A/N: Well, I feel stupid. Anyway, I think I can type a few more chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I make no profit from this. I do own Andie Rika Tru, so please ask if you want to use her, ok?
"Now what's going on between you two?" Catherine asked as she watched Trowa and Andie lock eyes and stare at each other for a good two minutes.
"I'm not mad at him anymore." Andie twirled a dagger in her hand absently. "We've hit coexistence I think."
"Agreed." Trowa relaxed and leaned against the target, arms crossed over his chest.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Catherine stood, coughed a bit into the crook of her arm and then took her annoyed older sister stance, hands on hips and head tipped slightly down and to the right, staring down both of them.
"Nothing." Andie shrugged, but looked away from Catherine. Andie had been a horrible liar her whole life, and it was better to leave this to Trowa as long as he wouldn't spill the beans about her injuries.
"We've just realized that neither of us means any harm." Trowa gave Catherine a small smile to try and calm her nerves. "Friends don't need to fight friends."
"Right." Catherine's eyes flicked to Andie, taking in the way she flinched when she took a deep breath. "Sweetie, are you hurt?"
"Just a catch." Andie straightened out, trying her best not to flinch again. "It'll go away in a minute."
Or not. Trowa thought to himself. Despite their great strides in friendship since Andie had gotten injured and Trowa had bandaged her up, Andie had shied away from having those bandages changed. Trowa could tell that she still didn't trust him, not yet.
"Something isn't right here." Catherine flicked her gaze between the both of them, waiting for an answer. When she didn't get one, she walked out to find an answer elsewhere.
"I'm screwed." Andie sighed, sinking into what had been Catherine's chair and hugging herself. Her ribs ached, her cuts burned, and she had refused any pain medication since the injuries. She didn't want Catherine finding out about it and questioning her when she couldn't lie worth a damn.
"You need to let me clean your wounds, rebind your ribs and bandage your wounds again." Trowa walked over to her and stood behind her chair, hands laid gently on her shoulders.
"I don't want Catherine to find out. She doesn't need to worry about me." Andie shook her head a bit, trying to ignore Trowa's touch on her shoulders. Even through her long sleeved shirt, his touch made her skin tingle.
"You're tough, but if those wounds get infected, that can and will kill you." Trowa gently took her hand and led her towards his room.
"I hate you." Andie muttered as she walked out of Trowa's room, though she didn't mean it. The bandages felt too tight, though Trowa had assured her they were fine, and she felt like she could barely breath through the bindings he had put on her ribs. This time he had forced her to take some Tylenol, the mildest thing she could take for injuries of this measure, and Trowa had convinced her that Catherine wouldn't find the missing bottle.
"You don't hate me." Trowa rolled his eyes, unworried at her aggravation. "You shouldn't say that unless you mean it."
"I feel like I should hate you." Andie leaned into him; she had started to see him as part of her new circus family instead of a potentially perverted guy.
"The Tylenol will kick in soon and then you won't hate me." Trowa slipped his arm around her shoulders, for the first time realizing how small she was compared to him. He was at least half a head taller than her, and she was thin as a rail.
"You're not going to tell Catherine, right?" Andie murmured, looking up at him.
"Not going to tell me what?" Catherine put her hands on her hips, but her glare was specifically for Andie this time. "Not going to tell me what, Andie?"
A pause. Andie knew that Trowa couldn't get her out of this, and she couldn't get herself out of this.
"I got attacked by the lion a couple days ago." Andie flashed a smile in an attempt to cool Catherine's temper. "I'm really ok. Trowa's been taking care of me."
"Trowa's been seeing you naked." Catherine was only getting angrier as the conversation went on.
"No, not exactly." Andie's voice had become small and soft. "We haven't done anything, Catherine..."
"She's under my care now, Trowa." Catherine pulled Andie over to her, even in her rage being careful not to hurt the girl. "You're too young to be doing anything of such a caliber with anyone." Catherine turned to Andie, "And I'm mad at you too, for letting him do that to you."
"We didn't do anything!" Andie shouted, loudly enough that several people stared at the three of them. "I wasn't completely naked, and Trowa was very professional about it. Don't jump to conclusions!"
"You're still under my care from now on." Catherine hugged Andie away from Trowa. "And you two better not have done anything, or I'll kick both your asses." With that she half-dragged Andie away.
Trowa sighed and shook his head. No good deed goes unpunished...
A/N: It had to happen at some point. Don't worry; Trowa and Andie's relationship isn't done growing. The next chapter should be up tonight unless my net goes wonky. I would love it if you left a review for me, so will you? And thank you for reading!