A/N: Okay, here's chapter 2! Thanks to any who reviewed, hope this chapter won't disappoint!

As usual, I don't own them. Wish I did, but that one hasn't come true yet. So don't sue.

Warnings: just language...so far, at least.

On with the fun!

Chapter 2: Quatre

"Well, here we are!" Quatre chirped as he pulled the truck up to the safehouse. "Hm. Doesn't look like they're here yet…" he said softly.

"They?" Trowa asked, keeping his voice low. "Heero and Duo?"

Quatre nodded. 'Is WuFei asleep?' he mouthed silently.

Trowa nodded. "Yes."

Quatre let out a sigh of relief as he parked the truck. He turned around in his seat, tapping the Chinese pilot on the knee. "WuFei, we're here."

WuFei opened his eyes with a nod, unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the truck, grabbing his duffel bag from its place on the floor.

Trowa and Quatre grabbed their things as well and the trio headed inside. Without a word, WuFei headed down the hall toward the bedrooms, selected one, and entered it, shutting the door behind them, telling them that he was not to be disturbed.

Quatre sighed again.
"He's been unusually quiet," Trowa commented, taking a book from his bag.

"Yeah." Quatre replied, a pained expression on his face.

"And irritable." Trowa set his bag down in the living room.

"Yeah."

"I wonder why…"

"Duo's arrival isn't going to help…" Quatre muttered to himself.

But Trowa heard. "You think so?"

"Trowa, I KNOW so," Quatre replied, setting his bag on the living room floor next to Trowa's for the time being. "Neither one knows the other will be here, and considering what happened…" He clapped a hand over his mouth with a gasp. Oops! I forgot, Trowa doesn't know! Duo will kill me if I blab it to anyone!

"What do you mean, 'considering what happened'?" Trowa asked, raising an eyebrow at the Arab's strange behavior.

"It-It's nothing, Trowa…I…I just have a bad feeling about it…that's all," he lied.

Trowa's still-arched eyebrow told Quatre that he didn't buy it, but he let the subject drop by going into the living room and taking a seat on the couch and opening his book.

Quatre sighed. Thank you, Trowa. For not pressing it.

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A few hours later, Quatre heard the tell-tale sound of tires crunching along the gravel path that led to the safe house.

"They're here," Trowa concluded as Quatre stood up and headed to the window.

The blond nodded. "And now the fun begins," he whispered to himself.

The door opened to reveal a very tired Heero and an unusually quiet Duo.

"Q-Quatre? What are you doing here?" Duo asked, his face paling a few shades.

"This is our safe house as well, for a while," the blond replied, gesturing to Trowa.

"Which means…" Duo gulped.

Quatre nodded. "WuFei chose his room as soon as we got here and hasn't been seen or heard from since," he replied.

"I'm going to follow his example," Heero commented, heading down the hall and claiming the room across from WuFei's shut door.

Trowa closed his book, stood up, and grabbed his bag. "I'm feeling tired as well," was all he said in explanation as he also headed down the hall. He chose the room next to Heero's and shut his door softly.

Duo paled further and collapsed to the floor. "Quat…"

The blond knelt beside Duo. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much to tell you. He was very quiet the entire mission."

"What about your space heart? Anything? Anything at all?" Duo's voice was getting panicked.

Quatre shook his head sadly. "He kept himself very closely guarded," he answered apologetically.

Duo's breathing shook. "Shit. I'd rather know he hates me and wants to feed me my balls on a stick than know absolutely nothing!" Duo whimpered loudly. A thought occurred to him. "Does he even remember?"

"I don't know. The only thing I can tell you is that he doesn't know you and Heero are here."

"Fuck!"

"It's going to be hard to avoid him, Duo."

"I know. He won't hide in his room, thinking I'm not here…I'd have to hide in mine," Duo sighed defeatedly.

"Duo. Why don't you at least see how he reacts to your being here before making yourself stir-crazy?"

"I—I can't, Quat! I'm scared! I'm more afraid of him right now than I've ever been of anything! I'd rather take on all of OZ and its entire mobile doll fleet with a wooden sword and paper shield than face him!"

Quatre managed to suppress a chuckle at the image that presented. "Duo. Calm down. I really don't think WuFei will kill you, or 'feed you your balls on a stick', as you put it. Heero might, but I don't think WuFei would."

"I dunno. After this, I wouldn't blame him if he did," Duo sighed.

Quatre yawned. "I'm going to head to bed, Duo. I'll take the room next to WuFei's; you can have the one next to Trowa's. How's that sound?"

Duo rolled his eyes. "Oh, great. That way he'll have to open two doors and cross the hall to kill me instead of just breaking the wall down," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Quatre stifled a chuckle. "Duo, I really think you're overreacting. You honestly think he'd kill you over this?"

"If he remembers? I'd be lucky to get out of a coma three years from now with what he'll probably do to me."

Quatre shook his head. "Duo, you look tired. Go to bed and try to sleep, alright? Maybe things will look better in the morning."

"If by better you mean you'll be digging my grave, yeah, I guess."

"Stop being so pessimistic. Maybe…maybe there was more to this…event…than you think. After all, you were drunk at the time, right?"

Duo looked at Quatre like he'd grown a second head. "You…think so?"

"I don't know, Duo. You don't remember everything. For all we know, he doesn't even remember it happened. But that doesn't mean there isn't a silver lining here. Just…try to look on the bright side of things. Look at what's possible." Quatre yawned again.

"Go to bed, Quat. You're tired. I don't really feel like sleeping just yet. I'm thinking I may play Solitaire for a few hours or something," Duo said, patting his friend's shoulder.

Quatre nodded. "Do try and rest some, though," he said as he stood up and headed to the living room for his bag. He could feel Duo's eyes on him as he slung the bag over his shoulder and headed for his room.

Duo…Please try to look on the bright side, even if the chance is slim. I didn't have the heart to tell you, but part of why I didn't feel anything from him was because I felt so much from you. I can tell you're hurting, but…I really think you shouldn't run from this.

A/N: Okay, part 3 done. Let me know what you think, guys! This was a little longer, but hopefully not too long. I hope to be done with part 4/chapter 3 soon!