Authors Notes:
To DragonCTYay!!! You reviewed me. I read all of Boot Camp and I really enjoyed it. I think I reviewed you anonymously way back when you first started . I'm sorry I killed WuFei right away. That tweren't how it was s'posed to go. That's a lie. That's how it was supposed to go. Originally I was making this a one shot where Quat is writing a letter to Duo. In it you discover that Quat got together with WuFei because Wu quits the Preventers while Trowa joined. Trowa dies in a mission and Quatre "realizes" not being with someone doesn't make it hurt any less. WuFei goes back to Preventers and gets killed saving the ppls in the building. Quatre then apologizes for being morose and difficult for the last couple of years and then you find out he commit suicide. Then I came to my senses and realized I hate sad stories LoLs. Anyways, I'm glad your curious and I hope you keep reading and reviewing MUAH

To DarkAnger: Thanks you so much for the compliment. I was scared that I didnae do so good. IMO, anytime somebody sticks and original character in a fic, the story runs a risk of losing focus. I ain't a fan o' that either so I'll be careful not tae do it. Please inform me if I do. I'm also glad you like the setup, so I'll tell you straight up I can't take credit for it. In this old-ish Indian movie a mother writes a really long letter to her daughter Anjali. The movie is called Kuch Kuch Hota Hae & you can find it with English subtitles. You're also right about some stuff in the letter. I know Quatre is looking for absolution but I don't think any parent would talk about their sex life with their child…or rather, parents shouldn't. Anyways, without further ado, here is the next chapter!

1x2, 3x4, past 5x4 and 5+3

Disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing
I don't own Emilio's
I don't own the warning but please heed that too!!!

Warnings
ahem the following program may contain scenes of violence, coarse language and nudity intended for adult audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter 2

Where to Begin

"Anything yet?" Duo asked somberly.

"Hn"

"Heero" Duo said softly and began to rub Heero's shoulders. During the war this gentle approach would have been courting death–or at least a sound thrashing. But now, Heero leaned into the touch oh-so-slightly, welcoming the warmth of Duo's hands. During the war Duo couldn't interpret the various sounds and non-sounds Heero made. But now, Duo knew that this particular 'hn' meant 'maybe, but I don't want to get your hopes up'.

"Do you suppose that Quatre's letter might contain his coordinates?" Heero leaned against Duo's belly, relinquishing his puttering on the keyboard. Duo chortled and gently wrapped his arms Heero. These moments of Heero's silliness were becoming more and more often, and Duo cherished every single one of them. Even the question was rhetorical, Duo gave a responded.

"That letter was written eight years ago, lover. I'm pretty sure that Quat didn't know where he would be. What's up, love?" Duo let go of Heero and spun the chair around so that they could speak face to face. To the undiscerning eye, Heero's face still had the emotional variation of a rock, but to anyone close to Heero; his face spoke volumes.

"I've taken time off the Preventers…with Une's blessing."

"So we have a lead then. I'll call Ishk's school and tell them she won't be in for a while and–"

"It's–it's not a real solid lead. I couldn't find Quatre."

"Oh…so where're we headed 'Ro? You do know it's 'we' right? I thought we broke you of your martyr complex, but if we didn't I'll follow you anyways and Ishk is a smart girl and she'll–"

"Stop Duo. Yes, I know it's we. Just don't get disappointed."

"Where. Are. We. Going?"

"L3. "

"Oh?"

"I found a detective for the local officers named Triton Bloom."

"Hello tall, dark and handsome? What say you and I grab dinner together?" Laughing brown eyes asked verdant green ones. Triton Bloom, or rather, Trowa Barton looked at his boyfriend and current detective partner. He was always careful to make the distinction that the deceivingly handsome young gentlemen beseeching him was his boyfriend and not lover. A rather large part of him realized that this was because he found the term 'lover' far more personal and he only thought of one person as his lover. Unfortunately, that was neither her nor there Sunny waited for his positive response.

When Trowa made himself a new life on L3 he had the fortuitous–or is it the opposite?–coincidence of walking into a gang fight. As a result of his soldier cum gundam pilot training, he had a hand in apprehending both the violent parties. He was then invited to join the local task force. After some contemplation, and the realization that he truly had nothing better to do, he set forth forging a new/old identity and became a detective. To make the new life more believable, he even went through the whole arduous task of training in a police academy. He even faked having difficulty on some occasions, which was more difficult than it used to be. The master espionage infiltrator of the gundam boys (boys no longer) was losing his touch.

In any case, the Police Academy came along with Sunny. There was something charming about the young Korean man. Well, he looked young, but that's what it's like with Asians. In actuality, Yeong HyunSun was just a year younger than himself. Perhaps it was the aura and the ever present optimism. Trowa had agreed to see Sunny casually for he thought that something about Sunny reminded him of Quatre. What he soon came to realize, though, was that Sunny was sorely lacking.

Upon his graduation from the police academy, Sunny had asked for Trowa as a partner. Sunny was granted this with a snort of derision, but was granted it none the less. This seemed awfully unprofessional to Trowa, but he ignored it thinking, 'If it were Quatre just joining the Preventers, I'd want him as my partner. And, why not? On the occasional missions that Duo & Heero were together, it worked out fine for them.' Later, he found that Sunny, while earnest and hard-working, was not quite as intelligent as Quatre. As a matter of fact, Sunny wasn't quite as intelligent as anyone. What he did have, in abundance, was sheer dumb luck. He had so much of it that in fact, it could be called a skill.

Sunny turned out to be so much not like Quatre, that Trowa found himself thinking of Quatre every second of everyday. Not that he wasn't before, it was just that…it was just nothing. He stuck with Sunny because Sunny kept his memories of Quatre fresh and alive. It was a truly horrible reason for staying with somebody, but their casual relationship never really seemed to bother Sunny, and Quatre…

Quatre was a whole other kettle of fish.

"Of course, we'll go to Emilio's as soon as I finish this report."

"I'm counting on it, doll face." And with a peck on the cheek, off Sunny went to collect their assorted things so that they could swiftly leave.

Trowa diligently proceeded to work through the report, but there was something in the back of his mind, in the back of his very being that said today would be an 'important' day. That little niggle of something – call it premonition, if you will – distracted Trowa so much that he eventually gave up on the report entirely. Saving the file, he went of in search of Sunny and his car keys. Sunny was rather frustrating like that…taking all of Trowa's things.

Emilio's, Sunny's favourite restaurant, was as darling as ever in all its funky glory. Trowa too usually enjoyed the ambience of Emilio's, but was now rather distracted. That earlier niggle of premonition Trowa had felt, was now a full blown sense of paranoia.

As Trowa was leaving the station, with Sunny hanging off his arm, he noticed a rather familiar looking silver vehicle. It was familiar but not quite so. It was innocuous enough just sitting there, parked outside the police station. It was only when Trowa realized that the silver car surreptitiously followed him to the restaurant that car became suspicious. Then, what made it especially suspicious was that the car had tinted windows and just parked outside the restaurant, in plain sight. No one exited the car to come in. It was just waiting there for the last thirty minutes of eating and Sunny talking.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, when finally the back door opened to reveal a rather portly young lady. Other than this young lady's weight, she was rather non-descript, and even the weightiness could be an asset in espionage. Her face was ageless, her nationality was of a mix of something…anything really, her hair was neither too short nor too long and just a simple shade of brown. People would look at her and think 'pushover.' Of course, first impressions can always be deceiving.

Once she stepped out of the car, her strides ate up the earth. Even though her posture was lacking, she walked as though she were important. His opinion of her changed even more when she walked into the restaurant and pleasantly greeted the host. Suddenly she was standing with her back straight and chin parallel to the floor. She had a certain soft politeness as well as an aloof quality about her. She spoke volumes to him without a word.

I didn't really surprise him when her powerful steps led to his table, nor did it surprise him that she smiled sweetly and politely to be noticed by the onward chattering Sunny.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bloom. Could I please have a word with you?" The girl asked polite but firm. Her voice was calming but also forgettable. Trowa began to worry.

"Who is she? You been having love children without me doll?" Sunny said in his usual bright manner, "You can speak in front of me sweetie. Big old Triton won't really mind." Sunny then added with ice the size Antarctica. Trowa decided nodding in acquiescence was the best course of action.

"Very well, Mr. Bloom. Eleven years ago, you and your partner rescued me. It was your mission. You left promptly after." The young lady gave a meaningful look with her bland brown eyes.

"I don't remember that. It must be another Mr. Bloom, Tro-iton and I didn't even know each other back then let alone be partners." Sunny interjected and was about to continue but Trowa silenced him with a raised hand.

"Thank you for saving me, but I need your help again. Please, I need you to help me find my mother."

"Is Wufei in the car?" Trowa asked somberly after a moment of silence.

"No."

"If you found him, I'm certain he'd be obliged to help. He would also have more resources than myself. I'm sorry but I respectfully decline."

"He can't help me. My father's dead and – "

"Why can't he help you did he say as such?"

"My father is dead and this pertains directly to you since – "

"I'm sorry your father is dead, but WuFei Chang can help you find your mother."

"No, sir, he can't. My name is Change Ishika. My father, Chang WuFei is dead. And my mother went to find you after his death."

Trowa sat as still as stone. He never knew…when was this. he stared without seeing the young lady in front of him…and then it occurred to him. He just had to know.

"Who was your mother?"

"My mother is Quatre Raberba Winner." She…Ishika said looking at Trowa as though she could see into his soul. Trowa was stunned into silence. A million thoughts ran through his head: When? How? Why? Why?Why?

"Mr. Bloom, I think we should take a walk. Preferably, without your current partner." Ishika said pointedly, breaking into Trowa's barrage of thoughts. Silently, and without conscious thought, Trowa stood to leave. Ishika smiled up at Trowa as they left, so involved with each other that neither of them noticed that Sunny silently seethed and stayed behind. Neither of them noticed how this silence was out of character for Sunny. And most importantly, neither of them noticed that Sunny's demeanour changed as he whispered, "Fuck."

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WOOHOO. Finally pumped this out. I wanted to put more in here but really don't have the time. But I will still be updating. I hope you enjoyed the chapter guys and I look forward to your reviews!

P.S. Emilio's is property of Jennifer Cruisie from her wonderful novel 'Bet me'

--NawNee