"Where's Quatre?" Heero asked from the kitchen table.
"He's still asleep. I expect him to sleep through the next day." Trowa poured himself a cup of coffee. "So, gentlemen. Now what?"
"Well...we need to find Fei." Duo rested his head on the tabletop.
"But we can't trust anyone anymore. Someone betrayed us to Zechs."
"Well, that's a chance we have to take. We have to find Wufei, otherwise he'll be killed," Duo said into the table.
"And if we're betrayed again? We'll be killed." Trowa leaned on the counter.
"So are we just going to leave Wufei to be killed?" Duo said sharply, sitting up and staring at Trowa. "I didn't say that, what I mean is-"
"Guys?" Quatre asked from the doorway. He wore a thick purple bathrobe that was quite obviously too large for him, and his blond hair was incredibly matted.
"Quatre! What the hell are you doing up?" Trowa asked, crossing the room.
"I heard you guys yelling, and couldn't sleep, so I decided to come out here."
"How are you?" Heero asked calmly.
"B-better. Is everything all right?"
Duo shot Trowa a killing glare, but spoke softly. "Yes, Quatre. You should go back to sleep."
"I'm not tired, you guys. Really, I'm not." Quatre walked over to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee as well. He sat himself down at the kitchen table, picking up Duo's toast and biting off part of it.
"Obviously." Heero raised an eyebrow. "You really should get some sleep. Being tortured by Zechs is not something to be taken lightly."
"But I'm fine! Honestly!" he protested.
"Look, I'm going shoppin," Duo said, rising from the table. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"Whatever," Heero said, turning to Quatre. "I will tie you down to your bed if I must, Quatre Reberba Winner."
"Can I come with you, Duo?" Quatre asked, ignoring Heero.
"No, Quatre. Stay here and sleep," Duo said. "Besides, I need to be alone, and shopping always makes me feel better." Duo hurried from the apartment.
"Go to bed, Quatre." Heero rose from the table and walked to Quatre, hoisting him from the chair. "You need your sleep if you're going to be of any assistance to finding Fei. Now come on!" The much stronger Japanese man dragged the weakly protesting Arabian to his room, slamming the door shut. "If you come out of there before lunch tomorrow except to piss, I will skin you alive and leave you to the dogs."
"Heero!" Quatre complained to the closed door. "Ugh! Fine." The blond flopped resignedly onto his bed, closing his eyes to think and to try and sleep.