Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Author's Note: Well, our Gundam Pilots are slowly coming together and soon everybody will be where I want them. Forgive misspellings and bad grammar.

Tora Macaw: Thanks for all of your encouraging comments. And yes, I did know Zechs sounds like sex. I realized it in the middle of a conversation where I was talking about GW artwork and asked her if she had seen the Wild Turkey Zechs picture. She looked stunned long enough for me to realize what it sounded like I had said.

Chapter 10

Supernatural Suspicions and Disbelievers

Trowa sat next to the bed Wufei was lying on. Wufei had arrived less than an hour before, still unconscious and they were told it might be a day or two before Wufei might awaken. Trowa, while normally having high regard for Sally, simply couldn't believe Wufei had tried to kill himself. He remembered what little time he had spent with Wufei since he had first met him, and nothing added up. Trowa could remember when he two of them had sat before the fire at the circus camp and registering a deep sadness and some confusion in Wufei, but nothing that would convince Wufei to take his own life. He knew Wufei carried a lot of guilt and a decent-size sense of self-loathing with him from the war and the Mariemeia incident. They all carried a bit of both, but he couldn't imagine that Wufei would be overwhelmed by them enough to consider suicide.

Trowa examined the cuts and bruises on Wufei's face. They certainly looked like they could come from a brawl, but Sally said that they may have come from a fall and suggested that he may have fallen down the stairs in his apartment building. Une had sent officers back to Wufei's apartment to look for evidence and Trowa hoped they found evidence of someone else being involved so Sally would drop the suicide issue.

Trowa's ears picked up the sounds of people in the hall. He heard Quatre's voice as he spoke to the Maganac stationed outside Wufei's door. The door opened and Trowa watched Quatre walk in and move to stand next to his chair. Trowa's heart gave a flutter, but he easily kept himself calm after he saw the look on Quatre's face.

"Something is very wrong in here, Trowa."

Trowa raised an eyebrow and glanced back to Wufei.

"Besides that. Something is obviously wrong with Wufei, but . . . something in this room is wrong," Quatre said, he glanced about the room with his eyebrows drawn together.

Trowa hadn't noticed anything suspicious about the room while he had been sitting in it, but this was Quatre's house. He would know better than Trowa if something was wrong with the room.

Trowa watched as Quatre shifted his weight uneasily and closed his eyes. Trowa took the chance to admire him openly. Quatre's soft features clung to a weariness that had more to do with his work than the situation with Wufei. The effect made him look like a troubled angel. Trowa's eyes locked onto Quatre's lips as Quatre extended his tongue to wet them in his concentration and then began to chew on his bottom lip. Trowa had trouble pulling his gaze away. Nothing seemed to happen for a long time, and Trowa had just pulled his eyes off Quatre in time to notice Wufei's body shiver.

Trowa stood up to get a blanket and halted when he looked at Quatre. Quatre had suddenly gone pale and had started to shiver himself. One of Quatre's hands came up to his chest and fisted against his heart as another shiver passed over him. He gave a gasp, and his eyes burst open. Trowa brought a hand up to steady him as he swayed a bit before planting Quatre into the chair.

"Quatre?"

Quatre took another struggled breath before letting his eyes rest on Wufei, who gave another shiver. "It's almost like something else is in the room with us."

Trowa cast a suspicious glance about the room, but had a pretty good idea that he wouldn't be able to see anything.

"A ghost?" Trowa offered. "You think someone is haunting, Wufei?"

Quatre took a moment to reflect before nodding. "Something either followed Wufei here or it's part of Wufei himself. Wufei has always been hard for me to read, but this is different. Before when I had trouble reading Wufei, it still felt like Wufei, or similar enough to Wufei. This isn't anything like Wufei at all."

"What do you mean?"

Quatre sighed and seemed to search for words. "It's always felt like I was getting distorted emotions from Wufei. It's always been. . .fuzzy-like. As if it was being filtered through something and mixed with something else entirely, but still felt like it was mostly Wufei."

"Maybe he's had training to block your empathy."

"That's what I thought too, and it's not like I'm an amazing empath or anything, so I just assumed nothing was wrong. But this is all different. I'm still getting that same fuzzy feeling from him, but it's almost like there is another fuzzy feeling there, this one separate from Wufei altogether. It's harsher than Wufei and feels very negative. Angry. Definitely angry and vengeful."

"Vengeful?"

Quatre nodded. "I. . .I think it had something to do with what happened to Wufei. Sally was right, Trowa. I think Wufei DID try to kill himself. But he didn't want to."

"You think he was possessed."

Quatre nodded.

"That's gonna be hard for others to swallow, Quatre."

"I know. But the feeling is just so strong. Something in this room really hates Wufei."

"But the feeling is fuzzy, like everything else you get from Wufei."

"Yeah."

"Are you sure it's not Wufei?"

Quatre looked at him straight in the face. "What?"

"The hatred for Wufei. Are you sure it's not Wufei hating himself?"

"Of course it's not. Wufei's sense of self-loathing is nowhere near this extreme. He hated himself for a long time, Trowa, but it's not really like that anymore. I only saw him about a month ago and he was perfectly fine."

Trowa glanced over at Wufei, more so he wouldn't have to look Quatre in the face than to check on Wufei. Trowa didn't really believe in ghosts and such things, but Quatre seemed so sure. . . .

"Quatre, could it be an imprint?"

"An imprint?"

"Someone else's emotion left upon Wufei. Like a lingering emotion belonging to someone else. Like maybe someone who attacked him."

Quatre looked off to the side and seemed to be contemplating. "I guess it could be. Sometimes really strong emotions linger, but that usually only happens when the person dies. Though I have heard of people sensing great anger at murder scenes, and that could have come from the killer."

"Then the person who attacked Wufei could have left the anger you're feeling now."

"Possibly."

The two of them stood there looking at each other. It was very apparent that neither of them wanted to agree completely with the other.

"Explain the bullet trajectory then," Quatre said, crossing his arms.

"I'd have to see the layout of Wufei's apartment before I could rationalize a way for it to look like a suicide. But it can be done, Quatre. I've seen it done."

Trowa saw a brief flash of something pass through Quatre's eyes, but it was gone before he could identify it.

"And the odd behavior? Sally said that he hasn't been himself lately."

Trowa didn't have to think long to combat that one either, "Maybe Wufei felt it coming. Instincts, or maybe he felt like he was being watched. Did she say what he was doing different?"

Quatre shrugged, "I don't know. I didn't talked directly to Sally. I've just talked to Une and then the preventers who delivered Wufei."

Quatre sighed and rubbed his temples. "It doesn't matter what we think right now. When Wufei wakes up he'll be able to give us some answers."

Trowa nodded his consent on that. They were silent for a few uncomfortable moments before there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Quatre called.

"Master Quatre," Rashid's deep voice came from behind the door. "I need to speak with you."

Quatre nodded, not thinking about the fact Rashid couldn't see him, and took one last glance at Wufei. "I'm thinking we might have to put the guard inside the room, instead of having him listen through the door."

"Wufei won't like that. He's a very private person."

"I know, but Wufei's running out of options."

Quatre walked to the door and sighed, bracing himself for what he was going to have to discuss with Rashid about the current security and leaving Trowa to watch over Wufei.