“Oh, no!” cried Trowa.
Just before Quatre hit the ground Trowa caught him.
Trowa sighed. “Duo, I respect your idea. Quatre needs it. Really needs it,” he said, glancing at Quatre.
“Man. He must have had a hell of a lot on his mind when I ran into him this afternoon,” Duo mused.
“No shit,” muttered Heero.
Duo gave Heero a fleeting look before standing up. “I’ve been causing Quatre a lot of trouble,” Duo said. Then he sighed, and sank back into a sofa again. “Some friend I am.”
Heero sat down in a chair next to Duo. “Duo, not everyone would care to call their friends secretary because they care for their friends health,” He told Duo matter-of-factly. “Most people I know wouldn’t care at all.”
Duo looked surprised at Heero saying more than one sentence. He thought about Heero a lot lately, and wondered if Heero ever felt feelings for anyone, especially himself, who was known as ‘The Braided Baka’ and thought his chances with Heero were a big fat Zero.
Wufei was the first to think about Quatre being off. “I wonder what Quatre will do with his days off.” He said.
Duo gave a hollow chuckle. “Probably sneaking work into his vacation.”
“It should be somewhere relaxing, because of his ankle.” Trowa said.
“Like the beach!” Duo cried excitedly.
“We’ll see what he wants when he wakes up,” Wufei said to Duo.
Trowa ran to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. He went to the couch Quatre was laying on. He put his hand behind Quatre’s head, and lifting it up slightly, he tipped the glass of water onto a washcloth he had gotten and put it on Quatre forehead. Quatre stirred slightly.
Duo stared at Trowa. “Where did you learn all this first aid and heath stuff?” he asked.
“Circus,” Trowa answered simply.
A low moan was heard from the couch. Trowa looked over at Quatre.
“Quatre, you ok?” he asked apprehensively.
“W—what happened now?” Quatre asked, and then moaned again, remembering. “My job…vacation…Oooohhh…”
Duo patted his shoulder. “Sorry man, but you needed it.”
Quatre, still in wet clothes, started shivering, and to make matters worse, his ankle began to throb again.
“Oooh, crap.” Groaned Quatre. “I’m gonna go upstairs and change.”
“Need help?” asked Trowa.
Quatre smiled at him. “I don’t think so. Be right back.”
Everyone watched as Quatre limped up to the stairs, and stumbling dangerously on the second step, he headed up.
“Poor Quatre,” Duo mumbled.
Quatre came down a little later in a white button-down shirt and khaki shorts, and sat on the sofa looking miserable. He drew his knees up to his face and gripped his hair. “What am I gonna do?” he whimpered.
“Quatre, be more easy on yourself! You’ve been so overworked, it’s just not healthy!” Trowa said, grabbing Quatre’s shoulders and shaking him.
Duo snorted. “You’re the first person I ever saw who didn’t want a vacation,” he said.
“But I’ve got a lot of work to do!” protested Quatre.
“You’re only 16, Quatre! We all are. You have too much of a burden to deal with at any age, so a vacation would be the best idea.” Trowa replied sternly.
Quatre sighed loudly. “Then what should we all do?” he finally asked after a few minutes.
“The beach!” Duo shouted.
“Ok. Fine. I don’t care ”
The G-boys decided the Caribbean would be great (actually Duo decided, but Quatre didn’t really care and the other guys thought it sounded nice).
After a few days later when everyone was packed, the boys took a plane to the Caribbean.
When they all got on the plane (first class, thanks to Relena) they all sat in the same row.
Quatre gripped the edge of his chair and whimpered, “I really, really, really don’t like plane rides…”
Trowa patted his shoulder. “It’s ok, this is a safe plane with a reliable pilot.”
“Mmm hmm…” Quatre murmured, looking terrified.
Duo smirked, not unlike Heero.
“I really wish I didn’t have a window seat,” Quatre moaned.
Duo sniggered, and said, “C’mon Quatre! Plane rides are fun!”
Quatre didn’t hear; the plane had started to lift off and he looked out the window, going pale and his eyes widening.
Then Quatre looked faintly green, and he got up and ran to the bathroom in the back of the plane.
Trowa shook his head in frustration.
When Quatre returned, he sat down again and decided he’d go to asleep.
When he had fallen asleep, Trowa couldn’t keep his eyes off him. When Quatre slept, he looked more like an angel than anything. He looks so…so innocent. Trowa thought. He watched as Quatre’s chest rose and fell gently, and his golden bangs fluttered every time he breathed out.
Trowa almost didn’t want the plane ride to end, but when it did, he shook Quatre gently. “Quatre, we’re here, time to wake up.”
Quatre was having a dream.
Quatre had white, feathery angel wings, and he was flying over big, beautiful fields and meadows. He finally landed in front of the house he and the guys were sharing.
He saw Trowa sitting on the grass outside, holding many flowers. When he saw Quatre, he jumped up happily to greet him.
“Quatre, I’ve wanted to tell you…I think I love you!”
Quatre couldn’t believe it. Suddenly he heard Trowa’s voice talking.
Quatre…Quatre…Quatre…
“Quatre, we’re here, time to wake up.”
He opened his eyes and saw Trowa, trying to wake him up.
He sat up quickly. “My dream… I have a feeling…something from my dream will come true…something will happen.” He said.
Trowa looked confused.
Then he thought Quatre must have had a dream, and with Quatre’s sixth sense about things, he wouldn’t be surprised if something actually happened.