A/N: This story is coming to a close soon, though one specific event still has to happen before it can truly end. I don't know how many chapters this will take, but I am pulling an all-nighter tonight and plan to finish it up. But we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no profit from this. I do, however, own Andie Rika Tru, so please; ask if you want to use her, ok?

2 months had passed since Andie had joined the circus. 1 month of sneaking into Trowa's room to sleep beside him, exchanging glances with him behind's Catherine's back, and dodging Catherine's intrusive questions.

That second month had been confusing for both Trowa and Andie. They hadn't been able to come to terms with why they were acting like this, but they knew there was something.

Trowa didn't want to jump to conclusions.

Andie didn't want to admit to anything.

"You two are so frustrating!" Catherine huffed as she twirled a knife in her hand. Her and Andie had been practicing a special trick involving making their daggers head for Trowa, hit each other, and go to his outline.

"Trowa, go take a break." Andie waved him off and repositioned her fingers on the hilt of her dagger.

"I want to hear this." Trowa said, though he moved away from the target.

"There's so much romantic tension between you two, so much trust and-" Catherine shot a glare at Trowa. "You said you wanted to hear this, where are you going?"

"I'm taking a break." Trowa slipped out of the tent without another word.

"He didn't want to hear it." Andie sighed, tossed her dagger up high and caught it with one finger and her thumb. Even Catherine was impressed.

"Why don't you two just admit that you're in love?" Catherine sighed, pulling the extra knives from the target. "It's obvious. The way you sleep in each other's rooms, the way you look at each other at each other when you think I'm not looking-" Catherine paused as Andie glared at her. "You're not into visions of cute and fluffy love, huh?"

"I've seen too much to be into what society calls perfect love." Andie shrugged. "In this world, there's no such thing as perfect. There's violence and hate, betrayal and deadly arguments. I'm not going to admit to anything until I'm absolutely sure. I don't break what's not there in hopes of fixing it."

"Smart girl..." Catherine sighed. "And yet so stupid. He loves you. He's never looked at anyone the way he looks at you, treated anyone the way he treats you. He's protective of you in a way that he's not even of me. He holds you while you sleep; he takes care of you when you're hurt. He trusts you." Catherine froze her understudy with a look. "Make a move. Don't be so terrified when something's so clearly there."

"I'm not scared." Andie shot at her, her eyes steely. "I'm just... I know too much. And he could never love someone that was against him, even in the past."

Two weeks passed after that, two weeks where Andie didn't sleep in Trowa's bed, two weeks where she refused to so much as lock eyes with him.

"What's going on?" Trowa stood in Andie's doorway, blocking her exit.

"Knock next time." Andie didn't look up from the clothes she had been folding and putting in her dresser. "Do you need something?"

"Did Catherine say something to you?" Trowa stepped inside, shut the door behind him and made his way over to her. "You're not acting right."

"I don't want to continue such a tease-relationship." Andie held up a dress that was obviously Catherine's and set it aside. "I know you couldn't love someone who has a past like mine, so can we just let it go?"

"No." Trowa pulled a beeping contraption out of his pocket and his eyes went wide. "Keep Catherine safe. You too." With that he raced outside to where he had hidden Heavyarms.

Andie blinked, taking in the realization that OZ was there, and then she bolted to Catherine's room.

A/N: The end of this story is nearing! Thank you to StormyMonday and Truish for their recurring kindness and support for this story. I still love reviews, so if you leave me one I will surely respond... well, as long as you're logged in. Anyway, thank you for making it this far and I hope you read until the end.