Title: Decisions

Author: WickedGame

Archive: "No Rest for the Wicked" http/wickedgame. ffnet, mediaminerorg, my LJ.

Category: fluff

Rating: PG

Pairing: 3+4

Warnings: Foul language, fluffiness

Disclaimers: I do not on Gundam Wing.

Notes: Written for the GW500 challenge prompt "swing" and character in highlight "Trowa". Beta-ed by Adaina.

It was June and also the end of the school year. The children were now spending their days outside at the playgrounds instead of inside classrooms, and this was why Quatre and Trowa were camped out on a bench in the middle of the day. They were watching kids from behind the anonymity of large, dark sunglasses.

"What about that one?" Quatre asked as he pointed to a dark haired little boy that was swinging exuberantly through the air.

"Looks too much like Heero. Duo would freak out," Trowa commented.

"Good point," Quatre conceded.

A few minutes a silence later and then Trowa spoke again, "What about that one?"

Quatre looked at the redhead girl climbing the slide the wrong way and shook his head, "Not that I have anything against redheads, but I hear they can have tempers. I don't know if I am ready to deal with a firecracker just yet."

Trowa laughed and then went back to kid watching. He played idly with the soft hairs on the back of Quatre's head and contemplated each child individually.

"Jeremy! Jeremy!" a mother called. Quatre and Trowa's head snapped to attention and they looked up in the direction the mother was looking.

There, on the very top of the wooden playground was a small boy. He couldn't have been any older than six or seven, but he was very intrepid for his age. He was balancing on a very small piece of wood, almost like an acrobat. No fear showed on his face, only determination.

"Get down here before you kill yourself!" his mother was gesturing wildly and yelling.

"I want to fly! I want to go to space and fly!" Jeremy spread his arms wide, like he could feel the wings on them, and then he took a step.

Trowa was there before he reached the ground, along with Quatre. Trowa set the stunned boy back on the ground carefully and then stepped away. Jeremy's mother raced towards them obviously stunned that Trowa had caught him.

"Oh shit! Thank you so much!" she gushed before turning to her son. "See? See what happened? You almost died!"

"But it was fun until the end!"

"Go swing," the mother ordered before offering Trowa her thanks once again.

The pair of men started towards their car, leaving the park behind. Right before they reached the vehicle Trowa grabbed Quatre's elbow to stop him.

"Quatre?"

"Yeah Trowa?"

"I want a boy."

Quatre grinned, "Yeah, me too."

-The End-