Yep, here it is, another chappie! I know some of you will think I, well, violated Quatre's character in this fic, but oh well…Please don't kill me after reading this.

Oh, and thank you so much, all the reviewers! I LOVE YOU!

Catherine quickly wiped away the tears that threatened to blur her vision and turned her attention back to the road in front of her. Trowa kept his gaze fixed on his sister and waited for her to continue, while desperately trying to figure out what Quatre could have done that was so bad. His koi was known for his kindness and helpfulness towards others. Even during the war he felt sorry for every single OZ soldier that was killed during their missions. And now that they weren't being forced to fight anymore, it was just impossible that he would ever do something to cause pain to others.

Trowa started as his sister spoke up again in a thick voice.

'Do you remember that last letter I sent you?' She asked hoarsely.

Trowa nodded slowly, an unpleasant feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. In her letter, Catherine had said several people living in the neighbourhood of the circus regularly complained to her about too much noise and stench. She'd shrugged it off as unimportant whining. But maybe, after seeing their complaints had little to no effect, the civilians had taken more serious actions against the circus? Trowa looked up at Cathy's tearful eyes and frowned in concern. The girl turned her head.

'I tried to ignore those bastards, I thought it was nothing serious.' She smiled bitterly. 'But then they went to Quatre Winner with their complaints.'

Trowa closed his eyes. Now he understood how his lover was involved, and he had a bad feeling about what was coming next. After the war, Quatre regained the people's trust, and now he has a great influence on the L4 Colony. Of course the civilians went to him with their complaints. But the question is, what had Quatre done about it? And how come he didn't know anything about all of this? Trowa opened his eyes again to see his sister watching him with a twisted look of anger on her beautiful face.

'And do you know what your fiancé did after that?' She whispered darkly. Trowa gazed at her expectantly, his clammy hands clasped together in his lap, his heart beating in his throat. Catherine pressed her lips into a thin line and threw the steering wheel to the right to take a sharp turn. Trowa remained seated, thanks to his seat belt and his years of piloting HeavyArms, but he feared that if his sister would keep driving like a madman, they could get into some serous accidents.

'First, he came to "talk" to us.' Catherine sneered sarcastically. 'He asked us if we could move the circus to another part of the colony. He promised to give us as much support as we needed.' She glared at the ex-pilot from the corner of her eye. Trowa didn't say anything, anxiously waiting for her to continue. 'As you've already seen for yourself, travelling is a very difficult matter on this colony, especially now that it's only in the beginning of the long road to recovery from the war.' Catherine sighed deeply, suddenly looking very tired. She slumped in her seat and slowed the car down a bit. 'He expected us to travel through the desert, with the animals, the tent, our personal belongings and only a handful of trucks at our hand.' Her eyes remained on the road, but Trowa could see the troubled look in them.

'You know how much trouble we had to move here in the first place.' Trowa shuddered at the thought. Two baby lions had died by a sunstroke, and one elephant had gotten seriously ill. One of the trucks had gotten stuck in the sand with his front wheels, in the middle of the desert, and they had to send a small party of three people to go and look for help in the nearest town…on foot. One of those people ended up in the hospital because of dehydration.

Catherine remained silent. A couple of minutes passed. Trowa noticed he was getting hot and thirsty, but he didn't dare say anything. Besides, he'd had it worse before. He looked sideways at his sister's hands on the steering wheel. Her knuckles were still white. Trowa sighed silently. He knew Cathy hadn't finished her story yet, but actually he wasn't so enthusiast about hearing the rest.

Trowa's eyes widened in surprise as someone pushed a letter of some sort into his face. 'Read this.' His sister commanded. Trowa shakily took the letter out of its envelope and unfolded it. He recognized Quatre's handwriting immediately:

Dear Sir,

I am afraid that, due to the fact that you have disobeyed article 43 of this colony's newly constituted law, and refused to move your circus as was instructed, I have no option but to take more serious actions to settle our disagreement.

Therefore, I give you three days to gather your belongings, and then you will be sent back to the L3 Colony. You will be supported in as many ways as possible, to transport your possessions safely through space.

Yours truly,

Quatre R. Winner

'Our manager received this letter three days ago…'

Trowa didn't hear his sister's voice. The letter slipped out of his hand and he closed his eyes.

So, how was that? Anti-climax, or what? I don't understand why lots of people thought Quatre had cheated on Trowa . Why would I bring a hysteric Catherine in the picture, then? Lol!