I don't own GW.

A/N: all couples were mentioned in the summary! Don't go after me with torches and sticks!

And a huge thanks to Sivy ^_^ without her, I don't wanna know where this fic might've been at. Probably no where, as I wouldn't have watched GW, but still…

One Little Mistake

Chapter 1 – Troubles in Paradise

It was a quiet, peaceful night, filled with stars and a crescent moon. The lights of the safe house were all off, until suddenly, the light flickered on in one room, and that pretty much symbolized the end of the peace and the quiet. Shouts, yells, and a door slamming, some more shouts, more yells, and the front door opening and slamming shut.  And as suddenly as it began, it ended and silence returned. Chang Wufei looked up from his point on the tree stump at the noise. The new safe house was located in the middle of the country area, and the peaceful meadows and fields provided the perfect meditating place. However, that night proved to be rather noisy.

'Now what are they up to?'

Through the recent months, the Chinese boy had grown used to Duo and Heero's relationship. They'd argue a lot, yell at each other a lot, and, especially at night, scream the other's name. Thus, even though it disturbed him, the yelling did not surprise Wufei. But he was caught off guard, however, when the figure he saw walking aimlessly in his general direction proved to be neither aforementioned pilot. Instead, walking his way was the one he'd never expected storming out in the middle of the night over an argument.

"Quatre?"

Sure enough, the blond was walking aimlessly through the field, hands in pockets and look downcast. His clothes were ruffled, a complete out of character for the young Arabian. And, Wufei noted, the shirt he was wearing seemed painfully like Trowa's new one.

"Hey, Winner!"

Wufei called out, yet no response seemed to come his way. It wasn't like Quatre to ignore people… and the boy's body language was far too closed up and tensed for him to just be deep in thought. Worry crept to his heart, though he discarded it as the wind suddenly picking up. Nonetheless, he stood up and began walking towards his friend, calling him again.

"Yo, Winner!"

Still no response. Wufei picked up his pace and half sprinted towards the blond. Reaching out, he grabbed Quatre's arm, forcing the boy to stop in his tracks.

"Quatre, what…"

The half question was left hanging as Quatre turned around quickly, his hand connecting with Wufei's cheek. Wufei quickly ran all the slaps he'd been given in his life through his head. Nope, Quatre took the gold.

In the seconds that followed, Quatre's face managed to change from anger and pain to confusion and utter ignorance to realization, to guilt. Wufei had to admire the Arab's ability at changing such drastic expressions so quickly. Both still stood there, not moving, until Quatre's voice broke the silence.

"Wu, Wufei… do you, do you mind?"

His voice was wavering, trying to cover his inner turmoil. At first Wufei didn't understand what was said, until he felt Quatre try to free his arm from his hold.

"Oh. Right. Sorry."

They both stood there, and Quatre kept looking at the moon, the white orb's light allowing Wufei a better view of the blond's condition. His hair was a mess; his eyes were red and puffy; his cheeks were blush-red, and tear stricken. Whatever happened, he's been crying. And with a pang, Wufei noticed Quatre was crying still.

"Sorry."

Wufei blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"For slapping you. Sorry for…"

The Chinese shook his head.

"No worries. And from the looks of it, you have a good reason to do so. Care to share?"

Biting his lip, Quatre shook his head. Wufei offered his best comforting smile in return.

"No worries then. But it does seem serious."

His brows furrowed.

"I don't mean to intrude, but you do know it's Trowa's shirt you're wearing, don't you?"

A blink later, the shirt was discarded on the lawn, exposing Quatre's upper body to the wind, which seemed to be picking up again.

"Quatre, I don't know what's wrong with you, but this isn't the way you are, I know you and you aren't the type to sit and weep.... do something about this whether it's talking about it or beating the shit out of someone."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"There's always option number two, you know…"

"Wufei, stop it! I don't want to talk about this anymore! Whatever's going on between Trowa and I is our own business!"

As Quatre realized his mistake and looked away, all Wufei could do was nod. Both Quatre and Trowa were extremely private about their relationship, but as long as things seemed to go well, the other three pilots couldn't care less. Now, however, things seemed to have changed.

"This is exactly what I mean. You're not one to reply so hastily."

Quatre remained silent as he stared hard at the ground.

"Just… Do something. Promise me you'll talk about it, ok? Duo, Heero,  even that crazy onna, anyone, just get it out of your system. Heck, your violin for all its worth…"

Something in his gut told Wufei to keep Trowa out of the list.

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Good night, Wufei."

The Chinese boy was about to leave, when he sighed heavily and turned back to his friend. With one flowing motion his white long sleeved shirt was in his hand, offered to Quatre.

"You'll catch your death of a cold out here like this. Put it on."

For a minute, Wufei thought Quatre's blush deepened, before he took the shirt and put it on.

"Thank, Wufei."

"And remember, you promised!"

A slight smile crept to the Arab's lips at the concern in his friend's voice, even with the frown and the obvious harsh tone.

"Don't worry about me. Good night, Wufei."

The boy returned to the house, yet sleep escaped him. And it has done so until Quatre came back inside several hours later, once again in tears.

A/N: first chapter, and already both are shirtless! W00t! wait for next chappie!