Trowa woke up coughing. His focus was pretty much centered on the dost that had taken up residence in his lungs, and he winced in disgust as he spat out the phlegm. The next thing he noticed was that it was kind of hard to breath. It was incredibly dusty and stuffy, and the little niche he'd found himself in was just a bit claustrophobic. Then he realized with a start that something was on his chest.

That something seemed to have as much trouble as he was, coughing and hacking away. And every movement was lancing pain into Trowa's chest. 'Ribs hurt… Probably broke a few.' He thought absentmindedly, dazed enough that broken ribs seemed like a minor problem.

"Av Allah, hvad er ske? Der hvor er jeg?" muttered the thing, it's voice choked and soft. Trowa's eyebrows knitted and he tilted his head curiously. That sounded like Danish… his godmother lived in Northern Germany near the Danish border and after spending several summers with her, he'd come to recognize the language. And Danish children usually studied German in school, so he made a hypothesis and followed through.

He asked quietly in german, "Hallo?"

The person stiffened and Trowa could feel his hip bones digging into his aching chest. Yes, his ribs were definitely broken. "Y-you're alive?" the person asked in accented German, "I'd thought you were dead, you'd been laying there so still. Are you alright?"

"My ribs do not feel good and the back of my head aches, but otherwise I feel alright. How are you?"

"A slab of concrete is on my legs." He (Trowa thought it was a he) said softly, "I can't feel them though. I think I may be in shock, because I can see where the rock's digging in, but it doesn't hurt."

Trowa's pulse quickened, "Could you get it off if I helped you to push it?"

"No!" The man shook his head, hair hitting the german's nose, "I'm bleeding, but it isn't that bad. I think it's pinching the veins, so I don't want to budge it.."

"Oh." He rested his weight onto his hands and looked around. The café must have been bombed because the only things he was seeing was rubble. They must have been caught in an air pocket he mused, something that was extraordinarily lucky. All explosions had spots that a support beam or something like it was creating a packet of open space, the problem was that to happen to be in one of those places was rare.

The walls were well built. It must have taken an incredible amount of energy to shatter bricks, mortar and concrete like it was little more than brittle clay. Trowa wondered though if the patterns in which the walls broke were the same for other explosions. Could it be that a blue print of a building could be created to create the maximum amount of air space? His mind raced with formulas and laws of physical motion.

"Are you still awake?"

The man's voice was quavering a little. 'He must be terrified', Trowa thought. "Ja, I'm still here. Sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name earlier, what is it?"

"That's because I hadn't told you yet. I'm Quatre Raebarba Winner."

"Trowa Barton."

"So what part of Germany are you from?"

"I'm from Hannover."

Quatre brightened, turning his head to the side a little. "Really? I visited Hannover a few years ago. I loved the Royal Gardens."

He nodded a little and tried to take a deep breath to shoo away the fog clogging his brain. "They're beautiful, aren't they? I always would go to those with my mother in the summer, they were even more lovely then."

"Why did you move to Israel?" Quatre asked, and Trowa vaguely noticed that he sounded concerned. Why, he didn't know.

"To teach physics. I'm a professor."

"Trowa, your voice is starting to slur a little. Come on, stay with me, you need to stay awake. Have you published anything on Physics?"

Quatre had a point. His words were getting less articulate, Trowa absentmindedly noticed. "Haven't published anything by m'self but I have helped people with theirs." He yawned widely, feeling sleep start to sneak up on him. "Helped some people with rocket propulsion. Helped to configure the s-"

Trowa's head smacked against the concrete, but he was too out of conciousness to notice.

Quatre's heart ran cold when Trowa stopped talking. The fact that he passed out could mean all kinds of things, and none of them were good. He could be bleeding internally, he could have a concussion, he could be dying, and Quatre was trapped by a slab of concrete. He slammed his fists against the concrete futilely, and just closed his eyes. He was going to die, he was sure of it. He could see the bone in his legs, he could see all of the torn muscle, and at the very least he'd never be able to walk again. And when the shock wore off he was going to hurt. Big time.

A lone piano began to play in his ear. The song was so familiar, it hit him deep in his soul and his fingers began to 'play' the part. It was time for the vocals.

"Now I've heard there was a secret chord that David played," Quatre took a shakey breath "and it pleased the Lord; but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth," the piano swelled, "the fifth, the minor fall," he could feel the rush rise in his chest at the chords, "the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah."

Duo stood from where he'd been digging in the rubble, looked at his scratched hands and debated to himself whether or not he was hearing a figment of his own device.

"Hallelujah," Quatre laid his head against the concrete, fighting tears, "Hallelujah"

"Fei!"

The Chinese man lifted his head and looked inquisitively at Duo, "What is it?"

Wufei silenced when he saw Duo lay a dirty finger over his lips and stumbled over to him, listening carefully to a whispered, "Listen."

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah," Quatre broke down and sobbed out a broken, "Hallelujah."

"Oh god." Wufei turned to the paramedics and screamed, "We need help here now! Someone's alive over here!"

Duo scrabbled at the concrete and yelled desperately, "Where are you? How are you?"

The blond froze as sun slid through an opening in the rubble. "Help! I'm trapped down here, I have a big rock that's right on my legs and there's one more guy here, he was awake but he passed out."

Duo let out a deep breath of air, "Great, that's great, you're going to be okay."

Deep in the hole Quatre nodded. "Yeah, I know."