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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Quatre x Trowa Notes: Challenge 137. Baby Series 3 #182. Takes place some time after Adoration. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Fear //I thought I lost him in the war. I thought I killed him.// Blue eyes closed in anguish, arms tightening around broad shoulders. Trowa filled his senses; the smell was uniquely Him, the taste was salt and something else unique to Trowa. Quatre's hands touched his skin, still moist with perspiration from their love making. //What do I think I am doing forgetting what it was like when I thought he was gone? I spend so much time on business and before I know it the day is gone and I'm exhausted. All I want to do is sleep.// He had despaired when he thought his lover dead; that He died at his hands. He had been insane with grief, with empathic overload and with the insidious whispers of the Zero system filling his mind. Whatever had possessed him to build that horror? What good had the Zero system done anyone? Zero drove its pilots' insane… was it possible to believe anything it showed you? You thought so… at the time. Heero mastered it after a time. //But I'm not so sure he did.// Quatre feared Zero, and with good reason. The monster had shown him horrors and… and what the hell was he doing? He was pathetic. The whispers of the Zero system sometimes returned, especially in the dark of night when he could not sleep. If he closed his eyes now he would hear it… the whispering, the little touches on his mind that drew him in, made him see things... want things. He could not permit himself to fall; to listen to the whispers. Zero was destroyed… he could not hear it… not really. He shivered in the darkness, cold, and it was not the air that caused it. He was cold inside, chilled bone deep with the promise it would return. IT. Zero. It was not dead… not destroyed. He was far from free of it. He would never be free of its insidious claws. "Quatre?" It was in the dark, lurking. Moving around the edges of consciousness, waiting. Waiting for him to notice. Waiting to draw him in. "Quatre?" He could not allow himself to sleep. If he did the monster would rise. If he slept there would be nothing he could do to fight it off. "Quatre!" He was being shaken, strong hands on his forearms and emerald eyes bored into his, demanding his attention. He wanted to strike out but fear held him back. The fear It was coming and he would be lost in the nightmare of Zero. "It's not real! Zero is not here. It's a nightmare, Quatre." No. No, that was wrong. So very wrong… but he could let Trowa think he was right. He had done so in the past, passed the horror off as nothing more than a dream of war. They were soldiers and all soldiers who saw action had nightmares. No one was immune to the despair found in war.
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