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~Tigera

Ps~ Sorry for not continuing any of my other stories recently .;;; ive been having major writers block.....^_^;;;

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When I reassembled, I found myself in a dark room. It took me a moment to realize it was a bedroom. A canopy bed with dark blue curtains stood prominently in the room. I drifted over and saw a tousled blonde head on the pillow. Quatre looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. It was a wonder I never noticed this before on our many shuttle trips together. Oh the many things you miss when you're living.



I placed one phantom hand on his cheek. The young Arabian shivered a bit before pulling the covers up farther. I just quirked an eyebrow at him. If he wasn't going to cooperate, then I'd have to make him.

I tapped his cheek lightly. That didn't seem to work. I frowned. Fine be that way. I grabbed hold of the covers and using strength I didn't know I had, I threw his covers off him. That got him awake.

Quatre quickly sat up. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around. Suddenly he spotted me. His face went paler than what it already was and he began to tremble.

I sighed and stood there, arms crossed, shaking my head. "Hello Quatre. Nice boxers." I pointed to the camel boxers he had on. he just continued to stare. "what? It's not like you haven't seen me before Q-man."

He gaped at me, slack jawed for a few more moments before even uttering a word. "Re-Relena??? Aren't you dead!?"

I sighed and nodded. "Yes Quat. I am. And let me tell you, it's been well... interesting..." I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the bed next to him

Quatre quickly scooted away from me. I frowned at him. "Aww come on Quat. I can't hurt you. Hell I can't even touch you. See?" I reached out and touched his foot. He shivered a bit and gathered himself farther away from me.

"w-what are you doing here?" he asked me, never taking his eyes off of me.

"I need your help Quatre. Plain and simple. I want to catch who killed me and ah....I need to tell Heero something...." if a ghost could blush, I was probably doing it.

He smiled and nodded understandingly. "I see... that makes sense. You know he misses you."

I nodded. "I know. I was at my funeral earlier. It nearly broke my heart."

He nodded. Quatre was quickly excepting I was there and there was nothing he could do about it. "I thought I saw something by your grave."

I nodded. "that was me. And I met my neighbors a little while ago.."

He looked at me confused. "neighbors? What do you mean?"

I shrugged. "well I finally met my real father and had a nice chat with Trieze and my foster Father."

He nodded. "I see... It make sense, sort of." He shrugged. "well Lena, if I were you I'd go see Heero immediately. He been mopping about since your funeral."

I nodded. "Umm.. Quatre? Could you tell me if he has anything of mine?'

He frowned. "yes.. I believe he does. That teddy bear he gave you for your birthday after the war."

I smirked. "I thought he did. Tell him NOT to get rid of it. Its the only way I can stay near him with out needing to go to me grave every few days or so."

Quatre thought a moment. "I'll see, but you realize I can't tell him that exactly. They believe I can sense emotion, but telling them I can see ghost would be a one way ticket to seeing Dr. J...."

I shuddered a ghost shudder. "oh god... that would be bad. That guy is nuts!"

He shuddered. "I know.... he's evil..."

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Later, I poked my head thru the door of Heero's room (literally). I sighed at the site of a very sad Heero laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. My teddy bear next to him on the night stand. I walked thru the door and made my way over to the bed. I had just gotten done talking to Quatre a little while ago.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and laid my hand on his leg. He shivered a bit, but did nothing else.

I sighed again and looked around the room, it was sparsely furnished, the fire place remained unlit. The rooms was a little chilly. I glanced back down at Heero. He was still in the dress pants and dress shirt ,that was slightly unbuttoned, from earlier today. I moved up a bit so I could touch his cheek, making him shiver again. "Heero… I wish you could hear me…. " I murmured softly

Heero continued to stare at the ceiling, his eyes a bit red from crying. He thought about all the missed chances he had to tell Relena how he felt…and regretting that he didn't when he had the chance.

Again I glanced around the room . "I wonder… I could move Quatre's sheets… could I be able to move other things….?" I wondered out loud.

"You may be able to, though the fact that you could move The Winner boy's sheets amazes me." Came a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see Trieze standing behind me. "Trieze? What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't leave your grave..?" I asked him, slightly surprise to see him.

He smiled and shrugged slightly. "My dear, I can't leave for long, but honestly that's not a problem for me, Une and Mariemaia are also staying in the house for the night." He responded.

I nodded. "Oh.. and what do you mean it amazes you that I could do that?" I asked him, curious.

The gentleman ghost shrugged a bit "It amazes me because it takes a lot of emotional strength to move things even a little bit. Not even I could have done that." he says in a matter of fact voice.

I glanced back at Heero. That just gave me some more ideas to try. "I see.... then as a ghost I must be pretty strong..."

"Indeed, Miss Relena." Trieze said quietly. "Well now I take my leave of you Miss." he said with a slightly bow. "I promised Une a visit tonight." with that he disappeared.

I sighed softly as I went back to studying Heero. Was I really that strong? Well, I wanted to test this.

I sat beside him the bed and leaned over and kissed his lips gently, something I would never had dared when I was a live.

His eyes focused from the spot that they were staring at as he sat up and looked around. My kiss must have really startled him because he has automatically when for his gun without a second thought.

I smiled slightly and shook my head. Typical Heero. I touched his shoulder gently, a small shiver ran through him as he stopped going for the gun and just looked around bewildered.

I chuckled slightly, that wasn't a look I was used to seeing on him. It was cute.

Soon he shrugged it off and just sat there for a few minutes before glancing over at the bedside. he quietly picked up my teddy bear and stared at it for a bit.

Then to my surprise, he took out his gun and stared at it. He looked between the two for a few moments before raising to gun to his head.

I could feel myself pale more than I already was. Quickly, with out thinking, I reached for his gun to pull it away from his head. I sure as hell did not want him joining me so soon.

To my surprise the gun pulled away, out of his hands and floated in the air. It surprised me, not to mention Heero. He stared at the floating gun wide eyed and slack jawed as I put it down on the bed. Then I leaned close to his ear and whispered to him as I put my hands on his shoulder "Talk to Quatre..."

He must of heard me because he nodded and muttered "Talk to Quatre, Right... this is insane..." he hook his head and got up quickly and headed out of the room.

I smiled. Everything was working, hopefully Quat will be able to explain things to him. And hopefully... he'll believe him.