In My Dreams

Quatre walked along the empty streets with Catherine and kept quiet while thinking over how their date went. Cathrine had been smiling the entire evening and felt that the date had gone absolutely well. Not only had she gone to a rather expensive resturant, her date was absolutely wonderful and also cute. She had second thoughts about going with someone younger until Trowa assured her that she would enjoy it for the most part and that Quatre seemed to really be in need to get out and do something. She wasn't sure exactly what that meant but assumed that the blond had gotten out of a bad relationship recently and needed to move on. A sigh came from her as they finally reached the steps of the appartment complex, she turned and looked at him.

"I had a wonderful time Quatre how about you," Catherine looked at the blond boy as he yawned. In truth he thought that he really was destracted that entire evening but by what, she had no idea.

"Yeah, it was ok," he finally said after awhile.

"You look tired you want to come in with me? You could sleep for awhile here," she offered to him hoping that they could possibly talk for awhile before he fell asleep.

"I rather not..."

She frowned at his response, "Come on don't tell me you're not tired. You look like your practically going to fall asleep in the middle of the road."

"Well I am a little tired, but--" she cut him off.

"Then that settles it," she grabbed his hand and started to lead him up to her room, "I'll fix you something before you go to sleep."

Overwelmed by her generosity, Quatre gave up as he was pulled by Catherine into the building and up the stairs. Truthfully he didn't really like the evening they had together, something told him that the whole thing was a mistake from the begining. Now that he was going up to her room he was starting to get worried bout what Trowa would think if it was ever mentioned to him. He quickly shook off the image of Trowa simply staring at him like he would an enemy as Catherine opened the door to her apartment and led Quatre in.

"I'll get you something to drink," she left him to sit in the living room and dashed to the kitchen area to search for something suitable.

"Theres really no need to," he spoke loudly enough for her to hear him in the other room and sat down. It was going to take awhile to convince her to let him leave.

"Then something to eat?"

"No, thank you."

She walked back out of the kitchen and brought a drink for him and her anyway, placing it on the table in front of the couch. Quatre watched her carefully as she took a seat next to him and began to sip out of her cup.

"You didn't tell me how you felt about this evening," she looked at him, staring into his blue eyes.

Quatre found it difficult to tell her the truth, "Well, it was interesting."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe we can have another date sometime, hmm?"

"I might be busy for the next few weeks, to be honest with you," he tried to get himself some time to think about how he would let her down easily.

"Well then the day that you are free we'll do this again," she smiled.

"Maybe," he tried to make it look as though he was interested but was finding it hard to do so. Another yawn came from his mouth.

"Ah I almost forgot that you were tired! I'll go set the bed up for you," she quickly got to her feet and was stopped by him.

" No, don't worry about it," he said with a smile and tried to consider how to get out of the situation, "I'll just sleep on the couch."

"Well if you want to," she was slightly glad about his discission, "I'll get you a blanket and a pillow."

He said nothing as she left the room. A sigh came to the blond sat on the couch and looked around the apartment. His plan would be to wait until she fell asleep herself to leave, perhaps he would also leave a note for her so she wouldn't worry. Quatre nodded at in approval of his idea and soon found himself yawning once more. He looked at the clock and found his eyes were starting to close on him. Maybe she was right afterall, sleep was trying to hit him with a ton of bricks but he fought against it to the best of his ability. Staring at the clock changing times in a slow maner didn't help him at all as he started to lose grip on being awake and soon enough closed his eyes as he fell asleep.

Catherine had walked into the room and started to shed off her clothing and dress herself for bed. She peered out the door and saw Quatre's sleeping where she had left him. A smile came to her face as she looked at his angelic face as he slept and then proceeded to her closet to get a blanket for him. Turning on the light she entered the room and went in search for another blanket for her guest. She found one inside one of the boxes she still had from moving in the week before, and went to the door, turning out the light as she did. Catherine was taken back when she found the door to her room was closed recalling that she had left it cracked open. She shrugged it off deciding her memory must be mistaken and attempted to open the door. Strangly the door would not open for her. It was impossible that it was locked seeing how the lock was in the inside, not the outside. Frustration started to set in, still the door was refussing to open. She started to pound on it, dropping the blanket in the process, until it budged. She stopped suddenly as she felt someone breath down her neck and turned around. Admist the darkness she saw a slight shimmer of blond on the stranger's head.

"Quatre...," she managed to stamper out in a questioning tone before she was grabbed by the other person in the room. One of the neighbors, up late listening to music on his computer, stopped headbanging to his deathmetal and heard a scream that didn't belong in the song and instantly picked up his phone.

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revised version of a fic that was previously on here. Fixed a few things... changed a few things... etc... if you were keeping track of the last one then you'll notice the difference... if not... then good for you.