Author's Note: I didn't expect Hilde to get lynched for being dense. So here's part 2 of the party.

There is a slight overlap with the previous chapter, for transitioning purposes.

Warnings: Lots of marijuana use.

Chapter 16 – Possible Facts

Trowa's POV

"Hey Trowa, you don't happen to have a brother named Tristan do you?"

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What the fuck? I tense up, and I know that Quatre feels it too, which causes me to tense more.

"Ah." I hesitate, trying to figure out how I should answer her. "No. I'm an only child."

"Weird." She replies thoughtfully as if she's searching through her memory. "You really remind me of Quatre's first boyfriend, Tristan. You guys even have the same last name."

I frown, playing dumb. "Is that a bad thing?"

Hilde continues. "Hell no, Tristan was awesome…" Thankfully, Noin comes to my rescue by kissing her girlfriend soundly.

"Sometimes you are the most oblivious person in the world love," she murmurs into Hilde's ear, and I look at everyone else in the room and they are glancing between Hilde and myself. All of the sudden this grand room feels very, very small, and I want nothing more than to get the hell out of here.

Quatre turns around in my arms and looks at me with his stunning turquoise eyes and asks, "You ok?"

I nod with a sigh and push my bangs out of my face since that was the exact opposite thing I wanted to do, preferring to find some corner to go hide in. "Yeah."

"Ok. Take it as a compliment if anything," he says sincerely, and I know he's trying to make me feel better for something he's not quite sure is wrong.

"I know," I say and pull him close to me in a tight hug, and I feel my stress level reduce exponentially. Though, in the back of my mind I know someone in the group picked up on my lack of mentioning anything about names. God, the last thing I want is people asking questions as to why I go by Trowa and not Tristan.

The group resumes their game and I remain comfortably seated with my back against the love seat and Quatre in my arms. I go back to nuzzling his neck and gracing it with little kisses, which, at the moment, tames the sense of foreboding in the back of my mind. Heero keeps glancing my way during Quatre's turns, when he is sure my boyfriend is concentrating on the board and not on everyone else in the room.

I can't figure Heero out, and it bothers me a bit, but he's acting as if he knows something, and I'm not sure if he's a good enough actor to put on a show of knowing when he really doesn't know a thing.

My attention is taken away from my musings about Heero and back to the game as Hilde hisses something about Duo being a stupid fag and taking all her money. Hilde's out of the game. Zechs is the next out when he lands on a fully loaded Palace and can't pay Noin the rent she is owed. The game ends fairly quickly from there. Duo is out next because he couldn't keep his property due to taking loans out on all of them. Heero next because he didn't have the amount of properties everyone else had because Duo kept sending him to jail. Quatre is next because he wasn't lucky enough to grab all the properties that Duo had to give back to the bank.

It became a death match between Noin and Wufei and while they battle it out, full drinks start to appear in everyone's hands. I guess monopoly is signaling the true beginning of the night because now I can smell the alcohol in the drinks. Wufei ends up winning with a triumphant cry and a gloating smile at Noin, who looks ready to kill him.

"Don't think that I won't hurt you because you are dating my best friend and ex. I shall take extreme delight in seeing you cry for mercy." She smirks and blows him a taunting kiss before downing the rest of her drink in one gulp.

"Hey Q-ball we're playing Jenga." Duo says getting to his feet.

"I'm not drunk enough to play Jenga well." Quatre whines cutely, and I can't help but smile

"My party, you're playing with me." Quatre turns around and looks at me, his entrancing eyes begging for me to help him out of having to play Jenga.

"I'll get you something to drink. What do you want?" I wiggle out from between him and the couch and wait for him to tell me.

With a defeated sigh he says, "gin and tonic." He then turns around to clean up Monopoly so Duo has a place to put the tower of blocks down.

I walk over to the bar and mix up a neat Gin and Tonic and a Screw Driver for myself. I give the drink to Quatre, who already seems to be lost in the simple game, and I hear Heero laughing. "We've lost them for a while." He nods his head to come closer. "You smoke?"

"Yeah, haven't in a while, but I do." I answer, a bit confused as to why Heero is asking me to smoke up with him.

"Good. Come on." He stops by the bar, goes around the back, and produces a baggie, a lighter and a plain glass pipe. He leads the way through the kitchen and out the door Quatre and I had come in. "I got to get something out of the car, hold on a moment?" I stay where I am and watch him. Not for the first time, I wonder where Quatre found all these beautiful people. I feel like I'm the dregs compared to Duo and Zechs. God, I can only imagine what Duo looks like with his hair down, though I'm not sure how big I am on the piercings and tattoos, or is it all one big tattoo? Hum, not that it matters.

Quatre is simply a wet dream come true. Fuck, I get hard just thinking about him. I am pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of a car door closing, and I look blankly at Heero as he walks towards me with a manila envelop in his hand. I give him a questioning look, and he smiles and leads me towards a gazebo in the middle of the elegant circular drive way. "In a moment," he assured me and took a seat on a cushion on the floor the gazebo.

Heero motions for me to sit down next to him and skillfully pack a bowl. When he's done, he offers it to me first. I accept it and take a take a hit. I feel his intense gaze on me, and I hand the bowl back. He positions the pipe to his lips and before he takes his hit he smirks and looks at me. "You're name is really Tristan, isn't it?" He asks as if he already knows the answer and inhales deeply.

I pause longer than I really want to and grimace, resigning myself to telling the truth. "Yes."

He exhales, passes me the bowl and slides the envelope to me. "Then this is yours." I take the bowl and carefully put it down in front of me so as to not spill its contents, but I have a feeling losing a bowl's worth of pot wasn't really going to put Zechs out. By the looks of the bag that Heero packed from, it doesn't seem to be a rare commodity.

"What is it?" I ask as I pick up the deceptively heavy folder.

"Take another hit and pass it back. Then I'll tell you." I do as he says, and on the second drag, I realize this is pretty good stuff.

"It is from Zech's personal stock." Heero begins, as if answering my unspoken realization. "He hired a botanist with a PhD and a research specialization in marijuana. The chic gets paid an insane amount to grow pot for the royal family. Not a bad gig really."

"You couldn't be all that picky in America, or at least, I couldn't be. I took what I could get. Sometimes it was shit and sometimes it wasn't." I smirk and hand the bowl back to Heero. "So what is this?" I pick the folder back up.

"It is a dossier on Quatre's first boyfriend, Tristan." He says and takes another drag.

"Why give it to me?"

"Because I was an idiot." He pauses and I look at him intensely, waiting for more. "I mentioned that Quatre wanted a relationship like the one he had with Tristan and not some quick fuck on the side. And I further put my foot in my mouth when I unwisely made the observation that you reminded me of Tristan."

"I do?" I take the offered pipe back and take a hit.

"Yes. You have a similar demeanor, and you're the only boyfriend since Tristan to treat Quatre as a real person and not some conquest. And you look at him like Tristan did. Same eye color too."

I feel a shiver travel down my spine despite the hot, dry, windless day. This isn't turning out good at all. "So why give it to me?" I ask, going back to the original question that Heero didn't really answer and hand him back the pipe. "Why not give it to Quatre?"

"Because if Quatre's Tristan is really you, you should be the one to talk to him about it. It would be worse if he read through it and found out you were him." He takes a long hit and exhales a few seconds later. It bothers me a bit that he's not being extremely forthright with information that seems to concern me. "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt Trowa." He eyes me sharply. "No one knows that I have the folder. I had it sent to Sally's office, but she doesn't even know what the envelope contained."

My brow furls. "So what happens if that Tristan and this Tristan." I point to the envelope and then to my chest. "Turn out to be the same person?"

Heero takes another drag before passing it back. "Then you better have a damn good reason for pretending you don't know any of us." We lock eyes, and I feel the shiver go down my spine again. "Duo threatened you with me." I nod. "And rightly so. I beat the ever living shit out of his last three boyfriends."

"Why?" That was probably the stupidest question I could have asked, but it's too late to take it back.

"Because they used him and lied to him. All three of them mentally abused him, and the last one more or less physically did. I sent him to the hospital." He pauses and chuckles. "Well, I had to go to. He turned out to be better at fighting than I figured, and he broke three of my ribs." His mood changes again, and he looks me dead in the eyes once more. "If Quatre ends up in my house, broken like that because of you, you will end up in the hospital. Duo and I love him too much to see that happen again."

"Threatening?" Again, that was a stupid thing to say.

"Promising."

I nod and take a hit. "Heero, I can't promise that he won't show up at your door upset." I hand back the pipe. "Like Duo did to Quatre two weeks ago."

"That's different Trowa." He takes a long drag. "I'm not talking about stupid fights and misunderstandings." He passes the bowl back. "It is almost done." I nod and he continues. "I'm talking about genuinely hurting him. Misunderstandings happen all the time because we all interpret things differently. Like Duo took my trying to be sneaky while I worked on a proposal and a wedding as I'm cheating on him. I equate the idea of cheating on Duo with the idea of cutting off my appendages. Which I would never, ever do." He pauses for a moment and lifts a small grate up off the floor of the gazebo and puts it to the side.

"Quatre can be overly sensitive, which means that sometimes he blows things out of proportion. So I'm not going to worry about shit like that. I'm talking about really hurting him. Like, if you've been lying to him about that." He motions with his head to the folder. "And you don't have a really damn good reason for doing so. Then I would count that as hurting him."

I take a deep breath, the pipe still in my hand, and answer. "Heero, I swear to you, on my life, that if that turns out to be me, I never intentionally lied to any of you." God, please don't have Heero push this any further. He narrows his eyes and looks me over. "Let me read over it, and we can go from there."

His eyes return to normal, as I cannot see any signs of him being stoned in them, and he nods. "Fair enough." Heero motions for me to take my turn. "If you want to talk about anything before talking to Quatre about things then feel free to drop by. Give us a call first."

I nod, take my turn and hand the pipe back to Heero who proceed to knock the charred contents into the hole and pack a new one. I let my mind wander while he does. I can't say I'm thrilled about the situation I have found myself in, but at the same time, I can't walk away from Quatre. God, I have never felt so close to anyone in my life, except for maybe Kat, but even then…

I run my hands through my hair, and Heero chuckles. "Chill Trowa. You're not in any danger of getting your ass kicked yet. So relax and enjoy. The fun hasn't even begun yet. Wait 'til Wufei gets going. He's probably the most amusing person here."

I breathe a breath of relief at the topic change and look at Heero skeptically. "Duo and Quatre I can see, but Wufei?"

"I know, odd isn't it?" He lights the contents of the bowl and inhales. "Wufei was raised by very strict and traditional parents. He was married by the age of fifteen to a woman four years his junior. He tends to have problems reconciling his traditional upbringing and how he's chosen to live his life. He actually was something akin to royalty in his province, but was demoted when he refused another arranged marriage due to the fact that he's with Zechs. From what I've heard, the only reason he hasn't been disowned is because his lover is the crown prince of Sanq."

He hands the pipe to me, and I cannot help but smile. Wufei just became a far more interesting person.

"So, when he smokes and has a few drinks, the walls that he keeps in place for appearance sake disappear. Duo and Zechs are constantly poking at those walls. You've been witness to a few of them actually."

I give him the 'go on' nod and take my turn with the pipe. "Duo will bait Wufei and then Zechs will whisper something in Wufei's ear, which gets him all flustered, and he usually says something loudly to defend himself."

"What does Zechs say to him? He's had a rather explosive reaction the few times I've witnessed it, which completely goes against the image he shows."

Heero shakes his head with a laugh. "From what I have heard, Zechs and Wufei have a very healthy love life. On par with Duo and mine's. And supposedly, the sex is incredible. So Duo tends to bait Wufei with things he knows has actually happened, that Wu has pretended to forget about because it doesn't fit in with the image. And the moment Wufei denies it, Zechs whispers a reminder of the event."

I start laughing so hard that tears start forming in my eyes and Heero continues. "For example, on the day that you met Quatre, Duo and I were making out on the couch in our GLBT office. Wufei mentioned something about the integrity and purity of the couch and makes a point to bring it to Zechs' attention. And from my vantage point beneath Duo…" He gives me a mischievous grin. "I could see Zechs saying something to him. I do know that Sally caught them on the tail end of making sure the couch became thoroughly impure, so more than likely, Zechs was replaying some of the highlights of that particular event."

"That's funny." I hand him back the bowl, and he takes it.

"Yeah." He takes a moment to smoke. "You might want to put that somewhere other than here. I'm not one for hiding things from my friends." I give him the 'uh-huh' look and he flips me off and continues speaking. "The proposal was different. But this is something you need to work through with Quatre. They don't need to meddle in that. If you want to put it in your bag without going through the living room, then all you have to do is go through the other door in the kitchen. Then turn right, go up the stairs, turn left down the hallway, and the third door on your right is your room. First one belongs to his majesty, second one is mine and Duo's and the next is the one you're going to share with Quatre."

I nod and stand slowly, taking a moment to stretch out from sitting so long. "I'll be right back."

"Trowa, you can do whatever. I won't be offended if you went back to being cute with Quatre, but if you want to come back that's fine too." Heero offers me a stupid grin, and for the first time, I can see a hint of the marijuana's effect on him.

"Thanks." I walk back to the kitchen and make my way upstairs. I hear sounds of cheering from the living room as I pass the archway and find myself smiling, but as soon as the smile caresses my lips, an intense sense of foreboding consumes me. Heero knows that I am Tristan Barton. I can't tell if he actually knows I am Quatre's Tristan… hell I don't even know if I am Quatre's Tristan. This is all completely fucked up.

I walk up the stairs and past the doors I was told to and stop in front of the one Heero said I was sharing with Quatre, and I see our bags on the bed. I quietly rearrange a few things in my bag and put the envelope in a now empty pocket. I'll look at that later because I know I'm not up for any deep revelations about my life tonight. I've been so blissfully ignorant, relatively, for the last five years that I'm in no mood to go finding out any life changing information.

Once the envelope is secure in my bag, I leave the room and venture down the long elegant hallway. Two doors down from the room I am sharing with Quatre, on the opposite side of the hallway I see Treize and Lady laying on a king size bed with their little girls between them. All four of them appear to be asleep, so I watch them for a moment longer, noting how beautiful they both are and how beautiful their children are.

There is a slight pang in my chest as I realize that living a gay lifestyle will probably mean that I'll never have flesh and blood children. I've got to decide if a satisfying sex life and a loving partner is more important than having children genetically linked to me. Hell, I've got to start actually having sex. Which I really want to do, but from what Heero just told me, I guess it has been a good thing that I've been letting Quatre decide the pace. I think I'm ready for sex, I just need Quatre to be ready.

A soft moan escapes my lips at the thought, and I quickly and silently bolt down the hallway towards the stairs and down to the kitchen. Once I am safely downstairs, I grin like a fucking fool as our morning shower plays over in my mind. I do not realize there are no sounds coming from the living room until I walk outside and see the party contingent out in the gazebo. I hadn't realized I had been upstairs that long. Maybe my sense of time has been shot to hell because I've been smoking and I haven't done it in over a year.

As I near the gazebo, I can smell the almost over-powering smell of pot and I can not help but laugh. This is going to be a fun night. I resolve to worry about the Tristan situation later, when we are not celebrating, and enjoy my time.

There is a rumble of gravel behind me, and as I turn my head, I see Sally parking her SUV next to Quatre's. She gets out of the car and pulls a bag out behind her. She and Brad both look like they've just gotten off duty.

"We'll be right back guys, we're going to go freshen up." Sally waves to the lot of us and Duo bounces into view grinning like a maniac.

"Freshen up. Sure Sal." Duo says skeptically.

Sally laughs. "How gone are you Duo?"

Duo shakes his head. "Not too much. We just started smoking."

"Bullshit Maxwell. I bet you started last night." She replies with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, but we didn't have that much." He draws out 'that' turns and looks between Quatre and I. "I bet you guys didn't even catch on that your running buddies had been smoking all night. You were totally ogling each other all morning. Hell, I thought you were going to start fucking before we finished our run."

With that, Heero stands up quickly and wraps one hand around Duo's mouth and the other around his waist. "Duo." Heero growls sternly and then yelps quietly while pulling the hand over Duo's mouth away quickly.

Duo turns on Heero with a predatory gleam in his eyes and tackles him, both of them landing on the soft grass outside the Gazebo. I watch for a moment longer as they begin to claw at each others clothes and decide that being in the gazebo with everyone else is safer than being outside of it while the soon-to-be married couple ravage each other.

As I make my way to where Quatre is, I make note that there are five pipes actively being used as well as several bottles of different flavors of soda and several bottles of rum and vodka. Quatre is sitting with one pipe, Noin and Hilde are sharing one, Wufei has one, and so does Zechs. I never in my life would have pegged Wufei as pot head, but he definitely does seem to know what he is doing.

I walk over to Quatre and sit down beside him. "You ok?" He asks with a furled brow.

"Yup. Bathroom." He nods in understanding and hands me the pipe.

The night proceeds and we all steadily get more drunk and more high. I'm not sure what time it is, I lose track once the sun sets and my gauge disappears on the horizon. When it becomes too dark to see, we all wander back inside rather than put the outdoor lights on. Duo skips energetically to the place where we had played monopoly earlier and plops down clumsily in the middle of the makeshift circle.

"Come on guys." He starts chuckling as he talks. "We need to play more."

Quatre skips up to him and falls down to his knees so he is now straddling Duo's crossed legs. He wraps his arms around Duo's neck and I watch my boyfriend kiss him and I'm not sure what I should think. Part of me is jealous, but not really. I think. Fuck it, he's mine. Before I can process any more, I hear Quatre cut through the fog of pot and alcohol.

"Come here Trowa." He calls to me with an extended arm while still straddling Duo's lap.

I nod like a fool in love. Love? Maybe I am a fool in love. But I can't think about that right now, I've got to rescue my boyfriend from the evil Duo. I sit down so that when I cross my legs my knees are touching Duo's and slide my arms Quatre's shirt and around his chest. "Mine." I murmur as I pull him towards me.

Quatre giggles and with surprising agility moves so I'm the one whose lap he's straddling. "Only if you're mine, silly." He kisses me deeply, and I get lost in the feelings that his talented lips and tongue are causing in my state.

I'm not sure how long Quatre and I sit in the middle of the room kissing and grinding, but we are brought out of our world by a forceful shove that unseats my boyfriend from my lap. I think I growl at Heero, who is the one guilty of the pushing, but maybe that was just in my head.

"Come on we're going to play a real game." Quatre rights himself and sits next to me on the floor.

Quatre looks around and starts laughing. "Where is everyone?"

I look around too and, from what I can gather, 'everyone' is Wufei and Zechs, who I can't see anywhere. And maybe Brad and Sally who are making cutesy faces at each other by the bar as they refill their drinks. I think.

"Wufei and Zechs are fucking outside in the gazebo, and Sally and Brad are by the bar." Duo announces as he produces a box labeled Apples to Apples. "Oh and I think Dorothy showed up, and I think she and Relena are making up, with Mark of course."

"How do you know that?" Noin asks, and I look at her and then quickly away when I realize she's get her hand underneath Hilde's partially pulled up shirt.

"Eh, between getting disrobed," he grins stupidly at Heero, "and getting into our room a little bit ago, I'm pretty sure I saw her come in the back way and into Relena's room." Everyone nods and promptly forgets about the topic.

Duo set up a game of Apples to Apples, and we all turn our attention to playing. We are even joined by Lady, Treize, and the babies as well as the temporary satiated (I think that is a word) owner of the house and his lover.

The game flies by in haze, and I have a hard time remembering what card is in current play. It ends when we've run out of cards, Treize being the obvious winner followed by a tie between Quatre and Zechs.

"Fuck!" Duo hisses and bounds awkwardly to his feet.

Everyone turns to look at him. Granted, I'm not focusing well, between the alcohol, pot and need for sleep. "What?" We all echo together.

"Time for 'Ro and I to become vampires." He chuckles while pointing at the bay windows and the lightening sky.

"It's morning already." Quatre mumbles and falls slack against my side.

Zechs stands, pulling a passed out Wufei up with him. "Yes. I think we shall be…vampires, as well." He carefully throws Wufei over his shoulder (can you carefully throw someone?) and walks out of the living room towards the stairs. Then, couple by couple, we all proceed up into our rooms.

Quatre and I enter our room and as I close the door, my boyfriend face plants onto the bed. I grumble, close the curtains to block out the evil light, stand very still when I realize I can't see, and when I get to the point where I think I can see, I strip, find Quatre, strip him, and pull him under the covers. He snuggles into my arms and my last fleeting thoughts as I crash are that I hope I haven't completely fucked myself to the point of losing him.

"Night. Love you." Quatre mumbles and kisses my chest.

At his words, my eyes fly open, and I become lucid for another moment. Lucid enough to murmur a reply. "Love you too Quat." I kiss the top of his head, close my eyes, and fall asleep.