A/N: I feel like I haven't added on this story in forever... mostly it's been the weather preventing it, but my other Gundam Wing story, Troublemaker too. And the fact that I feel like crap. Anyway, lets get on with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I make no profit from this.

"Are you ever going to tell her?" Noin asked suddenly as her and Milliardo sat at the kitchen table. She had been staring into her coffee for the past 15 minutes as if was a crystal ball, refused to eat anything, and until now hadn't said a word.

Milliardo looked up from the papers he had been grading, the stack was never ending. "I don't know... Relena was too young to remember me." He set his pen down and sighed. "Maybe after she's out of high school, I think it would be strange for her to have her brother as a teacher."

"Probably." Noin gave a bit of a nod, never looking away from her coffee.

"You should eat something." Milliardo said for the fifth time since he had finished cooking. Now, the plates of food sat on the table, but Noin had refused to touch anything.

"I don't feel like it." Noin rubbed her eyes, picked up her coffee, looked around and set it back down. "Am I overreacting?"

"Your brother died, I don't believe so." Milliardo patted her hand gently. He wasn't going to admit it, but her pain hurt him. To see someone like her, so strong and sure of themselves, in such agony, it made his chest hurt. "Grief is hard on everyone, even incredibly strong people like you."

"Yeah." Noin nodded, took a sip of her coffee and made a face.

"You don't take your coffee black." Milliardo smiled as he turned back towards his papers he had to grade again.

"Right." Noin managed a quick smile and got up to heat up her coffee and add creamer and sugar. "Thank you."

"No problem." Milliardo graded his papers in silence after that, but Noin felt just a tiny bit better. Someone was there for her, someone who knew her like the back of his hand.

It helped, it really helped.

"Quatre, if you come over so early one more time, I'm going to-" Dorothy caught sight of a girl loitering by Quatre's car. "Who is that?"

"Relena." Quatre sighed. He looked like a puppy that had just piddled on the new carpet, guilty to an extreme. "I really want you to make up with her."

Dorothy nudged Quatre aside as gently as she could and ran over to her best friend. "Relena, what the hell did you do to your hair?"

Relena ran her fingers through her pixie cut and grinned. "Are you shocked?"

"I wasn't fooling around with anyone." Dorothy held back anything she had been about to say about Relena's hair. "I fell asleep on the phone with Quatre and I was trying to hurry getting ready, that's why my shirt wasn't on right."

"You didn't need to hide that." Relena sighed. "Why did you keep something that simple from me?"

"Because I wanted him to be mine... my secret." Dorothy lowered her voice so Quatre wouldn't hear her. "I was scared that maybe you would feel you were being replaced, or you would want him for your own..."

"I wouldn't steal anyone you like, Dorothy." Relena sighed; she knew her friend's insecurities all too well. "You shouldn't be so paranoid."

"So the fight is over?" Dorothy swallowed hard, she felt near tears, though they were happy tears. "You're not mad anymore?"

"I was never mad." Relena smiled at her. "Frustrated, sure, but not mad."

Dorothy gave her best friend a long hug, and then ran up the porch steps and grabbed Quatre, kissing him hard.

Relena laughed as Quatre turned bright red.

Later, after Quatre had driven Relena home, Relena's cell rang. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, then fumbled and almost dropped it in surprise.

"Heero?" She managed when she had gotten the cell up to her ear. "Heero, is everything ok? Why are you calling me?"

"I'm sorry I hung up on you." Heero's voice, it was clearly Heero's voice, Relena thought. No one was faking this call to get their kicks. Heero Yuy was actually apologizing.

"Oh, it's ok." Relena couldn't control the crazy smile that was creeping across her face. "But this time can you say goodbye? I would really like that..."

"Yes." Heero swore, and from the sound of it, dropped the phone. Relena flinched at the clatter.

"What are you doing this time?" Relena pressed the phone between her shoulder and ear. "Fixing your car again?"

"No." Heero dropped something else and Relena smiled. "Fixing my Dad's car."

"Why isn't your Dad fixing his own car?" Relena put the cell on speaker and started to wash the dishes.

"Because the last time Dad fixed his car, he got on the highway and the hood burst into flames." Heero was unruffled by this, as always.

"My God, was he ok?" Relena glanced at the phone; almost wishing she could see Heero, see if he really wasn't worried about any of this.

"He got out of the car pretty quickly, so yeah." Heero dropped the phone again, and this time it hung up on her.

So much for goodbye.

"Why are we here?" Sally sighed as she and Wufei wandered the stretch of abandoned playground equipment.

"You need someplace quiet." Wufei sat on the grass beside her, pulling her down. "I heard them yelling over the phone."

"Yes, that's pretty much commonplace now." Sally shrugged. "They haven't hit each other yet, so it's not as bad as it could be, really."

"You're not yourself." Wufei pulled her head down onto his shoulder. "My parents said you could have the guest room if you wanted."

"I feel like..." Sally closed her eyes. "The closer I get to you, the more terrified I am of losing you. Like everything will break if I end up staying at your house, you know?"

"It won't." Wufei ran his fingers through Sally's hair. "I won't let it."

"We couldn't convince my parents anyway." Sally swallowed hard, she hated this twisted game that her family had become.

"We'll see about that..." Wufei smirked. He would do whatever it took.

"What are you two watching?" Mr. Maxwell eyed the TV that Duo and Hilde sat in front of with curiosity.

"She's forcing me to watch an M. Night Shyamalan movie marathon." Duo said nonchalantly, and then mouthed, "Dad, help me!" over the top of Hilde's head.

Mr. Maxwell pressed his lips together so he wouldn't laugh, and then turned away, giving a little wave. "Have fun children!" He called over his shoulder.

"This is not my idea of how to spend a Sunday." Duo teased, though he pulled Hilde closer to him as he said it.

"Picky, picky." Hilde bopped him on the nose. "I could go home."

"Somehow I doubt that." Duo tightened his grip on Hilde, not so much that she was in pain, but enough that she couldn't get away.

"Duo!" Hilde squeaked and swatted at him. "Duo, stop it. You're being annoying."

"You're just being difficult." Duo scowled, Hilde hadn't been this easily angered since they were kids. "Why are you so volatile today? I feel like I've been sitting with an angry cheetah all day and it's a wonder I have all my limbs."

Hilde was about to say something, and then her phone beeped. She leaned away from her boyfriend to check the message, and then stood. "I have to get out of here. I'll see you later."

"Hilde..." Duo sighed, but he chose not to go after her as she walked out, slamming the door behind her. Sometimes Hilde just had to cool off. "Women..." He shook his head and stretched out on the couch.

"So your family doesn't have some Sunday ritual?" Trowa asked as he and Catherine huddled on the porch.

Catherine looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Does yours?"

"No, but a lot of families do." Trowa didn't want to betray just how antisocial he had been, but he couldn't help adding, "I think."

"Let me guess, before me you read a lot and didn't talk to a lot of people?" Catherine smiled at Trowa, and Trowa couldn't but think how easygoing she was. For all the girls that got into fights over boys, Catherine was in great contrast to them.

"Something like that." Trowa pulled her closer.

"Well my family isn't like that. We're not like families in books." Catherine leaned against him, her eyes closing in contentment.

"I can tell." Trowa kissed her forehead. "You're much more special."

Catherine smiled. "You're so sweet. How did I ever get a guy like you?"

"You're perfect, how could any guy resist you?" Trowa kissed her cheek.

"You're perfect." Catherine whispered, but she couldn't help the tenseness in her chest. Lots of guys had resisted her, even hated her...

A/N: Every time I think I'm getting close to the end of this story, more things pop up. It's kind of frustrating, but kind of nice. Anyway, tell me what you hated/loved/liked/disliked/didn't give a flip about. I love to hear from my readers, and thank you so much for reading!