A/N: I actually got one fiction chapter done, but I didn't want to work too late on it, so I decided to come back over here since I knew what I was doing. Quick thank you to someone who added this onto their alerts recently, thank you StormyMonday! Thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far as well, Alexa-Voultiri, Cavallo1985, Patriot16 and Truish.

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Andie tossed and turned in her bed, memories filling her head. The worst ones fought for dominance, but the best one won out in the end... though it had a twist this time.

"Don't hold it like you're going to stab someone." Trowa shook his head and gently repositioned Andie's fingers around the knife.

Andie's breath caught and her fingers tingled with his touch. Trowa's hand slid down her arm and gently pulled it back.

"You want to pull your arm back with just enough tension that you can give the knives some force." Trowa squeezed his fingers into her arm lightly, and then let go. "Don't put so much tension into your arm that you hurt yourself."

Andie nodded and flashed him a smile, because that was easier said than done. "Why are you helping me so much Trowa?" She asked as he returned to the target.

"Because Catherine would want it." Trowa put his arms up and gave her a nod.

Andie spread the knives, at least she was up to her final five now, and pressed her lips together.

"Don't look so nervous." Trowa soothed. "The more tense you feel the worse this will be. Relax."

"Are you going to be mad if I stab you on accident?" Andie was trying to keep her smile up, but it was impossible. Her heart was going faster than a hummingbird's wings, or so it felt, and the sweat was beading on her forehead.

"You won't." Trowa assured her. "Just throw them."

"Alright..." Andie tossed the knives, but she quickly became aware that this was not what had really happened. Each knife was stuck into Trowa's chest or stomach, blood seeping out.

Andie sat straight up in her bed and peeled the blankets off of her. She had been a killer, but never face to face. As far as she was concerned, slicing someone's mobile suit in half with them inside was one thing, whereas killing them in hand to hand combat was another. Or in cold blood, that was definitely another.

She became aware of a presence in a few moments, and she pulled a gun from her nightstand and pointed it at the person in question.

"What is that line, don't bite the hand that feeds?" Trowa stepped out of the shadows and held up his hands. "There was an OZ carrier coming close to here and I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"You're supposed to be making sure Catherine gets out alright, not me." Andie shoved the gun back in its drawer and sat up straighter. "Did they come here? OZ?"

"Went straight past." Trowa headed for the door. "Catherine was asleep last I checked, but didn't you want to check on her? She will be waking up soon."

"Yes, I'm going now." Andie pulled a large sweatshirt onto her tiny frame, so huge on her that it looked like a dress, and darted out the door.

Trowa blinked, and then his lips twitched at the corners. She had inadvertently given him a chance to search her room and check her story.

Andie knocked lightly on Catherine's door, and then peeked inside. Catherine was clearly asleep, her arms around one of her pillows in a deathgrip. She was whimpering in her sleep, a sure sign of a nightmare.

"Triton..." Catherine whispered, hugging the pillow tighter.

Andie slipped through the tiny crack and shut the door behind her. She perched herself on the very edge of Catherine's bed, holding her hand. This woman had done so much for her, convinced the circus to take her in, made sure she felt loved and at home, and now all Andie wanted was to make sure that Catherine was alright.

"It's just a dream." Andie murmured, holding Catherine's hand with both of hers. "It's a dream, it's not real..."

"Oh, God." Catherine's eyes fluttered open, and though they looked wet and shiny, she wasn't crying.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Andie stood quickly, as if to leave, but Catherine pulled her back down.

"You didn't, it was just a bad dream." Catherine held her hand, her motherly gene taking over. "I'm fine, it's not a big deal."

"How do you feel?" Andie touched her forehead lightly. "Your fever is gone."

"I'll just have a little cough for a while." Catherine sat up and glanced around. "I can do the show tonight, don't worry about anything, ok?"

"I could've handled it." Andie smiled brightly at the girl she looked up to, like a big sister, and then glanced toward her room.

"Something wrong?" Catherine glanced that way too, though she hadn't heard anything.

"I... forgot to do something." Andie stood up and edged towards the door. "Get a little more rest before you get up, I'll see you later, ok?"

With that, Andie bolted out the door and towards her room.

Catherine blinked. For all that girl's good nature, she could still be so strange sometimes. She was perfect for Trowa.

Andie got to the door of her room just in time to see Trowa close the door behind him. "What were you doing in my room, Trowa?"

"Checking out your story." Trowa regarded her with his usual, expressionless look. "You'll be happy to know everything checked out."

Andie reminded herself several times that she wasn't a violent person anymore, but the anger was too much. She drew back her hand and punched Trowa hard in the face. "You do not go through a woman's belongings, or anyone's belongings for that matter! You perverted little asshole! You bastard!"

Trowa was silent. This girl reminded him so much of Catherine, her usual soft demeanor with a touch of a temper.

"If one thing is missing, your ass is grass." Andie slipped around him, into her room, and slammed the door behind her.

Trowa blinked, and then walked away as quickly as he could. As much as he liked Andie, he wasn't ready for any more of her anger.

A/N: About this chapter: I really liked the momentary reversal of the roles between Catherine and Andie, and the proven fact that Andie cannot be bubbly and happy and sweet all the time. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm hoping you'll drop me a review before you go. Thank you for reading!