Okay, I made Trowa really pathetic in this one. Sorry! I don't know what came over me.

Disclaimer: Don't own GW.

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Trowa sat in Duo's room for a long while, just staring at the pale face of his best friend. Slack and withdrawn, malnourished and weak. What had happened to the vibrant pilot who used to be the light of their bloody lives, the purity that came along with childish innocence? Never mind that the innocence be a pretense.

His hand reached out on its own accord and brushed a few chestnut bangs out of the sleeping 15-year-old's face. 15-year-olds, Only fifteen and forced to fight a war that the older ones were afraid to face. Why did they have to be the ones to do it?

"Because there is no one else who can." He whispered out softly to his own question, long fingers coming to rest on a pale cheek as he repeated the words that Duo had spoken on a day so very long ago. "No one else who can...Oh dear god." He got up from his chair and kneeled down beside the bed and clasped his hands.

"Dear god, if you are up there, if you can hear me, please listen to my plea. I know I have never asked anything from you before, never even believed that you existed, but please. Keep him safe, lord. Make him well and keep him safe. He has gone through more than any child should have to and he has because of me. It is enough of a burden that I have to live with the guilt that all of this is my fault. Please...have mercy on him. Keep him safe."

He dropped his head to his clasped hands and repeated. "Please...please, keep him safe." His voice became thick with unshed tears, shudders starting to race through his body as he fought to regain control of his composure.

"Trowa?"

Heero stepped into the room and saw Trowa kneeling by the bedside, immediately over come with sense of trepidation. The Latin pilot looked up to see Heero standing at the doorway and his eyes pleaded for the security that Heero's arms would give him. The other immediately understood and stepped further into the room, opening his arms. Trowa let the tears fall and with a cry of anguish, launched himself into the other's embrace.

"Shh, its okay, love." Heero soothed immediately, running his fingers through the soft russet hair. "It's okay. Don't cry now. Everything will be fine." He continued to rock the other back and forth, bringing them to sit on the chair, holding Trowa on his lap. Murmuring soft reassurances, he comforted the distraught pilot, feeling a tight clenching in his own chest.

"Go back to him." Trowa whispered softly. "He needs you. Go back to him." Even if in the meanwhile, it'll hurt me. He made a pull to move away, but Heero's arms tightened around him and held him in place.

"Never." Heero whispered back fiercely. "I will never leave you. I have thought about it and if I go back to him, I wouldn't be following my emotions. And my emotions are telling me that I want to be with you. I need to be with you."

"Bu-But..."

"Wufei and Quatre are going to take care of that. They are going to try to bring him in into their relationship. I have a feeling that Wufei already loves Duo and he just doesn't know it yet. But don't you dare tell me to leave you. Never."

"What have I ever done to deserve you?" Trowa whispered. "I stole you from Duo. You were happy with him, weren't you?"

Heero sighed softly and leaned his head back against the chair, allowing Trowa more access to burrowing into his warmth. "Yes...I was happy. Happier than I had ever been. He had been the first one to break through all my defenses. He taught me how to love, how not to be afraid of showing emotions freely. He taught me how to live."

"Did I love him? I suppose in my own way I did. I thought that was the ultimate love. But it was not. Even though Duo would do anything for me, I would not have done the same for him then. It...wasn't that deep to me. Then I got to know you."

"You were everything that I ever wanted. Everything that I wanted to love and I realized that my love for you went deeper than anything, any mission, anything. Even my life. That night in that safe house, showed me where my feelings lay. And I knew that I had to break it off with him. I had betrayed him one night for going behind his back. And I did not want to hide us. I had no other choice."

"But I didn't think it would end up this way. Everything that had happened was due to the one little thing that I had done. If I could go back, would I have not broken it off with him? No, I still would have. But I would have tried to make sure that I didn't do it as the first thing when I got back, I would have tried to make sure that you didn't get on the base so that He didn't have to rescue you and get caught. But in the end, I would still want to be with you. I...love you. Nothing can change that. Nothing."

He lifted the tear stained face then and kissed him, slow, sweet and tender, pouring his love into it. Trowa responded in kind, desperate and needy, clutching him in a death grip. Maybe...just maybe, things would be all right.

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...and that was a pathetically short chapter. Arrggh! When did I become such a bad writer? (looks at chapter and grimaces) yeeoch. Forgive me, I hope to do better on other. Lost my muse...

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