The Cure
Disclaimer: I do now own Gundam Wing.
Trowa (1): Triton Bloom
Trowa (2): The REAL Trowa Barton.
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"Quatre! Come here." Hugh ordered. The session had just ended and everyone had already left. Quatre was just about to walk out the door when Hugh Jass called him back. The month had passed by so quickly and today was Quatre's last day in therapy.
"Yes?" Quatre asked Hugh as he approached him.
"I've been thinking about your case and since it's your last class here I'd like to share with you my conclusion. You became an alcoholic 4 months ago and started having dreams about your past the same month and week you stopped drinking. I think you began drinking because you wanted to forget. You know, forget your family's deaths. And everytime you didn't drink, you would think about the deaths so you tried to get drunk as much as possible." Hugh said. Quatre was silent as he thought about Hugh's conclusion.
"It seems to make sense. I'll give you that." Quatre said. Hugh smiled.
"Well then. I guess this will be the last time you'll see us then." Hugh said disappointingly. Quatre nodded.
"Thanks for your help, Hugh." Quatre said.
"That's my job. Take care, Quatre. And I hope I helped you." Hugh said with a warm smile. Quatre smiled back and walked out of the room.
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"So how was it?" Trowa(1) asked as Quatre slid into the passenger seat. Quatre sighed and slammed the door shut.
"It was okay I guess. Hugh said that I started drinking because I wanted to forget about my family." Quatre told Trowa.
Trowa started the car engine and started down the street.
"Do you think that the therapy helped you?" Trowa asked.
"It little bit." Quatre answered.
"Where are you going? My house is down that street." Quatre said when he noticed Trowa drive by his street.
"I just thought maybe we could drive around for a while." Trowa said casually. Quatre gave Trowa a questioning look which Trowa pretended not to notice.
"So, do you think you'll miss them?" Trowa asked changing the subject.
"Miss who? The people at the therapy session?" Quatre said even though he knew very well what Trowa meant.
"Yeah." Trowa answered flatly. Quatre smiled to himself.
"Yeah. Probably." Quatre said. Trowa glanced at his lover and smiled.
"I'm glad you're cured, Quatre." He said. The statement caught Quatre off guard. He didn't notice that he was cured but it was true, he had stopped drinking.
Trowa parked his car infront of Quatre's house and they both stepped out. Trowa and Quatre walked up to his front door and opened it. It was dark.
"Surprise!" Voices yelled as people popped out from closets, behind couches, etc.
"What the- -"Quatre said. The people from his therapy session had thrown him a surprise party in celebration of Quatre's recovery. Streamers hung from his ceiling, balloons were tied to his furniture, and a buffet of junk food was laid out on his coffee table.
"How'd you guys get into the house?" Quatre exclaimed.
"We all crawled in from your broken kitchen window." Dorothy said excitedly.
"A few of us got minor scratches but it was worth it." Lady Une added.
"Oh, you guys shouldn't have." Quatre said obviously touched by the surprise.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Quatre turned around and opened it to see Duo standing at his doorway.
"Hey Q! Long time no see. Trowa told me, congrats on your promotion. I mean, I thought being the boss of Winner corps was the highest position you could possibly get but you sure proved me wrong! Oh and sorry about being late. The line at the Beer Store was crazy. Anyways, who wants beer?!" Duo said as he held up a case of beer.
"No, Duo these people can't drink beer. They're all recovering alcoholics." Quatre said hesitantly.
"All of them!? Quatre you REALLY got to watch who you hire." Duo said.
"No. There was no promotion. This party is because I'm no longer an alcoholic and these people were the people who went through the therapy with me." Quatre explained.
"Ooooh" Duo said. "Then I guess I shouldn't've bought all this beer."
"No, no wait...Here, just give it to me and I'll take care of it." Trowa said as he took the case of beer from Duo.
"Damn. This party is sucking. Lets turn up some beats!" Dakim exclaimed as he turned on Quatre's stereo. Classical music blasted from the speakers and house was filled with the sound of piano playing.
"What the hell is this!?" Trowa (2) exclaimed. He walked over to Quatre's stereo and changed the station. Finally, Trowa came across a station with the type of music he preferred and turned up the volume.
"Now THIS is a party!" Trowa (2) yelled over the music. Everyone started dancing to the music and eating except Heero who was sitting on Quatre's couch quietly.
"Hey Quatre, is that the guy that you mentioned?" Duo asked pointing at Heero.
"Yeah. I told you he's boring." Quatre said.
"Yeah. And Trowa (1) isn't?!" Duo exclaimed as they both eyed Trowa(1) who was sitting on Quatre's porch steps chugging down Duo's beer.
"Oh c'mon. Atleast Trowa is doing something. Heero is just sitting there doing nothing!" Quatre yelled.
"Ohhh he'll be doing something when I'M done with him. Me." Duo said with a smirk.
Quatre smiled and watched Duo make his move on Heero. He turned around and joined Trowa on his porch steps.
"Oh man Quatre, I am SO drunk. I feel like I could vomit. I think I should leave." Trowa said as he got up and walked towards his car.
"No Trowa, you shouldn't be driving." Quatre said as he followed Trowa.
"Sure I should!" Trowa said with a laugh. "I'M not the one with the drinking problem. YOU are."
"Wait here, I'll go get my jacket and I'll drive you home." Quatre said. He ran into the house and came back in time to see Trowa drive away hitting a garbage can on his way out of Quatre's street.
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THE END! Haha!
Wow. That sure was a rushed ending. But atleast I finished right?! Right.
I hope you enjoyed my "story". Lol it took me well over a year to finish since I procrastinate so much.
PLEASE REVIEW.
=D
Disclaimer: I do now own Gundam Wing.
Trowa (1): Triton Bloom
Trowa (2): The REAL Trowa Barton.
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"Quatre! Come here." Hugh ordered. The session had just ended and everyone had already left. Quatre was just about to walk out the door when Hugh Jass called him back. The month had passed by so quickly and today was Quatre's last day in therapy.
"Yes?" Quatre asked Hugh as he approached him.
"I've been thinking about your case and since it's your last class here I'd like to share with you my conclusion. You became an alcoholic 4 months ago and started having dreams about your past the same month and week you stopped drinking. I think you began drinking because you wanted to forget. You know, forget your family's deaths. And everytime you didn't drink, you would think about the deaths so you tried to get drunk as much as possible." Hugh said. Quatre was silent as he thought about Hugh's conclusion.
"It seems to make sense. I'll give you that." Quatre said. Hugh smiled.
"Well then. I guess this will be the last time you'll see us then." Hugh said disappointingly. Quatre nodded.
"Thanks for your help, Hugh." Quatre said.
"That's my job. Take care, Quatre. And I hope I helped you." Hugh said with a warm smile. Quatre smiled back and walked out of the room.
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"So how was it?" Trowa(1) asked as Quatre slid into the passenger seat. Quatre sighed and slammed the door shut.
"It was okay I guess. Hugh said that I started drinking because I wanted to forget about my family." Quatre told Trowa.
Trowa started the car engine and started down the street.
"Do you think that the therapy helped you?" Trowa asked.
"It little bit." Quatre answered.
"Where are you going? My house is down that street." Quatre said when he noticed Trowa drive by his street.
"I just thought maybe we could drive around for a while." Trowa said casually. Quatre gave Trowa a questioning look which Trowa pretended not to notice.
"So, do you think you'll miss them?" Trowa asked changing the subject.
"Miss who? The people at the therapy session?" Quatre said even though he knew very well what Trowa meant.
"Yeah." Trowa answered flatly. Quatre smiled to himself.
"Yeah. Probably." Quatre said. Trowa glanced at his lover and smiled.
"I'm glad you're cured, Quatre." He said. The statement caught Quatre off guard. He didn't notice that he was cured but it was true, he had stopped drinking.
Trowa parked his car infront of Quatre's house and they both stepped out. Trowa and Quatre walked up to his front door and opened it. It was dark.
"Surprise!" Voices yelled as people popped out from closets, behind couches, etc.
"What the- -"Quatre said. The people from his therapy session had thrown him a surprise party in celebration of Quatre's recovery. Streamers hung from his ceiling, balloons were tied to his furniture, and a buffet of junk food was laid out on his coffee table.
"How'd you guys get into the house?" Quatre exclaimed.
"We all crawled in from your broken kitchen window." Dorothy said excitedly.
"A few of us got minor scratches but it was worth it." Lady Une added.
"Oh, you guys shouldn't have." Quatre said obviously touched by the surprise.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Quatre turned around and opened it to see Duo standing at his doorway.
"Hey Q! Long time no see. Trowa told me, congrats on your promotion. I mean, I thought being the boss of Winner corps was the highest position you could possibly get but you sure proved me wrong! Oh and sorry about being late. The line at the Beer Store was crazy. Anyways, who wants beer?!" Duo said as he held up a case of beer.
"No, Duo these people can't drink beer. They're all recovering alcoholics." Quatre said hesitantly.
"All of them!? Quatre you REALLY got to watch who you hire." Duo said.
"No. There was no promotion. This party is because I'm no longer an alcoholic and these people were the people who went through the therapy with me." Quatre explained.
"Ooooh" Duo said. "Then I guess I shouldn't've bought all this beer."
"No, no wait...Here, just give it to me and I'll take care of it." Trowa said as he took the case of beer from Duo.
"Damn. This party is sucking. Lets turn up some beats!" Dakim exclaimed as he turned on Quatre's stereo. Classical music blasted from the speakers and house was filled with the sound of piano playing.
"What the hell is this!?" Trowa (2) exclaimed. He walked over to Quatre's stereo and changed the station. Finally, Trowa came across a station with the type of music he preferred and turned up the volume.
"Now THIS is a party!" Trowa (2) yelled over the music. Everyone started dancing to the music and eating except Heero who was sitting on Quatre's couch quietly.
"Hey Quatre, is that the guy that you mentioned?" Duo asked pointing at Heero.
"Yeah. I told you he's boring." Quatre said.
"Yeah. And Trowa (1) isn't?!" Duo exclaimed as they both eyed Trowa(1) who was sitting on Quatre's porch steps chugging down Duo's beer.
"Oh c'mon. Atleast Trowa is doing something. Heero is just sitting there doing nothing!" Quatre yelled.
"Ohhh he'll be doing something when I'M done with him. Me." Duo said with a smirk.
Quatre smiled and watched Duo make his move on Heero. He turned around and joined Trowa on his porch steps.
"Oh man Quatre, I am SO drunk. I feel like I could vomit. I think I should leave." Trowa said as he got up and walked towards his car.
"No Trowa, you shouldn't be driving." Quatre said as he followed Trowa.
"Sure I should!" Trowa said with a laugh. "I'M not the one with the drinking problem. YOU are."
"Wait here, I'll go get my jacket and I'll drive you home." Quatre said. He ran into the house and came back in time to see Trowa drive away hitting a garbage can on his way out of Quatre's street.
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THE END! Haha!
Wow. That sure was a rushed ending. But atleast I finished right?! Right.
I hope you enjoyed my "story". Lol it took me well over a year to finish since I procrastinate so much.
PLEASE REVIEW.
=D