covers my mouth, stopping me from talking. 'Quite you little bastard.' Zechs Merquise says to me. 'I'm the one that asks the questions here and you'll answer them. You understand that?' He hisses to me. I look to him with a defiant, dangerous gaze.

'Now where are the other Gundam pilots?' Zechs asks me as I feel his hand leaving my mouth. 'I don't know.'

'Don't you dare lying to me.' He shouts to me as he slaps me hard in the face. It hurts, but I don't give a cramp. I can see he's furious and he can burst out any second. 'I'm not going to ask it you a second time. Tell me where the other Gundam pilots are.'

'Or what?' I say, tempting, knowing he'll do more to me then only slap me in my face if I don't tell him. But at the moment, I don't care. I'm not going to betray my friends, I never do.

Then Zechs lifts me a little from the bed and hits me in the face with his fist. A little blood escapes my mouth and nose but I still don't give a cramp. Okay, I'm going to be just like Heero if I keep up the no-feeling stuff, but I don't care, not at all.

Then Zechs leaves the room. I'm left alone with my thoughts and dreams.

"I look around. Where in Heaven's name am I? I see a abandon recreation-ground, a field filled with flowers, a wood and at the horizon I see... a burning town. A burning town? What is going on here? Where am I? 'Where am I?' I yell to myself. 'You're at the colony L1.' I hear a soft and childish voice whispering. 'L1? But that's Heero's place of birth.' I say aloud to myself. 'How do you know me?' The same innocent voice asks me. 'You, how do you mean you?' I ask then, looking to where to voice is coming from. Then I gasp.

A little boy is sitting on a swing but his eyes, and hair. I gasp another time. 'Y-you're Heero...' I manage to bring out.

And it's true, partial. His hair, eyes and the way he speaks is the same. But he's still a little child, he can't be older then... five or six at least. 'Why are you so astonished my name is Heero Yuy, sir?' Little Heero asks me. 'Well I know you. Or I think I do. I know you when you're round fifteen.' I say confused. 'What year is it?' I ask then, looking for some clarity. 'It's the year 186 AC.' The boy answers me. '186 AC? But that's almost ten years earlier then the time it is now, or was. Man! How much more confusing can this get?'

'You have to remember yourself to the fact his is all a dream Quatre Raberba Winner. And that in a few eye blinks...' Heero says, but then the boy starts to change and, like he said, in a few eye blinks, he was the full grown Heero I knew. 'everything can change.' He finishes the sentence he started.

'So this is where you were born, Heero?' I ask carefully as we both sit on a swing a quarter later. 'Yeah. It is. What about you? I don't know much about the place you grew up.' He says, looking at me closely. That closeness makes me blush and startled turn my head at the squall of lust that fills my body for seconds.

'Where's the blush for?' Heero asks me with a smirk. 'I... for you.' I whisper, the words hanging to us like silver dreads. 'Me? How do you mean?' He asks me surprised.

'I-I mean that I care a lot about you Heero. As a friend but also as... I just mean to say is... I-I love you, Heero.' I stutter. Then I feel a calm and relaxing hand on my face. I look up to Heero and see that he's smiling now. 'I love you to Angel. I lo...' And then he starts to disappear. And like in all my dreams, he's gone and leaves me alone in a dark and empty recreation-ground."

'Gha... o sjeesh!' Beading in sweat I wake up. I breath heavily when I see the doors opening. 'Had a nightmare Winner?' A blond haired man asks me then. I have to think a couple of seconds before I know where I am and who he is. 'How do you know my name?' I ask then to him.

'Who was your nightmare about, Winner?'

'How do you know my name, Merquise?' I ask teasing. 'I know more about you then you can ever imagine.' Zechs tells me. Then he pushes a glass to my mouth. I try not to drink but all at once he takes the glass back. He turns to a little table in the middle of the room and comes back with a gun in his hand.

'Drink it.' He threats me, pulling the gun against my head. Then he pulls the glass against my mouth again but I only take one little sip. When he pulls back the glass again he looks satisfied. 'You fool.' He says. 'You just had to drink one sip and it would be enough already. Now, have sweet dreams.' Zechs leaves the room with a smirk. When he is gone I feel my eyes getting heavy and before I know it, I fall asleep.

A couple of hours later I still lay on the bed. A bleeding nose, a bleeding mouth and a painful head. My blond hair is mixed with my blood and my aquamarine eyes shine with hate. I can feel adrenalin running trough my veins as I try to free my hands from the hand cops that are fastened at the head of the bed.

'Don't even dare to move another muscle.' A threatening voice says to me as I feel the cold steal of a gun against my head.

I struggle and that is a mistake I shouldn't have made. Cause Zechs shoot a bullet into my right arm. 'Ah!' I yell in pain. I can't help it now. This time the pain is to much to do nothing. 'That hurts, now doesn't it?' Zechs asked me victorious. 'So you still don't wanna tell me where the other Gundam pilots are?'

'Not to you, you bastard.' I say on a hissing voice. 'I ask it to you once. Where are the Gundam pilots?' Zechs says gazing at me dangerously.

'Here!' I hear a familiar voice say. I want to look up but before I can even try it I hear a gunshot. Immediately pain and coldness reach my body and I feel very weak. 'No Quatre!' I hear the same voice yelling again. Then I see a blur of motion on my left and warm hands grab my head. 'C'mon Quatre, hang on. Don't die on me now. Not now...' But the rest of the word flood just passes me cause everything turns black for me.

When I slowly open my eyes I can only see a hazy stream of coffee brown hair. 'Quatre?' I hear a soft and tender voice asking me. Then I feel a calm and cold hand on my forehead, stroking the bangs out of my face. 'H-Heero?' I ask puzzled. I blink a couple of times, in the hope I can see sharp now. 'Yes Quatre. I'm here.' I hear Heero answer me. I try to sit up then but as I lean on my right arm I gasp. 'Ho, don't try to get up Quatre. You have to rest.' When I feel his hands on my shoulders something in me snaps. Feeling hands on me, from whoever they are, makes me think I'm in danger. It's all because of the gun Zechs put to my head the whole time. Because of him I'm afraid of being touched, afraid for... Heero.

'Hn... no.' I say softly as I push Heero's hands away. 'Quatre… what's wrong?' Heero asks me confused.

Don't you know?

Don't you see?

I'm afraid!

That's what's wrong!

'Don't… touch me.' I say as I have to push his hands away again. 'Quatre?' Heero asks me even more confused. Then someone else steps in. Trowa. 'Heero, how is Quatre?' He asks. 'Well, not that good.' I hear Heero answer.

No of course it's not that good!

I'm alone in a room with you.

'What's wrong with him then?' Trowa asks. 'I don't know. Maybe he'll answer you. He seems afraid of me in some way.' Heero says, and I'm astonished of the feelings in his voice. His voice is worried and sad. Why? Why are you sad? I don't understand. Then I feel a heavy weight sitting down on the bed and I look up only to meet Trowa's emerald eyes. 'What's wrong with you Quatre? Heero says you're afraid of him. Is he right?' Trowa asks me on his normal and familiar way of talking. I want to answer him but no sound comes out my throat so I only nod. 'What! You're afraid of Heero?' Trowa says startled. 'But why?' He asks me, raising his hand to Heero and shake one's head so he stays where he is. 'He wanted to shoot me.' I say slowly. But when I say the words, I realize it's wrong. 'Heero? Did you… tried to shoot him?' Trowa asks then, turning towards Heero.

TBC

Author's note:

Ah this was a Hell of a chapter! It was so hard to write, especially because Quatre "drives crazy" in this chapter.

I know, it's all a bit confusing at the end, but if you don't understand just ask^_^. I'll be glad to answer.

And I broke my promise. (ahhh) I promised this would only be a 2 chapter story. But it became ever bigger and bigger and now I can't put it in 2 chapters anymore. So I can't promise you how much chapters more there will come, I hope at one but more can always.

See ya! Don't forget to review^_-