Welcome back... this would be chapter 8 and I have a new idea to propose to all who are willing to listen. I still have much to cover in this fan fiction besides the fate of dearest blondie so what would you think of my turning this into an arc? If you think its a good idea give me a shout at ok? On with the usual speil... my thanks to miss Sam my dearest beta and muse but unfortuanately the cookie jar is empty so... here. hands her an ice cream cone guess I better also state that I do not own gundam wing or it's characters... yet. So to all out there who are still listening please enjoy this chapter and don't forget to give me a shout on that email address wth your opinions to my idea!!
Insidious Dreams Chapter 8
Quatre spent a fair while weeping in my arms before I decided to take him back to the hospital room that he was supposed to be residing in. When I thought things couldn't get any worse –he- entered the room. The one person I loathed most in the entire world at the moment was standing in the Doorway watching us. As soon as I saw him I narrowed my eyes into a dark glare and my entire body tensed. It took all my efforts to not let go of Quatre and strangle the clown then and there.
Slowly I took a deep breath and forced my body to relax and watch Quatre back in his bed without so much as a word to the lowlife scum watching us. I would have to wait before making him pay for what he did to my little brother. Luckily, Wufei chose that moment to return as well.
And despite that I was anything but glad to see the damn rapist I was glad he was there. His presence put that look of peace back on Quatre's face. It had been some time since I had seen Quatre honestly and truly happy. It was as if Quatre had completely forgotten what Trowa had done and had gotten lost in the sheer bliss of having him here. Perhaps that is what happened but it didn't change the fact that I realized that Quatre still loved Trowa. Which meant one very infuriating thing. I couldn't kill him. It would make Quatre sad.
Damn... so I wouldn't kill the damn man... that didn't mean I couldn't make him beg for death. Nevermind making him beg for death, I was going to make him wish he had never been born. For the way he had hurt my little brother he deserved anything I could toss in his general direction. Was I pissed he had the nerve to show up here? You bet. But I couldn't do anything about it. Quatre wanted him here end of story. So I would play the waiting game.
I looked over at Wufei and he seemed equally angry to see the damn clown in the room. His eyes, which were usually calm and collected, now burned with barely contained rage. This confused me for a moment as he had never shown any particular animous feelings towards Trowa until just recently. I couldn't understand it. Then it hit me. That look that Wufei had shown in the hospital room before. The way he had looked so frantically for the lost blonde when he had made a break for it. It was all clear to me now. And I wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing.
I entered the room hoping that Maxwell had found Quatre and brought him back to the room and discovered a scene that had the potential to become violent laying before me. Maxwell had indeed found and returned the petit angel.. But his focus lay upon another individual in the room. Barton.
I did not know why the clown was there nor did I care. The fact remained that he was there and he had hurt the desert star that had won my heart once already. Maxwell would not let it happen again. Nor would I.
Maxwell stood glaring at Barton, his entire body stiff as his eyes smouldered with rage. Forcibly he took a deep breath and allowed his body to relax as he turned to our blonde companion. He must have realized that Quatre had forgiven Barton and still cared deeply for him. It angered me to know that someone so obviously unworthy would have the love of that sweet Arabian prince. But I kept my temper in check because I did not wish to upset the gentle spirit that I had come to cherish.
"Hello Winner." I stated as I crossed the room. His eyes when he looked to me were filled with joy and friendship, but also with pain and anguish. He had not forgotten the way Barton had hurt him. It finally dawned on me there as I stood in the shadow of the ever-forgiving arabian prince. He felt he deserved it.
I was shocked. I was astounded. I was appalled, astonished, confounded, dismayed, dumbfounded, startled, stunned, and just plain surprised in general. There was no way in hell that the victim could be blamed for such a vile act as rape so how could he have deserved it? It was beyond me, absolutely beyond me.
I was unaware at that time, that the reappearance of Barton was the least of our troubles. We had yet to curb the sweet Quatre's radical nightmares. It was not until later that night I realized the errors of my ways.
It started out as nothing serious. Just some simple grunting and signs of discomfort. Winner often shows these signs of restlessness while attempting sleep so I was not overly concerned with their recurrance. A small trickle of sweat sliped down his cheek and the tiniest utterance of a painful wimper escaped him. Still this was nothing out of the ordinary so I chose to allow him to continue sleeping. He fell quiet after that and so assuming it had been but a mildly disturbing dream sequence I went to fetch Maxwell. My shift for watching over the angel was over and I was going to go home and get some rest myself. I wish I had paid more attention to the disturbed sleeper. Justice has a way of coming back to extract it's revenge. And it was about to sneak up on me. Big time.
