Wings and Horns

A/N: Still don't own gundam wing

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Trowa was sitting on the bed in the dark. He held his face in his hands, trying not to think that at any moment he could lose his love. He had almost lost the blonde once before in the war and almost died from the pain he had felt. He better not die. If he does I'm blaming You.

"That's no way to talk to God."

Trowa jumped up off the bed. He turned around looking every where for the voice that he had just heard. "Who are you?" He saw a bright light appear in the corner of the bedroom behind the door. The figure that appeared had giant white wings and a gentle smile on his face. "Don't be afraid, Trowa. My name's Alex. I came here to talk to you about Quatre."

Trowa looked the figure over. He couldn't decide if he was losing his mind or if this so called Alex man was actually in the room with him. "What about Quatre?"

"Sit down. I have a feeling this is going to take a while to tell you everything so that you understand completely." Trowa sat back down on the bed and listened as Alex started the story.

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Heero shivered and moved away from Duo's embrace. Something or someone else was now in the house. "Heero, what's wrong?" Heero turned away from his love. He couldn't let Duo see his reaction to this new presence. It would destroy both of them if Duo knew the truth.

"It's nothing. I just remembered I forgot to pick something up from town."

"Are you going to go get it tonight?"

"I have to. It's important."

Duo shrugged. "If you say so. Want me to come with you?"

"How about you stay here with Quatre. Trowa's pretty upset and someone needs to see if anything changes occur with Quatre."

"Alright, just hurry back."

Heero disappeared out of the room. Duo went back and sat down on the floor next to Quatre. The blonde looked paler than before and beads of sweat were covering his face. He bowed his head and began to pray for his friend.

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"So you are trying to tell me that Quatre has been dead for a long time? What kind of fool do you take me to be?"

"No fool at all. It's the truth. I'm an angel from heaven, why would I lie and risk going to hell now?"

"Alright, so if Quatre's…dead, then how do you explain why you look like him but have a different name?"

"That's a more difficult story."

"Well, this story you told me already sounds screwed up. How can that one be any worse?"

Alex spread his wings as much as he could. They were beginning to stiffen from not being spread out from the lack of space in the bedroom. He had known that Trowa would have a hard time believing everything he had to say. Alex laid a hand on his stomach. The pain was returning and he knew that he had only a short time left before he had to return back to heaven to recuperate.

"Listen Trowa. I don't have that much time left. So please try to understand what I'm saying. Quatre has been given a second chance at life thanks to me. He may continue living only if I am able to watch over him. I can't continue looking after him if this… stranger doesn't stop trying to destroy me."

"Wait, what stranger?"

Alex saw Trowa straighten and knew that he was now interested in hearing the rest of the story. Maybe he can help after all. "You've noticed that Quatre and Duo have been coming home at different times of the night or day, right? Well, that's because they help Thomas and I with our missions, if you want to call it that."

"Who's Thomas?"

"You'll meet him soon enough. Right now, let's just stay with the basics. This stranger is like an outside force. Thomas has told me that this man wears a black overcoat and sunglasses. I haven't seen him with my own eyes yet, but some other angels have said that they have. They aren't affected like I have been."

Trowa looked Alex over. His story still sounded farfetched and Trowa began to wonder if this was all some wacky dream he was having. "So what's this have to do with Quatre's condition?"

"He's connected to me, Trowa. I couldn't let him die when I first saw him. He grew up in my house, my dog was still living and Quatre was the one that was taking care of him. Sure this sounds all dumb and what not, but…"

Trowa jumped up off the bed and quickly caught the angel before he hit the ground. His face was all contoured from the pain that was rapidly moving throughout his body. Trowa helped him to the bed. Alex laid back and closed his eyes, grateful for Trowa's help.

"Once I recuperate, I'll be back to…fill you in on the rest."

"Alright. Have a speedy recovery."

Trowa watched as a bright light surrounded the angel and Alex dissipate within the light. I really need to think all of this over. If he was really an angel, then I need to change my ways. Then again, I could be dreaming all of this just so I don't have to face reality.

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Heero stood outside of the house. The presence he felt earlier was now gone. Knowing Duo would ask him where's the thing that he had left in town, Heero decided to go by something that the braided teen would like. There was only a short amount of time left to accomplish his task. If he didn't complete his mission, he would be taken away from his love and friends. If he did complete the mission, his love and one of his friends would be taken away. God, I hate making choices.

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A/N: Oh my gosh! It's been like forever since I've written anything for this fic! I've just started college a few months ago and a new job, so I've been busy! Please let me know how I'm doing, and be patient with me as I try to update whenever I can.