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"Transcendent Series"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: R Warnings: Set in the Transcendent series, another scene of Chibi-cuteness and comforting fluff. Pairings: 3x4 Summary: Quatre’s first run in with a bully
at school. "Transcendent Series" Part 2- Water Table The night before Quatre started junior kindergarten Trowa was with him for hours after bedtime, just letting Quatre excitedly ramble to him about how excited he was. Trowa just smiled and nodded, trying to remember if he had been that excited when he had started junior kindergarten himself long, long ago (two whole weeks). After his first day, Quatre only needed Trowa for their pre-bedtime routine, a time Trowa would always show up for no matter what, and curl up on the edge of the bed to play until story time. But Friday when Trowa felt Quatre pulling at him, needing him, it wasn’t because he was happy, or excited. He was crying on his bed in the middle of the afternoon, clutching his pillow against his face to quiet himself lest his mother worry more. But Trowa knew. And Trowa worried. “Quat? Why are you crying?” He asked, moving to sit on the bed behind his friend, gently touching his shoulder to show him he was there. Quatre sniffed loud, looking up at his friend through watery blue eyes, and burst into another set of sobs. Alarmed, Trowa lied down behind Quatre, hugging him tight from behind and perching his head on Quatre’s shoulder. “Jules St. Michaels poured w-water over my-my head!” Quatre sobbed out, “It was my turn to play in the water table, but there was a spider in the water! So I didn’t want to. Mrs. Cateau poured the spider down the drain, but- but STILL! What if there were more!” Quatre stifled another sob, and curled deeper into Trowa, “I didn’t want to play in it, so then he started to splash me and laughed when I told him to stop! Then he chased me around the classroom with a cup of the spider-water and dumped it all over my head! Mrs. Cateau had to call my mom to pick me up from school ‘cause I was all wet! There could’ve been a spider in there! I was so scared! And he was laughing at me! I don’t wanna go back anymore, but mom said I have to!” Quatre wailed, his whole story spilling forth between traumatized sobs. Trowa lifted one of his hands to run softly through Quatre’s hair.
Quatre's father was away at work most of the time, and when he wasn’t, he was sleeping. It wasn’t often Trowa had ever seen him awake and about. He seemed nice, though, and Quatre adored what little time he had with him. Mrs. Winner was watching out the window while she did some dishes, staring at the sandcastles he and Quatre were making. Mr. Winner walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her middle and rested his head on her shoulder. “What’s wrong Quatrina?” He had asked. Mrs. Winner shook her head nothing, but Trowa could tell just as easily as Quatre’s dad that it wasn’t true. That was when Mr. Winner had dropped kisses on the back of her neck and hugged her tighter “Trowa!” Quatre had called from outside, wondering
what was taking his friend. Trowa had gone back out, forgetting the juice box in favor of Quatre. He didn’t want the blonde to make a better moat than his!
“Spider’s aren’t scary, you know.” Trowa said after a while. “They are too! My sister’s all hate them, and my mom grabs a newspaper to kill them from as far back as she can. Spiders are scary!” Quatre replied through his warbling. Trowa smiled into the back of Quatre’s neck, “My mom hates them too. But I’m not afraid of them. I’m the man of the house, and since I gotta take care of my mom, I gotta get the spiders for her! They aren’t scary like girls think they are. I just put them back on the porch most of the time.” Quatre wasn’t convinced “Plus Mr. Yuy says that bugs are just the smallest of God’s creatures. And we should set them free.” Trowa said matter-of-factly, knowing that if Heero’s dad said it, then it was true. Trowa’s confidence rubbed off on Quatre, who knew that if Trowa said it, then it was true. And if Trowa trusted Mr. Yuy, then he must know all there was to know about bugs. “I guess, but I still don’t like them.” Quatre said with a pout, the rest of his tears all but gone. Trowa hugged him tight, and dropped another kiss to Quatre’s neck, just because he wanted too. “I’ll always protect you Quatre.” Trowa vowed, “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.” Quatre looked up at him, seeing how serious Trowa was, and smiled. “I know. You’re my Guardian Angel” Trowa smiled back, “I'm no angel. I’m just a friend.” |
