Author's Note: Hey this is my first fic in forever, my first gundam wing fic and my first yaoi fic. So any constructive criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.

Rating doesn't apply till later.

Warning: YAOI

Italics are thoughts.

Chapter One: The World Turn Upside Down

The wind blew gently tossing the hair that usually covered his right eye to the side. Trowa Barton, the third of the ex-Gundam pilots now turned Preventers, stood awkwardly on the front porch of a certain Quatre Raberba Winner. He continued to stare at the doorbell, as he had been doing for the past ten minutes without ringing it. His insides were bubbling with nervousness and a slight feeling of queasiness.

Trowa knew how it would go, how he would finally tell Quatre how he felt about him. About how he loved him. It had taken him a year after the war, of adjusting to life to admit his feelings to himself and now he was finally ready to admit them to Quatre.

The five ex-gundam pilots were getting together for one of Quatre's soirees. Trowa had it all planned out and the other three pilots knew to leave around eleven. Trowa would then sweep Quatre off his feet and into his arms…. Or it could horribly, but he was trying to ignore that possibility.

Trowa reached out and rang the doorbell, the sleeve of his forest green silk shirt falling back from over his wrist revealing part of his pale arm. As he waited for someone to answer the door he silently tapped his foot against the stone beneath his feet, his black shoes sharply contrasted by the pearly whiteness below. His black pants, which hung low on narrow hips, shifted with his every movement, as he stood up straight when the door slowly creaked open to reveal Quatre's butler.

"Come in Mr. Barton. May I take your helmet?" Trowa handed over the helmet and gave a small smile towards the butler before walking through the foyer into the tea room.

Quatre's sisters had apparently done come redecorating. The once cream walls were now a calming blue, the cushions on the various couches and chairs matching. The once dark wood was now a light cream, giving the room a much brighter look. The other four Gundam pilots had already arrived. Wufei sat in a plushy circular chair in the corner his legs cross with perfect posture. Duo sat next to Heero on a couch, Heero's hand was inconspicuously wrapped around the end of Duo's braid in a possessive manner causing a grin to play softly across both their lips. Quatre, looking heaven sent as always, quickly rose to his feet and walked over to greet Trowa.

"Hi!" He bubbled, something seemed to have him nervous or excited, Trowa couldn't tell which. "We were wondering where you were."

They both went and took seats in separate chairs, idle chatter began that Trowa chose not to participate in, instead he watched Quatre, aquamarine eyes glowing with happiness after not seeing his friends for so long.

Trowa drank in his image, his blonde hair moving easily, wisps often falling in front of his eyes. Trowa dreamt of being able to lean forward and brush them back from his angelic face, hopefully that dream wouldn't be just that after tonight. His soft pink lips looked so kissable, as they accentuated every word that left his mouth. Trowa's eyes continued their journey down Quatre and across his chest, his button up blue shirt left little to imagination as it clung to him in all the right places. His eyes would have continued their journey had he not been pulled out of this fantasy by Quatre's sudden leave from the chair and the room.

Duo stumbled over to Trowa, "Pst, you're practically drooling over him.."

"Shut up," Trowa managed to growl out before glaring down Duo with his oneemerald eye.

Quatre returned into the room quickly and smiled, "Sorry about that, but I had to take that call. But since everyone is attentive now, I have an announcement to make."

"Whats up Q?" Duo questioned loudly, hoping it was something for the best.

"Well, this may come as a little bit of a shock, but Relena and I are getting married."

A little bit of a shock didn't come close to cutting it. All four Gundam pilots felt their jaws drop and Trowa suddenly felt six pairs of eyes on him as the color drained from his face.

Married? How could Quatre be getting married? Trowa felt his stomach drop through the bottom of the couch, his body going completely numb. He couldn't feel anything but an intense ache in his chest that he couldn't identify. The ache made him feel sick, made the world spin as he tried his hardest not to keel over clutching his stomach.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Duo regain his composure enough to say, "Uh… Q-man, can you repeat that? I could have sworn you just said you were marrying Relena."

Quatre reply hit like a hammer, "I did Duo. We are getting married, the wedding is in 3 weeks and you are all cordially invited."

Oh god, it wasn't my imagination… Quatre is getting married. Trowa rose to his feet quickly stumbling to the bathroom and shutting the door. He felt his knees give way and we fell back against the hard yellow wall. The room was so cheery and it made Trowa feel more ill, he barely made it to the toilet as his stomach turned and its contents emptied into the porcelain bowl. Please tell me this is a bad dream.

He vaguely heard knocking and worried voices outside the door. Trowa stayed curled up next to the toilet. Finally the door creaked open to reveal the top of a platinum blonde head.

"Trowa, are you alright?" Concern was etched into Quatre's voice.

"I'm not feeling so well… I think I'll head home," Trowa answered weakly, the ache in his chest causing the bathroom to swirl as he stood slowly.

Trowa breezed past Quatre before anything more could be said. He walked straight through the foyer, trying desperately not to loose his resolve and break down there. Leaving his favorite helmet behind, Trowa entered the cool night air. Billowing black clouds now covered the stars that had earlier in the evening held so much promise. Lightening could be seen in the distance crackling in the mid summer night sky.

As Trowa climbed onto his motorcycle he heard scrambling behind him and the angelic sound of Quatre's voice, "TROWA! TROWA! WAIT!" Trowa urged his mind and body to move faster, quickly turning on the gas. The engine from the bike covered up the sound of Quatre's voice, as Trowa bolted off into the night.

Trowa found himself riding at deadly speeds. The wind whipping back his hair as droplets of rain began to splatter his face. He knew he would have to slow down, but the speed was all that kept him from remembering what had just happened and the ache that had now settled deep within his chest.

Quatre watched as Trowa rode away. He had never seen Trowa ride so quickly or act so rashly, a look of confusion across his face. Slowly he turned walking back to the tearoom where the other pilots remained.

"I'm really worried guys… Do you think he's okay? Why would he leave like that you guys?" Quatre looked up at the faces around the room. Sometimes they wondered how he could be so oblivious.

"Q-man, isn't it mphm" Heero slammed his hand over Duo's mouth before he could say anything. Quatre looked even more confused at Heero's sudden interruption and was about to ask what he was going to say when Heero started talking.

"Quatre, I think that is something you need to talk to Trowa about. Give him a day or so to get over the shock of the news and some times to get over whatever bug he seems to have caught." Quatre sighed softly, reluctantly nodding in agreement. "But… Congratulations. Duo and I will be sure to be there."

Wufei spoke up for the first time, "If you think this will make you happy, I will be there to support you."

"Of course it's what makes me happy," Quatre grinned and looked at his three friends, "Thanks guys." He turned to look out the window, the grin fading off his face, he still didn't understand why the one person who he wanted to support him, who had promised to love him unconditionally had suddenly walked out on him. Oh Trowa, what's wrong?

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Cat