**Just a note, the title of the last chapter really didn't reflect on how I felt about the writing. Like I said, in chapter four I believe, the titles of my chapters are all lines taken from Simon and Garfunkle songs. The reason I picked that line for that chapter was because there were so many sad plot twist and turns and many a long, sad speeches. Anyway, just to cover my bases and make sure I don't come off sounding rude, I'm going to give Pandora-chan what she wants. So, Pandora, this is for you**

. Trowa dared not to open his eyes. The sight of his barren little white room was becoming too horrible to face. Not another morning alone, not another morning staring at the ceiling, not another morning of being force fed the same bland, gray mushy food. No more, he didn't want to do this anymore.

The worst part of it was, he couldn't even remember how long he'd been there. Four days was his guess, but it felt like it could have been a year. A year. Trowa opened his eyes. A year, here. He couldn't even begin to imagine.

"Good morning to you," a sing-song voice floated into his room. Trowa turned his eyes toward the door, knowing exactly who'd be there. It was the beautiful young nurse from before, the one who had been behind the desk when he first arrived. He wanted to greet her, as she did him each day, but of course he wasn't able to. Trowa quickly learned that her name was Isabella, and that she had just completed nursing school and Moscow only three months before. Her job in the hospital was to work the desk and assist Mara with all her patients. Each morning, Isabella would feed Trowa, then help him with something she referred to as the "leggy workout." She'd help him move his legs up and down, back and forth and all around to make sure they didn't become weak from dystrophy and so that maybe he could learn how to walk again.

Trowa didn't at all mind Isabella. She was very sweet, kind, bubbly and talkative. Her real downside was that she reminded him so much of Quatre it was almost painful. Trowa closed his eyes again, trying to fight back his tears. Isabella had already seen him cry twice, and both times she acted as if nothing was wrong, she'd only wordlessly dabbing his tears away. But today, she felt it necessary to say something.

"I wish you wouldn't cry, dear," she called him dear, he had no idea why, "it makes me so sad. You know, I've never seen you smile. You want to smile for me?"

Blinking through his tears, Trowa could only see a mess of blonde hair and a pair of sapphire eyes. Again he was confronted with the memory of his dear friend.

"I recognize those tears," her voice cooed, "those are tears over a lost love, am I right?" And she was right. Trowa felt his heart sink so deeply into his chest, it almost made him ill to hear those words. Quatre was lost to him, he was never going to get to see him again. He was going to see his smiling face again, felt his soft touch, hear his kind voice. He was never going home again.

A new set of tears were let loose, Isabella only quietly wiped them away, fearing more words would upset him again.

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The afternoon eventually found it's way to Quatre's room, warm beams of pure daylight streaked across the hardwood floors and over his angelic face. His eyes fluttered for a moment, confused as to what day it was, or even where he was. His glasses were on askew, and adjusting them properly he found a book open on his lap.

"Must have dozed off," he whispered to no one in particular. A quick draft rushed in through the open screen doors, and all the pages of the book flipped from front to back in two seconds, then Quatre closed it and placed it on his nightstand. For a moment he was puzzled, not being able to remember when he'd last opened the screen doors. There was a chance he'd opened them to let in a little extra sunshine while he was reading, but, on such a windy day......

Another quick breeze ripped through the room and brought Quatre's attention to a slip of billowing paper beneath his book. Carefully, he lifted the book and pulled it out.

The paper was neatly typed out, the top of it read: "I know you've been wanting this. Go find Trowa." Below, it listed detailed instructions and a somewhat decent map. For a moment Quatre couldn't even move. His throat tightened and his limbs became weighted with lead. Any remnants of his fatigue was quickly melting away. He could finally find Trowa, he could bring his friend home.

When the shock subsided, Quatre leapt from his bed and threw on the first pair of clothes he could find. He gathered all the money he could from around his room and crammed it all into his pockets and his previously packed suitcases by his door. It all happened so quickly, he didn't even notice the second piece of paper beneath the first.

There was no one he could see in the house, which was rather suspicious because it was the middle of the afternoon, but Quatre had no time to worry about it. He also didn't have the time to seek out Wufei to thank him. He had to go, he had to get Trowa, now.

Running, out the door, he screamed a "thank you" to whoever could hear him, then he was on his way.

Wufei and Duo though were only upstairs in Duo and Heero's bedroom.

"I haven't seen him in days," Duo said roughly from behind his magazine.

"Well, that's because you've been avoiding him," said Wufei.

"Then why ask me where he is? You're the only person in this house who makes any contact with him. If you can't find him, we might as well assume he's dead. Then again, we may not be so lucky."

"You know Duo," Wufei sighed, "you really need to stop this. If you weren't so busy having a little hissy fit you may actually be of some use right now."

"Why do you want him anyway?" Duo cocked an eyebrow.

"I needed to ask him a few questions this morning, I couldn't find him but at the time I didn't consider it a big deal. I thought maybe he went to the store or something. But it's near four now and I still haven't seen him."

"Have you checked Quatre's room," Duo said, "maybe he stole him away too and is dumping the body somewhere..."

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Wufei grunted, "and yes I did check Quatre's room and he is asleep safe and sound in his bed."

A muffled "thank you," came from downstairs just as Wufei closed his mouth.

"The hell was that?" Duo got up from his spot on the bed.

"Sounded like Quatre.." Wufei whispered to himself.

"Safe and sound in his bed, eh?"

The two immediately dashed downstairs, but found the entire house deserted. They both called for Quatre, but he never answered back.

"You think he left?" Duo asked, heading down towards Quatre's room.

"Where would he have gone to?" Wufei followed. "He's still pretty weak."

"Check this out," Duo took a piece of paper off Quatre's nightstand, "it was under his book. It looks like a note, and it's signed by Heero!"

"Well, read it!" Wufei exclaimed anxiously.

"Dear Quatre. I wish I could apologize to you face to face, but I'm afraid I'm not much of a man, not much of a leader either. I hate to admit it, but I just don't know what to do anymore. I was wrong, I deceived you, I deceived all of you, and now I've painted myself into a corner with no one to turn to. Duo doesn't love me anymore." Duo paused for a moment and took a breath. "and Wufei, the only person who I ever felt respected me now pities and looks down on me. And you, the most kind and patient of all of us, I don't even really need to say anything. Our relationship will never be the same, I know this, but I want to try and make up for what I've done. I've not only ruined your life, but Trowa's as well. With this note I left instructions on how to find him. I sorry I can't do more than that.

As for me, I'm leaving. Tell Duo and Wufei for me. I wish I could apologize to them too, but this alone is hard enough. At the very least, could you tell Duo that I still love him and that I'll miss him everyday I'm away, just as I've missed him every night I slept on the couch alone." Duo dropped the note, visible tears forming in his eyes. He fell onto the bed and began to sob as if he'd never in his life been allowed to cry. Wufei picked up the discarded paper and finished it up.

"I wish I could do it myself, but, I don't deserve to speak to him. Hopefully in my absence I will find myself, and hopefully in my absence Duo will find someone better suited for him, someone who can love him the way he should be loved.

I can't believe I'm saying all this to you, but it's time I stop hiding my feelings. If I hadn't been such a selfish, pigheaded jerk none of this would have happened. So, forgive me please, that's all I can ask. Good luck. Heero Yuy."

The room was silent for a moment as Duo wiped away his few remaining tears. Wufei went and got him a tissue, and after blowing his nose he finally said softly, "He loved me just fine."

"And you love him too?" Wufei asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know I do," Duo laughed a bit, "I can't believe he did this."

"I knew it was going to happen eventually, I just didn't see it all going down like this."

"I wish he was here," Duo's voice quivered, "I want to tell him I love him, that I'm sorry I was so mean to him. All I ever wanted was to see his good side, I always knew it was there. I tried to long to coax it out of him, and right when he's on the verge to break I do this to him."

"He'll come back," Wufei sighed, "and you two can go back to normal."

"And until then?"

"We wait."

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Heero crammed a little torn bit of paper into his pocket as he stepped out of the phone booth. It was done now. The paper had held the number of the hospital in Izolda. He told them who he was and that the patient he had dropped off was going to be picked up again by a blonde boy by the name of Quatre Winner. He also left Quatre a special message that he was to receive when he got to the hospital.

It was only a few more blocks to the airport, so Heero didn't both getting himself a taxi. He had a lot on his mind anyway, and the walking helped relaxed him. Over and over again in his mind played the events of the last month or so. Everything from Trowa's capture to now, every second, every moment, every detail was carefully replaying itself over and over again. Heero wondered it he'd ever be able to escape the pain and shame of it all. His only hope was to right his wrongs now, and try to make up for what he'd done.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a single ticket to France.