Ezri: Heys!!! I'm the only one here at the moment as my muses and Duo are all in my pool at the moment. Anyways, I changed my mind. Being fairly busy, and have a number of stories on the go I changed my mind about making this a three-part story. So instead, it will be just one part.I would just like to say, I came up with this at about 2am when my sister was on the computer and there was nothing of interest on tv. I think it came out good. One of my favourite pieces thus far. Hope you all enjoy! Mistress of Anime

In Need Of An Angel

Epilogue

"Quatre! Quatre! Come push me on the swings!" Quatre sitting next to Trowa on a bench sighed heavily. The girl they both considered their daughter came running up to the two of them smiling. She was in their minds and hearts their daughter, and nothing anyone said could change that feeling.

"Not right now Angel. I've been busy at work all day and would much prefer to sit here." Quatre tried to reason. The blonde haired six-year old however, seemed not to hear a word of what he had said. Instead pulled on his arms to have him follow. Trowa had to laugh at his lover's expression as Angel pulled Quatre over to the swings and promptly sat down on an empty seat, trapping Quatre into pushing her as she had wanted.

He's come along way since that night; Trowa couldn't help think to himself as he watched the two of them. Both seemed to be laughing and Angel's green eyes especially held a certain light that was full of light and happiness. At first, he had to admit, he had doubts about taking in the infant. Who could really blame him? At the times Quatre seemed to be standing on the tip of a knife. How close to that tip he only found out a year after she came into their lives.

Almost six years later he didn't regret it for a mere moment. There seemed to be an unbreakable bond between Quatre and Angel that Trowa couldn't explain. Maybe it was when Quatre had found her on the doorstep; he had realized that there were more helpless people that needed help. Perhaps it was something completely different. It didn't matter to him much.

Later on that night, Trowa turned off the lights in their apartment and moved in the dark towards Quatre and his' bedroom. He stopped at Angel's door seeing in the faint light filtering though the window, Quatre making sure their daughter was asleep and warm under her blankets. He had done this every night since Angel had gotten her own room. Normally Trowa waited outside the door for Quatre, neither really ever spoke. Tonight however, Quatre spoke up as he watched the sleeping child.

"Watching Angel sleep the way she does makes it worth it."

"Makes what worth it?" Trowa asked slightly confused.

"The war we fought, the loss of our childhoods and our innocence as children," Quatre responded softly still watching Angel sleep.

Before responding, Trowa walked over and wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist. "Yes, yes it does. She'll never know what it is like to lose all the ones you love, she'll never had to witness the horrors we did, nor the loss of her childhood to war. She is what the five of us fought for whether or not we knew we were."

Quatre's only response was a slight nod of his head. The two stood watching for a while the little girl sleep one arm wrapped around a teddy bear.

"Come on Quatre. Its time for us to go to sleep."

Trowa's eyes opened in the early morning hours. Not because he had to get up or anything, but the years of having to wake up early for missions still effected him slightly... though it happened less and less as the years passed.

Rolling over her saw that Angel had crawled into the bed sometime during the night, and was now sleeping peacefully between Quatre and him. She more than likely had had a nightmare during the night and sought out the protection of her guardians. Now both she and Quatre slept facing him. Trowa moved closer to them both and reached an arm across them both before falling back asleep.

God in his heavens

All is right in my world.

Ezri: There!! All done expect no more from this story!! In the words of ReddAlice as she sent this back to me in an email: Cut and Print! That's a warp!. Anyways, I had fun writing this and I hope to post some more soon! Thank you again to everyone who reviewed! I love getting reviews! And as well, special, special thanks to ReddAlice for beta reading. I really have improved with your help!

Oh, and I just noticed about the foreshadowing I had from before I changed my mind. If you all really want I can go back and change it, or just pretend that her mother was a druggie and was having hallucinations or something. Or if you really want I can email what I was originally going to do. But I like the druggie idea.