Disclaimer– I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.
AN– First, I would like to thank everyone for reading. I am extremely sorry for taking so long. For a while I actually gave up writing. Just recently I came across my old stories while cleaning out my jump drive and realized that I'm not ready to stop writing. It's just going to take a little while before I get back on tract. Sorry for any mistakes. I didn't have tome to go over it.
Warnings-- Language, characters OOC, male/male, sexual situations

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For a few seconds Trowa stared at Heero in shock. This was the main person he needed to talk to. However, he never thought Heero show up at his apartment. He narrowed his eye slightly for a second. Even seeing Heero in person didn't help him remember anything from last night.

"Well, aren't you going to answer my question?"

Trowa was snapped out of his thoughts when Heero walked past him into the apartment. It took a second for Trowa's brain to catch up and remember the question. There was a sarcastic answer on the tip of his tongue, but Trowa stopped himself. As much as he hated this situation and wanted nothing to do with it, it seemed like it was doubly so for his "husband." Seriously, the guy looked like he was half a second from killing something. And seeing as he was the only other person in the room, Trowa didn't want to push it.

"I don't want your money." Trowa finally answered.

Heero's eyes narrowed in disbelief. He refused to believe that this wasn't a setup.

"Look, I don't have time to play your games. Just name a price."

Trowa grabbed a piece of paper and pen off of the table and quickly wrote something on it. He handed it to Heero who read it.

I am not entitled to or want Heero Yuy's money. Trowa Barton.

They both knew that the paper didn't really mean much. If it was ever taken to court, Trowa could simply say that he was threatened into signing it. Of course, he could end this all by simply letting Heero know that his name wasn't really Trowa Barton. Unfortunately, that would place him in an even worst spot than he was in now so that wasn't an option. Heero put the paper in his pocket. He made a mental note to contact his legal department the minute he left.

"And you're willing to sign annulment papers?"

"You know, there's absolutely no proof that we're married.

"And there's nothing that says we aren't."

Trowa nodded his head in agreement but didn't say anything. Heero also fell silent. The silence quickly became awkward. Both knew that they needed to clear the air about that night but neither wanted to be the first to bring it up.

"I'll have the papers for you to sign by tomorrow." Heero finally said.

Once again Trowa responded with a silent nod. Heero returned it and then left.

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After leaving Trowa's, Heero went back to his office. His hotel was probably still surrounded by reporters so going back there was out of the question. Not only was security tighter here but there was a bathroom with a shower and a comfortable couch to sleep off. He turned on his desk lamp and checked his messages. There were a few business related calls but most were from reporters wanting interviews and Relena. He ignored the reporters and Relena and made notes to return the rest later. Heero made a special note to try to get in touch with Relena's father first thing in the morning. There was a knock on his office door and he looked up to see his uncle standing there.

"I came by here earlier and you weren't here."

"I had some business outside of the office."

"You went to see Barton didn't you?"

"Yes."

There was no need to lie.

"I thought we decided that you shouldn't talk to him."

"The faster this is finished the better."

He had better things to do with his time than to deal with this.

"It probably is. Still, I suggest you play nice with him and offer him a settlement before he makes trouble." Jay said. "I'm heading home but I think you should know that you have another slight problem on your hands. Someone sent a statement to the press stating that you deny the marriage."

"Find out who did it and fire the person. I can't have the PR department making mistakes like that."

"Are you going to respond to the last statement?"

"No. When the time comes, I'll just deny that statement."

"Ok. I'll see you in the morning then. Should I even ask if you need any help?"

"No, you go on home."

"Well, if you change your mind, just call."

Jay left and Heero went back to work until he got tired. He went over to the couch, laid down and fell asleep a few minutes later. The sound of his phone ringing woke him not too much later. Heero couldn't ignore it because the specialized tone told him that it was coming from his private line. A quick glance at the caller ID told him that it was his grandfather. His calling wasn't a shock because Heero had known that it was only a matter of time before the old man called. With a small sigh, he clicked the phone on.

"Grandfather."

"What kind of nonsense have you been getting up to boy?"

"Noth..."

"No need to deny it." he said cutting Heero off. "I've already heard about it, from a reporter calling me no less. That is unacceptable Heero."

There was a small pause where his grandfather waited for an apology. When Heero failed to give one, he huffed in amusement. That boy was just as stubborn as his father.

"Is this marriage a ploy to get what you want or a reckless accident?"

"Neither."

"Doesn't matter either way does it? What matters is that it works out in your favor in the end. You know how the board members feel about you being unmarried."

Yes, he certainly did. Besides his age, Heero's single status was one of the main things the board members used to keep him from taking control of Yuy Unlimited. To them, being young and single meant he was stupid and flighty. Marriage equaled responsibility and stability because you had more to lose when you had a family; therefore, he would be less likely to take risks and gamble with the company when it would adversely affect the livelihood of his family. It was all bullshit of course. Plenty of businesses were brought to the ground by "responsible, stable, married" people. Besides, having a family just gave rivals and competitors a weakness to exploit. Not that his marital status really mattered to those old bastards. What mattered was that it gave them an excuse to block Heero from getting what he wanted, control of the company. They didn't want to give him anything, even if he was more than qualified, because he was Odin's bastard son.

"Although, this whole affair could have been handled better."

Translation: somewhere quiet and not splashed all over the tabloids.

"And with someone who didn't stand out so much."

Translation: A girl. Some nice quiet girl who would produce heirs. And if it had to be a boy, a boy from an acceptable family.

Heero barely listened as his grandfather continued talking. Whether he realized or not, the old man had given him an idea on how to beat those old bastards at their own game.

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To say Trowa had a hard time sleeping that night was an understatement so he wasn't surprised to find himself waking up late the next morning. He didn't feel up to working but the last thing he needed now was to lose his job. There was enough shit going on in his life that he didn't need to add to it. He quickly got dressed and went downstairs. He picked up a tray of rolls that needed to be put into their display and went out into the front. Trowa almost dropped the tray when spots appeared in his eyes as flashes of light went off in his face. Questions were thrown at him and without thinking he answered that he didn't have any idea what they were talking about. He silently cursed as he quickly placed place the tray down and backed into the kitchen. The reporters were going to take that one slip and use it any way they wanted. As if that wasn't bad enough, this meant that the reporters had found him. He hoped that they only knew about him working here and not about him living upstairs. He would never get a moments peace. The owner, Mr. Marco, stuck his head in the door.

"Take the day off. I'll get rid of them."

Trowa started to say something but Mr. Marco was already gone. He stood on the other side of the door and listened as the reporters asked Mr. Marco questions about him.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to leave. Paying customers only."

Trowa smirked slightly when the reporters began yelling out orders followed by questions. It didn't bother him that Mr. Marco was turning this to his advantage. Between the days he would have to miss and the loss of customers because of the racket, Trowa figured that it was the least he could do for costing him money. Trowa grabbed his jacket, hat and an empty delivery box and slipped out the back door. There were a few reporters out there but it was easy to lose them by climbing over the locked fence that ran beside the bakery. Since he lost the reporters he needed to figure out where to go. Quatre and Duo would be in school so he couldn't go to them. A few minutes later he decided to go to the movies. They were running a day long disaster movie marathon so it was the perfect place to hide and think. It was starting to get dark when Trowa finally decided to leave the theatre a few hours later. The movies weren't over but he kept falling asleep so he decided to just go home. Besides, he needed to get all the rest he could. Tomorrow he had to return to school and deal with anything there. Reporters had nothing on nosey, gossiping teenagers. Hopefully Heero would have the papers ready for him to sign soon. The sooner this marriage, although unconfirmed, was over the better.

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Someone knocking on his door a few hours later woke Trowa. He wasn't really surprised to see Heero standing there once he opened the door.

"Good to know you're not worried about the reporters."

Heero ignored the comment and walked in.

"You have the papers for me to sign?" Trowa asked.

There wasn't any reason to beat around the bush. The faster this was dealt with, the faster they could both get back to their lives. Not to mention sleep, Trowa thought fighting a yawn.

"I want to put off the annulment for awhile." Heero said.

He had to be sleepier than he thought because he could have sworn he heard Heero say he wanted to put off the annulment.

"Excuse me?"

"I need to stay married to you."

Okay, so he hadn't completely lost his mind and was hearing things. Anyone else and he would think this was some elaborate joke but Yuy didn't seem the type to waste his time pulling pranks on Trowa.

"It's going to cost you."

Heero barely managed to keep the disgusted look off his face. He knew Barton had set him up for the money. Bottom feeding scum. Never before had he wanted to hit someone so much. Unfortunately, Heero needed to be married to him now. Trowa couldn't believe he was doing this. Yuy wanted his help so was it wrong to take money from him? Probably, but he never claimed to be a boy scout. Besides something told Trowa that whatever Heero's reason for wanting to stay married was a lot more complicated than just staying married and would take a while to sort out.

"I said I didn't want your money to get an annulment. Staying married to you is another thing." Trowa explained.

Heero barely kept from glaring at him.

"Fine, name your price."