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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: Duo + Quatre + Trowa Notes: Challenge 153. Baby Series 3 #232. Takes
place immediately following Night Walkers. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
In The Middle of the Night "You have nightmares… of the war?" Duo's expressive mouth almost smiled… almost, not quite. "Yeah. I'm not the only one. Chang does. Zechsy for sure. Heero. Even Relena's had hot chocolate in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Not so surprising, is it? Don't you?' Quatre blanched. The light glinted on his hair, bright and shiny, but the look in his expressive eyes was anything but shiny. "I… have my moments. Yes." "Yeah. I think most of Sanc does. We don't talk much about it generally, but in the middle of the night… sometimes its surprising what we end up talking about. Usually feel shit loads better after a chat over a cuppa." Quatre could feel Trowa at his back, a strong and comforting presence. How close had he come to driving Trowa away for good? How close had he come to losing what was really important? Nightmares did not account for all of his actions, but they did factor in to his behaviour. Nor did Trowa escape the nightmares. They were all afflicted with them, despite the fortune he had paid for psychologists. It took time they said, and he supposed they were right, but he was heartily tired of the cold sweats, the visions of blood and doom and of `feeling' the pain of others in his sleep. Sleep should be his escape, his chance to be just Quatre, himself, free of the influence of others. How many of the nightmares had he discovered were not his own but shared through another's perceptions? "I was… We are thinking of buying a house here. Of moving out of the hotel. It's nice there, but its not… not quite…" "It is not home." Trowa's quiet voice supplied the words he desperately wanted to say and somehow would not come. He did not usually have difficulty expressing himself but, after that interview with Milliardo, his perceptions were off. He could barely read Duo sitting right in front of him. It had happened before, of course, and it was not really unusual, but it was disconcerting to suddenly find himself locked within his own perceptions. "You are going to stay in Sanc? Hey, that's great! I thought for sure you were going to go back to L4." Quatre blushed, ducking his head, wishing he was not so afraid to reveal to the world his relationship with Trowa. Yes, it was known he was in a relationship with the man, but it was not KNOWN, known. On L4 his relationship would be illegal and even on Earth, once he admitted it publically instead of skirting the issue, there would be those who would try to take the company from him. It was against the dominant religion and as far as he knew, stoning and death was still on the books… certainly public ridicule was a definite result of an illicit relationship. But he could not lose Trowa. His world would lose all trace of shine if he lost Trowa. ~ * ~ |
