Disclaimer- I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from the series and will never claim to own them. However, the plot, Anita (Cassarah), Blaine, and the little children all belong to me.

A/N- Please don't flame me if you don't like the story. If the characters are OOC, that's something that's almost unavoidable as none of the Gundam Wing characters belong to me, and they never will. Basically, if you don't like what you're reading, stop reading it and hit the back button on your browser. I don't want to hear your fussing just because something isn't to your liking. Fuss to yourself, not me.

Also, please note that the characters are kind of a lot a bit older than in the series. And now you know what the description for the story means. Thanks and enjoy~

She didn't remember when exactly it was that she had ended up in such a comfortable bed, but she really didn't care at that very moment. She'd gone from sleeping on a pile of blankets to sleeping in a truck, so this was a blessing and she didn't want to ruin it just yet. However, something pulled the redhead from her happy musings and she began to wish she could just go back to them and never have to stop thinking about them.

"So your name isn't Anita?" Duo asked, a frown spreading across his lips. "Does that mean you aren't from France, either?"

"Shut up, please!" She begged as she threw a pillow over her head to try and block him out. "I don't want to hear this."

"No." He protested. "Why did you lie to me?"

"That's not really any of your concern." She replied. "Please drop the subject and go away now."

"Why?" He asked again.

And suddenly she poked her head out from the pillow to peer up at him, but the look on his face made her heart ache just a bit. Maybe she should have told him from the beginning, but she really didn't want to get other people involved in her troubles and, by explaining everything, he would be caught right in the middle of something he had no business being caught in the middle of. Or, at least, that's what she was thinking, but he obviously felt like he was allowed to know at least a little bit about what was going on. And maybe he did, but she wasn't going to tell him.

"Go away please." She said weakly as she hid her face under the pillow again. "I'm sorry, but this has nothing to do with you and that's how it's going to stay, so please leave me alone."

Completely fed up and upset over the fact that she was not telling him anything, Duo got up and left the room. However, his presence was replaced with a slightly more unpleasant one as Quatre decided to bring in a tray of tea. A myriad of thoughts were now running through her head and she wished she could shut them all up, but that would require her passing out again or something. So now she was stuck here with this blonde-haired man whom she didn't want anything to do with at the moment.

However, something deep down in the farthest reaches of her mind was telling her she was being completely stupid and that she should just go ahead and give in and be civil. But that was buried amongst the thousands of other thoughts that told her to do the exact opposite. And now the blonde man was seated in the very spot Duo had just been in. To her, it seemed like he thought a cup of tea was going to make everything all calm and nice again.

"Why?" The redhead suddenly inquired.

"What?" Quatre replied, seeming caught off guard by her sudden question.

"Just everything." She said as she forced herself into a seated position. "Of all the people who he happened to know, you were one of them. Life likes doing some really awful stuff to me."

"I wouldn't put it that way." He replied as he handed her a cup of tea. "That's just what you're making it out to be."

"Except, now, we're digging up a past that I don't want anything to do with anymore." She sighed and took a sip of the tea.

"So you did end up marrying him?" He asked, refusing to let her drop the subject.

"I'm sure you know how that turned out." She answered. "That's why I stopped going by that name. And now here I am running away from more things I should be facing head on, but I'm too much of a coward. I think that's just my way of coping."

"Well, you're talking." Quatre said with a smile. "That's a start."

"I suppose." She sighed. "Don't you go telling my family about me or anything. They think I'm dead and buried in the ground. That's how it should be."

"I think they would be happy to know that their daughter was alive." He replied. "But something tells me that you aren't."

"I'm not." She mumbled. "But the moment everyone finds out that I am, things get even more complicated and suddenly I have to fear for their safety again. That's why I decided it would be better to drop off the face of humanity."

"There are people that can help keep them safe, you know."

His words were true to an extent, but there was a point at which those people couldn't help anymore. Obviously her choice in men had been very bad considering this was the life she ended up leading after she got married. And she'd only been married for a couple of months before becoming a widow. Of course, she ended up finding something to make her life all bright and happy again, but she found that life was going to beat her down again and take that away. So, here she was, sipping tea with a man she'd met very briefly many years ago.

"Something tells me God intended for this to happen." The redhead mused. "Or else I wouldn't be sitting here right now thinking about how much of a bitch I was just being to him. I feel kind of bad, but I'm worried. I don't want to latch onto him and use him as a support beam to keep me going like I was trying to do because then he's going to end up in a very bad position and there's not going to be anything I can do to drag him out of it."

"He's stronger than you're giving him credit for, Cassarah." Quatre replied. "He's been through a lot himself, but I'm sure he can manage just fine if you allow him to."

"Hey, what kind of tea is this?" She asked suddenly. "I like it."

There was a brief moment in which Quatre didn't respond because he realized what she was trying to do. He almost tried to get her back on topic, but realized that's really not what he should try doing right now while she was all worked up. So, he decided it would be best to follow along on her derailed conversation.

"It's Chamomile." He replied. "It's supposed to help you relax and I thought that it was just what you needed."

"Maybe it is." She sighed. "Why do you make it feel like we've known each other for years? I don't like this, you know."

"Would you feel better if I left you with the teapot and took my leave?" He asked.

"No." She huffed. "I don't know. I really don't. My head is a jumble. One moment I thought everything was going well for me and then Blaine suddenly apologizes and 'boom'. My house blows up.'

"Then suddenly I find myself traveling in the dead of night with this guy I just met and I can't bring myself to tell him my real name or where I'm really from, even after he's kind enough to save my life. All because I was pissed that he actually saved my life, but then I found out that it would have been stupid of me to die because the kids weren't there. But where are they! I don't know and he doesn't know and it's killing me sitting here drinking tea knowing full well that Blaine is rash and ignorant and he's going to get them killed if nobody does anything."

"S-Slow down!" Quatre gasped. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Before I met Duo." She said, her voice cracking slightly. "That night I went out to get food because we were running low. When I got back, the door was wide open and he was in there, but I didn't know at the time. I was afraid for the kids, so I was ready to shoot whoever was there, but he was the one that was there and not some big bad guy like I thought. And suddenly I was on the floor and my head was spinning and Blaine had my gun.'

"And then we were in one of the other rooms talking. Duo and I, I mean. And Blaine came by with some apples telling me he was sorry, but I didn't understand until I thought about it. The apples were like some sort of metaphor, but it was completely out of context and he was leaving me to figure out what he was trying to tell me. But it took me too long to figure it out and, by the time I did, the place was on fire and I couldn't find the kids. And now I'm here, but I don't know what the hell I'm even doing!"

"Cassarah!" Quatre raised his voiced slightly in an attempt to get her attention. "Calm down. You're alright."

"Sorry." She replied, taking a deep breath to try her calm her nerves a bit. "I want to go back, but it's so far away now that I don't even know if I could make it back. That's not my home anymore and those aren't my kids to look after."

"Just calm down and drink the tea, please."

"Right. The tea."

The room fell silent immediately after that, but at least something had been accomplished. She'd shared her troubles with someone she knew she could trust and that was enough for now. She could figure out the rest later, but for now she was feeling just a little bit sleepy and it was hard to ignore the fuzzy feeling her head was giving her right. So for now she would finish her cup of tea and take a nap.

"Sorry, Cassarah." Quatre said as he stood up. "You go ahead and sleep for now and we can all sit down and figure everything out later."

And, with that said, he took her cup and the tray and left the room. He was slightly startled to see Duo standing outside the door, but it was understandable that he would be there. It had been Duo who had been with Cassarah throughout most of this ordeal and he deserved to know something, even if it meant him eavesdropping just to figure it all out.

"How much did you hear?" The blonde man asked.

"More than I probably should have." Duo replied. "Did you put something in her tea? I don't think Chamomile is strong enough to knock you out like that."

"She wouldn't have calmed down any other way." Quatre replied. "I do feel bad for doing it, but I really don't think I had much of a choice. Her nerves are shot and she's going to push herself over the edge if we just sit back and let her. For now she can sleep peacefully without a care in the world, but something will have to be arranged to keep her calm when she wakes up in the morning."

"Y-Yeah."