I'm sorry guys if this seems awkward but as I have mentioned in the story that I'm still working on my writing and my bravery to complete this. So yeah there will be a lot of mistakes but hopefully in time i'll grow o of it and become loads better! Practice, practice, practice! Thanks for people's interest in this! I appreciate it! *waves to readers*

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Quatre's eyes fluttered open as the morning sun climbed over his face. The warm beams of light made it hard to ignore that he needed to wake up from the sweet dreams of denial he floated in. Sitting up on a bed he paused a moment realizing it wasn't his bed. Tilting his head through hazy eyes he spotted someone sitting in a chair.

Oh! Right….

"Duo…is that you? I'm…I'm sorry for intruding on you, Heero and Hilde like this."

The figure got up slowly and went toward Quatre, and the blonde sighed. "Ah, it's you Heero. But I am sorry for coming in unexpectedly like this."

Heero placed a hand over his forehead and tilted his head. "Your fever is lower….that is good."

Sitting up a bit more Quatre wondered if he really was here. Is this a dream? Is he going to wake up to that nightmare he witnessed?

A finger gently flicked his forehead and he blinked, realizing he had spaced out. With a sigh he looked down at the covers.

"Heero…you…didn't contact Trowa did you?"

"No, Duo said not to. Now, rest." He gently pushed Quatre down on the bed and pulled up the covers. Quatre would have laughed at the motherly way Heero tucked him in if he didn't feel so horrible and embarrassed.

"Thank you." Laying further down Quatre closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Satisfied with this Heero left the room quietly and shut the door. He went down to the kitchen and found two violet eyes staring at him intently.

"So…?"

"He didn't say much, just asked us to not contact Trowa."

Duo raised an eyebrow.

"Well he seemed relieved when I told him we didn't. I'm assuming something happened between him and Trowa."

Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wooden chair he was creaking on, Duo gave a long sigh. "If that is the case it must've been something bad. He looked like a total mess Heero. He passed out right in front of me."

Heero nodded, thinking.

Duo stood up suddenly and made a beeline for the phone. Heero dodged in front of him, blocking the phone with an outstretched arm. "No Duo. Don't call Trowa. We'll let Quatre decide when it is right."

"But what if he decides it's never right? Trowa might be worried to death right now wondering where Quatre is."

"Quatre is sensible; he'll tell us when he's ready. For now, let's keep him here and watch over him."

Pouting slightly Duo was not satisfied with this answer but it will have to do. "So what do you suggest?"

"What do you mean?" Heero tilted his head curious of the long-braided mans words.

"With Quatre. He can't mope about all day, it's not in him."

Heero leaned next to the phone, his eyes going up at the ceiling as he thought what they should have Quatre do.

"I got it!" Duo yelled, causing Heero to blink unmoved by the interjection. "We have him work with us at the Scrap Yard!"

Heero blinked again, then gave a slow nod. "It would take his mind off things."

Duo grinned clapping his hands together. "Great! When Quatre feels better we'll take him out there and get his mind off things."

The both of them stared at each other, Duo with a smile, and Heero with a thoughtful little smile. Then Heero moved to the cabinets above their stove and began to pull out what he needed to make breakfast. When Quatre would begin to feel better they will help their friend and hopefully get down to the bottom of what happened.