Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I feel that you are not surprised in the least sense of the word. I DO however own this plot. Anyone who steals it, it would be to best run for his or her life, since I have a little Asian boy with a rocket launcher who would be more than happy to take care of you.

Author's Note: I'm also dreadfully sorry for all of these short little chapters. At the rate this is going this story will have fifty chapters. :) I'll try to make these longer.

Chapter 8

Impending Houseguests

He sighed as he once again followed Rashid down the hall. How was it that the man did not know he was back here? Rashid wasn't this careless. He needed to reassess the whole security situation.

After he talked to Trowa.

Quatre planned on waiting until nightfall and the last of Rashid's shift before he followed him. But he had gotten lucky. Ahzim had contacted Rashid while the two of them were talking about the eastern wall that had recently been damaged by a careless Maganac wrestling match. Rashid had excused himself and dashed off. Quatre sighed, counted to ten, and followed him.

And now he stood outside the same room he had been at the night before. Once again Rashid spoke to the caller. Once again it was the same voice from the night before. Rashid had just told him that Quatre had went into the city with one of his sister's who was shopping for wedding presents.

Quatre took a deep breath and opened the door.

Two sets of eyes turned toward him. He caught sights with both of them before turning toward the screen and seeing the pilot who had just been haunting his dreams. He looked exactly the same as he remembered.

Quatre stepped to where Trowa could see him. Trowa's face light up slightly. Trowa never really expressed himself with his face, but Quatre's trained eyes picked up the changed, and he felt slightly giddy at still being able to do so. Quatre let his own smile travel across his face as tilted his head.

"TROWA!" Quatre shouted happily, "It's been so long since I've seen you! How have you been?"

Trowa smiled for real then and gave the slightest of chuckles, "It has been long. I'm doing well and I hope you are as well. I've missed you, Quatre."

Quatre couldn't explain the blush that covered his cheeks with the words, but he turn expectantly to Rashid and Ahzim, both of whom stood there stupidly before getting the hint and leaving the room. Quatre turned back to Trowa, tilted his head the other way and sat down in a nearby chair.

Quatre shyly looked down at his lap before looking back up to meet Trowa's eyes and sighed, "I've missed you too, Trowa."

Trowa tilted his own head to match angles with Quatre, "Something wrong, Quatre?"

Quatre paused before nodding, "I think Rashid's hiding something from me. He's getting over-protective for some reason. That and I think Aisha's going to run away and elope pretty soon. She's been dropping hints about it."

Quatre sighed and looked up, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in Paris. We're moving out tomorrow to head toward Spain."

Quatre nodded, "I'm here in Geneva, but you knew that since you called. I think Rashid's wanting to-"

"Master Quatre!"

Quatre turned to see Ahzim in the door, "What is it?"

Ahzim didn't beat around the bush, "The secondary line has a call from Preventers HQ. I believe something has happened to your friend Chang Wufei."

Quatre gave a start before turning to Trowa, "Did you catch that! Something has happened to Wufei!"

Trowa nodded, "I'll get off the line-"

"NO! There's a second. It'll only take a moment and I can update you on what's happening."

Trowa nodded and Quatre turned to Ahzim, "Patch it through to the monitor beside me."

A few moments later, General Une was before him. She looked pretty ragged and worn out.

"Hello, Quatre, I've hope you've been well. I'm sorry to call to deliver bad news."

"It's not your fault. What's happened to Wufei?"

General Une sighed, "Late last evening I got a report that Sally Po had kicked half of my medical team from the infirmary. Apparently, Sally had been dropping off an update on one of the cases Wufei had finished at Wufei's apartment a block from here. When she arrived, Wufei was lying on the floor with a bullet wound to the chest."

Quatre nearly fell from his chair, but before he could ask, Une told him the answer, "He's stable. Sally put her talent to good use; he'll make it out just fine."

"Who did it?"

Une heaved a wary sigh and the true source of her stress came forward, "Sally thinks he did."

Silence filled the air as the words sunk in to Quatre. Quatre knew what Une meant, but he did his best to work around it, "Was he cleaning his gun?"

"No, Quatre, Sally thinks it's suicide. The trajectory of the bullet coincides with that theory as well. We just don't know why."

"Why not choose a different method? Bullet to the chest isn't very effective. Why not a bullet to the roof of the mouth? I don't understand why he'd put himself through extra pain. Suicide's the coward's way out; I don't see Wufei taking it."

Une sighed, "I didn't either, but Sally's his partner. She says Wufei hasn't been acting himself as of late."

Quatre sighed and let his head fall, "What will you do with him?"

Une took a deep breath, "Actually, that's the real reason I'd called."

Quatre caught her eyes and finished for her, "You want me to take him?"

Une nodded, "Sally's got to be in Tokyo tonight and is suppose to head up to L3 to aid in some reconstruction. She's assigned there indefinitely. That leaves the only person Wufei trusts around here gone...except you."

Quatre glanced at the other monitor where Trowa's face hovered, looking concerned but not knowing what was wrong. He sighed and turned but to Une.

"How could I say no? My sister Hazel is a doctor, and she's visiting me at the moment so that covers the medical issue. I also have a sister living on the other side of town who's a psychologist; so if Wufei's really losing it, she can help."

Une nodded, "I thought as much. You also have that Arab corp. beneath you who can help you keep an eye on him. That last thing we need is for him to be left alone."

Quatre nodded. They exchanged brief words before disconnecting and updating Trowa. The two of them spoke briefly about it before Trowa turned to inform his sister Catherine. Trowa turned back to Quatre.

"I'll be over there tomorrow."

Quatre gave a start, "What do you mean? Don't you have to be there?"

"Catherine says I should be over there with you. You shouldn't have to deal with Wufei by yourself, suicidal or not," Trowa elaborated, "So I'll be there tomorrow."

Quatre nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Trowa. I really didn't want to have to deal with this alone."

A strange look past over Trowa's face as he whispered something, almost to himself. Quatre strained to hear it and was startled when he realized what it meant.

"With me alive, Quatre, you'll never be alone."