Warnings: two guys making out
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; I'm just using them for my own twisted amusement.
One Bad Day
A fierce shrieking interrupted the morning's silence. Quatre groaned,
rolling over to shut off his alarm clock. For a few moments he lay there,
briefly wondering why the hell he would have his alarm set for such an early
hour. Even on work days he was never up before nine unless he absolutely had
to be. With no reason apparent in his mind, Quatre snuggled up to his pillow
and started the process of going back to sleep. Randomly, Quatre noticed
that his pillow had a particular smell about it. After a moment or two he
identified the smell, Trowa. That was the pillow that Trowa had used on his
last visit. Warm and fuzzy thoughts moved about his mind as he thought about
his boyfriend. Wrapped in these thoughts, Quatre fell back asleep.
The bright morning light filtered through the windows as birds flirted by,
chirping to their hearts delight. Quatre lay in peaceful sleep until one of
those chipper birds made a mistake and crashed into the window. Quatre's
eyes snapped open as he finally remembered the reason why he needed to be up
so early. Trowa was coming today and he had wanted to be at the space port
to greet him.
Quatre bolted from his bed; he had lost an hour so he had to rush. Somehow
he managed to cross his room to the bathroom with his sheets still wrapped
around his legs without tripping. After five minutes Quatre was out of the
shower and rummaging in his closet. Fifteen minutes later Quatre sat himself
in the back of his limo.
The limo pulled up to the space port after battling through thirty minutes
worth of traffic and Quatre hurried in, making his way to the gate. He was
relieved to find that the shuttle was going to be a few minutes late. After
buying himself a coffee, Quatre settled against a wall in view of the gate.
He didn't have much time to wait, people soon came drifting out. As the
people slowly piled out of the shuttle, Quatre began to get agitated; he
really wanted to see Trowa. He watched as one by one people were reunited
with their loved ones. Then finally Quatre caught a glimpse of his loved
one.
Quatre watched as Trowa came towards him. He had to resist the urge he had
to run and launch himself into Trowa's arms. He put down the urge he had to
run his fingers through his hair, moving it so that he could look right into
those wonderful green eyes. Suddenly those same eyes he was dreaming about
locked on with his, guiding Trowa to him. Finally Trowa stood right before
him, greeting him with a nod and a quiet "Hey."
Quatre smiled, reaching out a hand to quickly squeeze one of Trowa's. Then
he reached over and pulled the duffel bag out of Trowa's grasp. Together
they walked out of the airport, Quatre lugging the heavy bag as Trowa
watched on in amusement. Finally reaching the limo, they placed Trowa's bag
in the trunk before climbing in. Quatre reaffirmed their destination with
the driver before putting up the screen and turning to Trowa.
"You better give me a proper greeting now." Quatre murmured as he used
Trowa's shirt to pull him towards him. Their lips met in a soft kiss that
quickly became more heated. They hadn't seen each other in quite some time.
Quatre slipped his hands up around Trowa's neck pulling him down with him as
he lowered back onto the seat. To busy trying to make up for lost time
neither of them noticed as Quatre's cell phone slipped from his pocket and
fell on the limo floor.
Trowa broke away from Quatre for just a moment to smugly say, "I trust this
is more along what you had in mind." Quatre couldn't help but smile as Trowa
began to administer soft kisses to his face and down his jawline. Placing
another kiss against Quatre's smiling lips; Trowa ran the tip on his tongue
against them. Quatre obligingly parted his lips and deepened the kiss.
Just as Trowa's hands were slipping down under Quatre's shirt a shrill ring
echoed throughout the limo. The two of them froze, eyes focusing on the cell
phone lying on the limo floor. It rang a second time as Trowa began to
straighten up. "No, no. Just ignore it." Quatre said trying to pull Trowa
back toward him.
Trowa sighed as he reached down and grabbed the cell phone. After looking at
it a moment he held it out towards Quatre. "You know they wouldn't call this
number unless it was important."
"I know, I know." Quatre admitted as he accepted the phone. He shot Trowa an
apologetic look before flipping open the phone. "Hello?"
"Oh, Mr. Winner, thank God your there!" Minerva, his secretary, started
babbling. "There was an accident down in the labs. A bunch of people got
hurt. I know you told me you didn't want to be bothered, what with it being
your day off and all, but you also tell me it was important that you be
notified when anything like this happened. The people, head of departments,
have been calling me and yelling that they need you."
As Minerva's babbling began to border on desperation Quatre intervened,
"Alright, alright. I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye." Already beginning
to focus on the task at hand, Quatre relayed the new destination to the
driver. Then he turned back to Trowa. "Why don't you go ahead and head to
the house. I don't know how long I'll be, and I would hate to have you just
sitting around my office bored."
"That works for me." Trowa replied.
"Good." Quatre smiled. "You know I'm really, really glad that you're here."
He threaded his hand through Trowa's as he leaned over resting his head on
his shoulder.
"I'm happy about being here too." Trowa smiled, looking down at Quatre. They
spent the rest of the limo ride sitting like that. When they finally reached
the office, Quatre reluctantly disentangled himself from Trowa. He gave him
one last quick kiss and a soft "Sorry" before heading inside to do his job.
Quatre grumbled as he finally walked in his front door. The past five hours
had been particularly trying, as well as exhausting. Glancing at the clock,
and seeing that it was only two o'clock, Quatre headed to the one place
where he was sure his lover would be. As he walked he couldn't help but
wonder as to why he was still acting CEO of the company. Sure he had been
raised to take over ever since his youth, but still he wasn't really the
type to be evil and businessmany. Mentally shrugging 'whatever' Quatre stood
at the library door and watched as Trowa laid reading. Loving just to watch
Trowa, Quatre leaned against the doorframe basking in the sight before him.
Eventually Trowa marked his place in his book and softly called out to
Quatre. "What happened?"
"Apparently one of the pet projects of one of the department heads exploded
during a test. The areas connecting to the labs are specially reinforced so
that if something like this were to happen the entire building wouldn't be
compromised. However while the rest of the building did fine it caused a
huge mess in the labs. Test tubs broke and there are spilt chemicals all
over the place, equipment broke, and some even exploded adding an even
bigger mess to what had already happened. Everything is just extremely
messed up and atleast thirty of my people are seriously hurt." Quatre moved
across the room to stand before Trowa. "Five people had already died by the
time I got to the scene."
"How are you doing?" Trowa questioned pulling Quatre down into his arms. He
had noticed that the blonde was paler than usual. Quatre laid his head
against Trowa's chest, closing his eyes and letting the soft heartbeat calm
him down.
"One of the workers spilled this one special acid on himself when the
accident happened. It was slowly burning away his skin. The medical staff
didn't know how to fix it, so for a while anyone in the area could only
listen to his screams." Quatre nestled his head deeper into Trowa's chest.
He didn't like remembering those screams. Trowa brought his hand up and
began rubbing his back, trying to help soothe the smaller man.
After alittle while Quatre turned his head to look up at Trowa. "We should
spend the rest of the day just like this."
Trowa chuckled, "Oh, alright but I was picturing something involving a lot
less clothes." He brought Quatre's hand up to his mouth and gently kissed
his knuckles.
A sly smile spread across Quatre's face as he said, "Now that sounds like a
very good plan." He moved, sitting up on Trowa's abdomen. Lifting Trowa's
shirt slightly he spread his hands against the muscles there. Quatre was
always amazed at the strength his lover had behind his quiet exterior. He
leaned down and pressed his lips against Trowa's in a chaste kiss. Their
eyes meet expressing the intensity of their desires. They kissed again; only
this time it was passionate as they fought for control.
Once again their makeout session was interrupted by a noise, Quatre's
stomach growling. He broke away from Trowa laughing sheepishly. Surprisingly
Trowa's stomach gave an answering growl, sending them both into laughing
fits.
Trowa regained his composure first, "I decided to wait for you before
eating. We should go and eat, I'm sure we'll have no problem continuing this
after lunch." Still laughing Quatre nodded his agreement, getting up and
heading to the kitchen.
Down in the kitchens Trowa began making them sandwiches while Quatre set the
table and fixed their drinks. Trowa had just sat down, placing one of the
sandwiches on Quatre's plate when his cell phone went off again. Quatre gave
a tired sigh as he reached into his pocket, pulling out that small machine.
Seeing the caller's I.D Quatre took a deep breathe and accepted the call.
"Hello."
He sat there listening seriously as the caller talked. When Trowa gave him a
questioning glance, he mouthed the name 'Relena'. Quatre managed to get a
few bites of his sandwich before having to bolt from the kitchen to the
nearest TV. Trowa briefly heard as the TV reporters went on and on about
some scandal taking place. He sat there quietly eating by himself until
Quatre rushed back in, done with his phone conversation.
"One of the heads of the colonial deweaponization committee just got caught
attending a meeting for a rebel faction. He had apparently agreed to supply
them with weapons." Quatre sighed massaging his temples for a moment.
"People are in an uproar about this. Everyone is screaming and pointing
fingers at other people. There is a possibility that if not handled
delicately then the peace will be threatened. I'm sorry but I have to go.
I'm supposed to be meeting with Relena to discuss what we are going to say
to people."
Trowa nodded his understanding. It was crucial that peace be maintained. Too
much life had been lost already. Quatre stood there, observing Trowa for a
moment before moving and embracing him. "I'm sorry. We've barely spent any
time together."
"It's alright. I understand, it's your job, just like mine is to travel with
the circus undercover to feel around the different territories for
dissension." Trowa said squeezing the blonde.
"No, it's not okay! You're only here for this one day before heading to that
new touring area. We were supposed to spend the day together. Neither of us
knows when we'll have more free time, so it might be a while before I see
you again. It's just…it's just not fair." Quatre exclaimed looking up at
Trowa.
Trowa sighed, bringing his head down, pressing their foreheads together. "We
both know life's not fair. This is the price we must pay to keep the peace
we fought so hard for. I love you and I love what we could one day have. I'm
willing to wait for the day when we aren't needed to protect the world." He
gave Quatre a chaste kiss. "I'm willing to wait for you."
Their lips met in another quick kiss before Quatre had to rush off in the
limo. He left alittle calmer and with the knowledge that when he got home
Trowa would be right there waiting for him. He truly hoped his lover was
right, that one day he wouldn't need to be the head of his father's empire,
that one day they would all be free. Soon he arrived at the Preventers'
local office. Walking in, he quickly noticed that both Duo and Heero were
present as part of the Preventers' forces.
He only had a brief moment to greet Relena before they were all called into
the conference room. Lady Une quickly quieted people, setting up slides and
passing out the reports dealing with the current situation. Even before she
officially started briefing the room on the situation, Quatre had glimpsed
over the work getting all the details he needed. A few minutes after the
lights had dimmed and Une started talking, Quatre felt someone sidle up to
him. A quick glance told him it was Duo.
He nodded greeting to his fellow ex-pilot. After a few more moments of Duo
struggling to behave himself, Quatre felt Duo lean in close and whisper
seriously, "Are you as bored as I am?"
Quatre's barely audible giggle answered Duo's question. "I'm surprised you
have behaved for so long."
"What can I say; I might just be finally growing up."
"That is a possibility." Quatre admitted, trying to sound serious.
"Yeah, yeah. That idea is pretty much a one in million chanced thing of
happening." Duo's huge smile could be felt through his voice. "Hey, isn't
Trowa visiting right now?"
"Yeah." Quatre sighed, flinching as Une's voice rose in volume.
"When is he leaving again? Maybe we can all get together."
"He leaves tomorrow morning." This time Quatre restrained himself from
sighing. It was something he found himself doing often.
"Oh, man that sucks." Duo murmured, reaching over and patting Quatre on the
back.
"Mr. Maxwell! Is it wrong for me to assume that you are paying attention to
the matter at hand?" Une growled, slamming her hand on the conference table.
"Well, Lady you know what they say about people who assume things." Duo said
grinning and shrugging his shoulders. He laughed off the warning glare she
sent his way before quieting down. For a few minutes Quatre and Duo just
stood quietly at each other before whispered, "Its times like these that I'm
happy my honey is working with me." Turning sad eyes to Quatre before
looking over at Heero.
Quatre stayed silent after that. Duo and Heero did get to work together, but
with their missions they always had to worry about the other getting hurt.
Sure he and Trowa weren't getting to see a lot of each other but atleast
Trowa was safe. Or as safe as anyone could be with Catherine throwing knives
at them. He sighed before focusing his attention on the issue at hand. The
sooner they fixed things the sooner they got to go home.
Hours and a press conference later, Quatre watched as his limo pulled up.
Starved and exhausted he slowly sunk himself into the seat, eyes already
closed and prepped for sleep. As soon as he got in the limo, he jumped when
he felt an arm touching him. Opening his eyes he saw Trowa sitting next to
him with an amused smile on his face. Smiling, Quatre leaned over to touch
his lips to Trowa's.
Quatre suddenly opened his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he
quickly racked his brain for details of how he had ended up there. This
obviously wasn't the limo so how in the hell did he get here. Then the
furniture in the room alerted him to where he was; his bedroom. Then he
noticed a figure sitting on one of the chairs. Blank memory, bedside watch,
and bed rest they all could mean only one thing. Oh Allah, he had had
another episode. He sat up in his bed frantically searching his memory for
what had happened. The episodes were always bad if he couldn't remember them
right away.
Alerted by Quatre's movements, Trowa moved from the chair he had been
sitting in. As he quietly sat down next to Quatre he asked, "Hey, how are
you feeling?"
"I'm alright, I guess." Quatre mumbled. Nothing was forming from his memory.
The last thing he could picture was being in the back of the limo with
Trowa…oh shit. He had had another episode in front of Trowa. The knowledge
that Trowa had seen him at his worst once again together with the day's
previous events suddenly overwhelmed Quatre. Tears welled up in his eyes as
the final straw broke.
Trowa placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder, "What's the matter?"
As Quatre raised his head he whispered, "I don't remember what happened."
"What is there to remember, you leaned over to kiss me but instead passed
out and fell into my arms." Trowa explained. "Quatre you have been working
yourself to exhaustion. What did you expect would happen?"
"Oh." Quatre murmured. He had only passed out, that's all. For a brief
moment relief flooded through Quatre before he realized that he had wasted
more of his precious time with Trowa. Guilt hit him as he thought of all the
times he had caused Trowa grief because of his own issues. He was tired of
being a problem for everyone else. "It's not fair to you…..I mean, just
because I'm so messed up doesn't mean that you need to deal with the
consequences."
"Quatre I told you that it doesn't matter to me. Crazy, sane, homicidal…none
of that matters."
"But Trowa it's not just the crazy. I'm the CEO of a multi-billion dollar
company. I'm one of the biggest public peace advocates. I have little time
and little privacy. My life is crazy and hectic even without my charming
little mental quirks. You shouldn't have to worry about these things, they
are my problems." Quatre cried trying to make Trowa see sense.
Trowa sighed, "Quatre you need to rest. Tomorrow you'll see things
completely differently.
"No Trowa, not until you listen to me about this. I'm not a good person to
be in a relationship with right now." Quatre crossed his arms getting
aggravated with him. "You need to serious- Hey!" Trowa sunk onto the bed,
taking Quatre down with him. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm," Trowa started, making himself more comfortable. "Going to sleep." He
lay pinning down most of Quatre's lower body and part of his upper. Ignoring
the irritated blond Trowa snuggled his head into his chest before quietly
whispering, "Goodnight."
Author's Notes: Please review, any criticism helps.