Warnings: This is a fic from Trowa’s POV. It is also full of angst. There is more but I do not want to spoil the fic. On with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. They belong to who they belong to and that’s not me. So, please do not sue me, all I own is a few of dust bunnies and that is it.
It was during one of our missions Quatre and I were to enter the OZ base and gather information on the new mobile suit models. Everything was going fine; we broke in, we gathered the information. We were making our exit when Quatre stopped me “Trowa something’s not right.” “What is it Quatre? Is it the guys?” “No, I just have the feeling that something is going to happen.” We continued our exit, no sooner had we reached the gates of the base solider were firing at us. We made it over the gate. I turned around to see a solider coming toward me drawing his gun. “Quatre get out of here. I’ll catch up with you, take this to the others” I ordered tossing him the disk. The next few moments were nothing but a blur to me all I remember was Quatre shouting the solider firing and me running through the forest carrying Quatre’s unconscious body in my arms. When I finally met up with the guys Duo was the first to come running. “Trowa what happened?!” “An OZ soldier fired at me Quatre jumped in front of the bullet to save me.” I laid Quatre on the ground. He was a blue in color, he was breathing, but only faintly. I checked the wound, it had entered in his left upper chest, but there wasn’t an exit wound; so that meant the bullet was lodged in his chest somewhere. I didn’t realize that he was waking up until Duo, who was kneeling next to me, said “Tro he’s waking up.” “Tro…Tro…Trowa” “I’m here angel” He was in so much pain. ‘Why, why did you have to do that, you should have left like I told you.‘ I thought. “Trowa” “Yes angel” “I’m cold…very cold.” Tears were forming in his eyes. I could hear Duo saying “Hold on Quatre we are going to get you to a doctor.” Tears were starting to fall from his cheeks, I knew how close Duo and Quatre were. Quatre was trying to speak, but he was having so much difficulty breathing already, so I said to him as calmly as I could “Shhh…just relax we are going to get you to a doctor.” “No, Trowa…it’s too late.” “Quatre don’t say that…” Duo shouted “you still have so much to live for…” His voice was cracking and the tears were now streams down his cheeks “you have a family…” He stopped. “Quatre please,” my own voice cracking and the tears flowing. “Please just hold on” Quatre then took my hand and said “Trowa, I love you…and I…will always be…with you.” “Quatre!!” Duo cried. “Don’t worry Duo…I will always be with you also.” And those were his final words.
A few days past. The others went to Quatre’s funeral expect for me and Duo I did not want to go, it just hurt too much to see him like that. So cold and pale, I think the Duo felt the same way. We were sitting quietly in the living room when a figure started to appear in the corner of the room. We looked at each other then at the figure…it was Quatre “Quatre?” we said in unison. “I told you I will always be with you” he said with a smile and then faded away.