Chapter three- Redemptoin

Ok, I know I haven't written in a long time but here goes, I am back on popular demand!

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Quatre couldn't remeber a single moment after pushing his self destruct button. However, he felt it. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire, like he was cast into the deepest pits of Hell. He could hardly see or hear, but his senses told him that he was going to die within a matter of minutes, if not found. /Why did I do that...? I'm so selfish... Somebody please find me.../ Quatre's body went numb, and everything went dark, just as he was catching a samll glimps of a red and orange gundam walking toawrd the wreckage that was once called Sandrock.

Trowa looked out at the carnage that resembled Sandrock. A small bloodied body of a blonde was laying amonst the rubish. /Quatre.../ Trowa stopped the machine, lept from its cockpit and hurrled toward his broken friend. "Quatre!" Trowa screamed at the top of his lungs. Skittering to a stop, Trowa fell upon his knees next to Quatre's body. Lifting the boy up onto his lap, Trowa gazed down at the perfect angel before him. "I did this to you, Quatre... I'm so sorry, I promise to make it better, I swear I will." Trowa scooped Quatre into his arms and walked to Heavyarms. Trowa's arms and chest were being soaked in Quatre's blood. Carfully manuvering the fragial limp body of Quatre into th eGundam, Trowa switched his com unit to the Winner Estate. Duo answered the phone. "Yo, Duo speaking."

"Duo, call someone to get out to plot 36 lat. and 48 longe."

"What for Tro-man?"

"Quatre had an accident with Sandrock"

"Oh, THAT kind of someone. Is Q-man gonna be alright?"

Silence.

"Tro?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Ok, man. I call a doc."

"No, they'll want an explanation, Just get some monitors and an I.V. I know Heero has them somewhere in his room."

"Right-o, drugs and computers."

"..."

After Trowa had settled Heavyarms back in the hanger and had managed to get Quatre out and into a bed, Trowa was contacted by Instructor H, who had sent a crew to gather Sandrock up. "We'll try to salvage as much as we can, but the current state og the machine is... Totaled. We managed to save the head unit, two limbs, the chasey and some inner workings. We'll gather it all up, take it appart and see whats working and what needs to be replaced. This won't be cheap you know." Trowa had negotiated his way out of costing Quatre millions of dollars when he came out of his unconscious state. Duo bounced into Quatre's room wearing a nurse hat and appron. "Trowa, here is the rag and warm water you wanted, and I got some medical thread from Heero and a needle, Alcohal swabs and some other medical goodies for our sedatididid... Sedativ-adid... um... Passed out friend!"

"Sedatid"

"Yeah that word"

Duo flounced away, happy to have even been asked to help look after something alive, since every goldfish Duo had in the past three months, have all died in a matter of three days or less. Heero stalked in silently. He left a vial and a seringe and left, just as quietly and noncholantly as he had entered. Trowa proceded to administer the short to Quatre's right arm. Trowa set the needle aside and stared down at Quatre, the heart monitor beeping quietly and rythmicly in the corner. /I can't believe I almost killed you.../ Trowa dipped the wash cloth into the bowl of warm water Duo had recently bounded in with, and surprisingly enough, he didn't spill a single drop. Wringing out the cloth Trowa realized something. Quatre had trusted Trowa enough to confide in him about his feelings. How could Trowa deny such a perfect being? Quatre, the very essence of life. He represented everything good and pure in this cruel decay that the people called an existance. Placing the cloth onto Quatres forhead, Trowa looked at his lips. Rose pedal pink lips that looked soft and smooth as silk. Trowa listend to Quatre's slow delicate breathing, wondering if he was thinking about him. If he even still loved him. Trowa leaned down, his lips a hairs distance from those perfect pedals. Trowa longed to feel them. Why hadn't he realized beforhand? Trowa could feel Quatre's sweet breath on his lips. Trowa, shaking his head, stood up straight. Gathering his needle and thread, he began to sew Quatre back together again.

Surprisingly, his wounds weren't as terible as once thought. Fifty-eight stitches covered his chest and abdomin, twelve to both arms, and only six to one leg. Trowa stayed in the room with Quatre, stroking his hair, feeling ever fine strand on his fingertips like gold spun to silk. Trowa took in every detain about Quatre. His creamy smooth skin, his delicate features. He was an angel, if angels even existed. If angels didn't exist, then what was laying before him in this perfected state of bliss that was Quatre's life. Quatre stirred. A soft moan escaping his lips. His eyes opened and met Trowa's instantly. "T... Trowa...?" Quatre moved his elbows under him, sitting himself up. "Quatre, please lay back down..." Trowa moved and placed his hand under the soft truffs of gold at the nape of Quatre's neck. Their eyes came into a meeting stare of emerald jewels and glimmering aqua ocean. "Trowa..." Quatre wispered. "Shh... It's alright now, I'm here Quatre." Trowa's lips came close to Quatre's. "I..." Quatre started, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "I know..." Trowa said softly. "I love you, Quatre." His words were followed by his lips pressing to Quatre's in a soft bliss that could only be descibed as perfect. Trowa's hand came to cup Quatre's cheek as Quatre's arms came to circle Trowa's shoulders. The world was a haze. They didn't even notice Duo bound in and out. They were simply at peace in one anothers arms. Trowa Parted away slowly and stared down at his new found lover. "Quatre... will you be mine?" Quatre's eyes lit up, and a soft smile crossed his lips. "Yes Trowa..." Trowa them smiled. He truly smiled.