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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Trowa / Quatre Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Chapter 26: Upgrades When the mangled and charred remnants of Heavyarms was brought back to the hangar, Quatre could only stare, his feet feeling like heavy weights super glued to the steel grates of the catwalk. His heart seemed to cease its beating as shock took over his system. There was no way Trowa could have survived the missile fire. He registered the warm hand on his shoulder, recognized Duo’s distinct scent, but couldn’t find the will to move. “You don’t have to watch this, Quat. You shouldn’t -” Duo’s voice trailed off at the shake of Quatre’s head and gripped his shoulder tightly, though whether Duo was bracing himself, or trying to comfort Quatre was anyone’s guess. Quatre’s bottom lip trembled when the dented and smashed cockpit was wrenched open and sucked in a sharp breath, expecting to see the twisted remains of his love’s body. But Trowa wasn’t there. Quatre blinked dumbly as the empty cockpit was revealed and he suddenly remembered to breathe again. “Looking for me?” The blond spun at the familiar, soft spoken voice, his hands flying up to cover his mouth. He couldn’t stop the tears of relief that flooded his eyes as he tore across the catwalk and flung himself into Trowa’s arms. Between kissing the boy’s face and blubbering, he managed to ask him how he escaped what seemed to be the inescapable. Trowa chuckled and threaded his fingers through the thick blond waves. “Eject button. I know it’s not standard on a Gundam, but I had Heavyarms equipped with one not too long ago. Glad I did, too.” Trowa graced his love with one of his rare grins and leaned down to kiss him properly. “Is it suppertime yet? I’m starved!”
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