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"Take a Chance"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: No, they are not mine. And I’m
not stealing them. I’m just permanently borrowing them for an
undefined stretch of time. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: lemon, AU, Romance, 3x4, slight angst (which I fix!) Pairings: 3x4x3 Summary: Quatre literally runs into the man of
his dreams but life isn't all plain sailing. Author’s Notes: Hiya, my fellow otaku! Our
favorite blonde showed up earlier last week and started stalking me
until I wrote all of this. It’s the entire thing, but of course
I have to cut it up to email it to you all. Enjoy! //phone conversations//
"Take a Chance " Chapter Three: Heart’s Desire No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers
of acting and reasoning as fear. (Trowa’s POV) I was shaking and sheet white by the time that I got home. I could hardly explain my reaction even to myself, and only hoped that Heero was sound asleep by this point. I know that he usually doesn’t need as much sleep as most people, so sometimes he’s up late. I wasn’t up to explaining anything to my brother right now. Luck wasn’t with me. Heero was sitting in the living room when I came in, his laptop on the coffee table in front of him. He looked up when I entered, took in my appearance, then shot out of his chair to grab my shoulders. “Trowa?” Heero and I weren’t exactly demonstrative people normally, but I felt like I had to let someone support me for a moment at least. I sank my head onto his shoulders and tried to subdue another shudder as it ripped through my body. “I’m okay.” “Baka.” Heero growled angrily, moving me towards the couch and covering me with an afghan. “Don’t lie. Are you injured?” “I’m fine.” I tried to insist. I wasn’t. I was as far from ‘fine’ as you can get, short of a lost limb. He glared me into submission and gave me a ‘stay there’ motion with his hand. A moment later he came back with a bitter cup of coffee. I only managed to swallow a bit past my constricted throat. Mostly I just let the heat seep into my hands, warming them. “Did he hurt you? What happened?” Quatre, hurt me? No, Quatre would never hurt me. He wasn’t the type. Which was why he was so dangerous. He could destroy me without even meaning to… “Trowa!” I looked up at my brother, seeing that he was beginning to panic. With good reason. This was the first time that I’ve ever fallen apart like this. I set the cup down before I dropped it. “He didn’t hurt me. Nothing happened.” Heero sat down next to me and pulled me into a hard embrace. I think he was trying to warm me up as much as comfort me. I let him, needing the contact to ground me. “Trowa, I don’t understand. You look like you’ve walked into your own worst nightmare.” Maybe I had. I’ve wanted so long to find someone to love, and when I do fall—and I’ve fallen for Quatre Winner hard and fast—it was with someone that I knew would never be anything more than a casual friend, or a convenient date. The entire night I knew that I had been living a dream. Quatre was a flame, I was the moth. And I knew what kind of end that combination would cause. “Trowa.” The word was a plea. I pulled back a little to look at him. Ever since we were eight, Heero and I had joined forces. We depended on each other, more than most brothers did. We had to; we were the only guarantee that the other had. We helped each other. Heero was afraid, and frantic to help me now. He saw his brother and best friend hurting, and terrified, and the only thing that he wanted was to fix it and make everything better again. I shook my head slightly. “You can’t fix this, Heero.” “Not if I don’t understand what’s wrong.” He retorted flatly. “I’ve fallen in love with him.” I whispered, voice slightly choked. Before Heero could comment I kept going, feeling a dam break. My words were gushing out in a flood. “What an incredibly stupid thing to do. I’ve been around people before that I was attracted to, why couldn’t it have been them? Why couldn’t I have fallen for someone that was within reach? He’s beautiful, Heero. He loves people, genuinely cares about them even when he’s frustrated with them. From the beginning he was patient with me, never letting me feel awkward just because I wasn’t talking like normal people would have. He made me laugh, and smile, and open up to him bit by bit until nothing was held back from him.” My voice was diminishing as I went on until I choked out in a whisper “He’s everything that I’ve ever wanted. God, why did it have to be him—” Heero held me tightly as I cried on his shoulder, rubbing me gently in an attempt to comfort and still my renewed shaking. At some point I fell into an exhausted slumber, and felt nothing but relief from being taken away from these feelings, if only for a few hours. ~ * ~ Notes: Short chapter, I know. I swear I will fix this! Don’t make plans to kill me yet! It’s a necessary evil kind of thing… |
