Meanwhile, as Wufei fled the room, Quatre was still glaring at Trowa.

"What?" Trowa asked with genuine curiosity.

"I *thought* you liked me." Quatre turned his head away pointedly, gazing into his tea.

"I do like you." Trowa hovered near the hallway, not sure where this was going.

"Why were you with Heero? You two woke *me* UP! If you like me, then what was all that?" Quatre waved a hand, turning his head back to glare at Trowa again.

Trowa really didn't know how to respond to that. With all the guilt he felt over the situation, he really didn't need problems from Quatre. "Cause he was in my bed?" Trowa offered, realizing as soon as it was out of his mouth that it was the wrong thing to say. He cringed internally and waited for Quatre to blow up.

He didn't have to wait long. Quatre's eyes visibly widened in outrage as he got up slowly from his chair. "He was in your *bed*? Are you telling me you would do anything with anyone who was just *in* your *bed*!? I thought you started the night in your own room Trow-a." Quatre stepped forward, prodding at Trowa's chest with a finger.

"I got thrown out." Trowa didn't want to say anything about Quatre's other accusations.

"Damn it Trowa! I'm not letting you avoid what I said! So it doesn't matter to you who's in your bed and you'll just sleep with them anyway? Is that how you see me too?" Quatre stared up at Trowa, hurt mixing with the anger, because he had that feeling he was right, he wasn't entirely sure, but he knew.

"No... I like you. I..." Trowa trailed off, not quite knowing what to say... He did like Quatre, he really did, but he also like Heero! *After last night... I want to be with Heero more... But...* Trowa was conflicted.

"No. You wanted to be with me but that isn't the same thing to you at all is it Trowa?" Quatre didn't sound angry anymore at that point, instead suddenly sounding sad.

"Quatre..." Trowa mumbled quietly, ducking his head. He slowly leaned forward to pull Quatre into his arms.

Quatre let him, but just stood there, his head turning to the side as he looked at the ground. "Did you just pretend to like me as more than a friend completely Trowa?"

"No. Of course not." Trowa closed his eyes, trying to block out the lost expression on Quatre's face.

"Why Trowa? I could *feel* you." Quatre finally raised his hands, timidly wrapping his arms around Trowa as well.

"You mean... Uhh... The... Uhh..." Trowa swallowed nervously and took a deep breath, squeezing Quatre just a tad closer.

"Yes Trowa, that's exactly what I mean. Just what did you *do* with him?" Quatre finally looked up from the floor, the sadness having fled, now having turned to curiosity and jealousy.

Trowa nervously ran a hand over his face. He did not want to talk about this with Quatre! The same Quatre who would push him away every time he tried to make an advance. The same Quatre who ran blushing every time he made an innuendo. "Things." Trowa decided on a little revenge, making his answer as vague as possible.

"No! Tell me!" Quatre gripped Trowa tighter, as though afraid that he would run. "I need to know!"

"Why do you need to know?" His voice was soft and he tried to gently tried to push Quatre away.

Quatre didn't release Trowa, his arms tightening. "Because I do. I can't explain it, I just need to know."

Trowa sighed and leaned his head back, hitting the wall slightly. "We touched each other Quatre."

"Is that all?" Quatre continued to look up at Trowa, a faint blush rising on his cheeks, but he was determined to get the entire answer.

"Of course not! Use your imagination." Trowa refused to look at him, and tried to push him away again. He refused to give details.

Quatre let himself be pushed and spun on his heel so he wasn't even facing Trowa. "So you did do... It?"

"Do what?" Trowa's agitated voice was nearly a growl.

"You know, all of it." Quatre gave his hand a vague wave. "I couldn't tell how far..."

Trowa just sighed, not knowing what to say, but he knew he had to say something. "What do you want me to say?" He hated the uneasy silences they were falling into.

"It's just a yes or no Trowa. Did you go... All the way?" Quatre still isn't facing him. He really did have a reason. He needed to understand the pleasure he felt from the pair, and wanted to know how far it went, especially with what he felt about Trowa.

"Quatre. It doesn't matter. It's not like I cheated on you. We're not together. So what does it matter?" Trowa needed some more coffee and he needed it soon. He was coming down with a monster headache. *All this on top of what I already did to Heero! Why me??*

"It isn't completely about you Trowa. Believe it or not, the answer is important to me and would be even if I wasn't interested in you." Quatre turned a little, looked at Trowa with a soft intake and exhale of a silent sigh. Trowa only replied with a sigh and diligent silence. "You know I'm different Trowa, this has to do with that. So yes or no, did it go all the way?" Quatre turned, looking fully at Trowa again.

"Yes." Trowa whispered with his back turned, hoping that was the answer Quatre wanted, even if it wasn't technically true.

Quatre slumped a little and sighed, just nodding once to himself. "Then I'll remember the difference."

"The difference?" Trowa asked, puzzled, but didn't turn around; pretending to really interested in the stove.

"I told you I felt it Trowa, did you think I lied?" Quatre moves to the table, picking up his cold tea.

"No." Trowa shifted slightly.

"So I'll know the difference next time I feel that. At least I'll know what's going on." Quatre lifted the glass to his lips quickly drinking the remainder before moving to the sink.

Trowa rubbed his temples for a few moments watching Quatre out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm sorry Quatre." He paused. "I don't think you're ready for what I need. And I'm not ready for what you need."

Quatre didn't say anymore rinsing out the cup and putting it aside. "Not for what you need, or I need. That sounds about correct. I need it to be deeper, and you need it to not be. We'll talk later Trowa, don't forget your mission with Heero."

Quatre got up and sighed and retreated to his room before Trowa could say anything else. He could feel an intense migraine coming on. *I need to get out!* He put on a light jacket and zipped it up praying that Doktor S didn't send him any missions.

Zechs was leaning up against a tree, a hand clutching his bleeding side. The doctors had injected him with a few things before he could get loose, while he was still immobile. The moment he could fight them, he did, now having the injuries to show for the trouble. His gaze looked around the massive amounts of trees and he nearly groaned. *Where were those pilots?*

Quatre slammed the door, thankful that Trowa was no longer in the kitchen when he walked out of the house and into the woods.

Zechs pushed away from the tree, eyes nearly crossing as the word spun, but he forced himself to walk. He'd heard something to the north...

Quatre stomped around the grass before reaching the forest, still stomping and huffing, trying to walk his anger out. He hit a tree roughly with his fist "ARGH! What's the problem anyway?! We weren't even together! Maybe if I'd just had sex with him the first time he put his hands on me..." Quatre sighed loudly as the memory ran through his head.

Zechs finally found the source of the noise and was suprised to see a blonde boy, so much smaller than himself making such a loud commotion. Though as he considered, he realized he knew that face, part of the Winner family. Confused, but out of options, Zechs brought his bloody form into view. "If you could spare a moment..." His voice was weak, barely speaking level in his shout. He wasn't wearing his helmet either.

*What in the hell?* Quatre cursed to himself as he saw the bloody blond out here in the forest, miles and miles from civilization. He reached carefully for his gun before realizing that this other blond was way too bloody to even be a severe threat. He took one nervous step forward toward the taller figure.

Zechs gave a wavering smile to Quatre and sank down to his knees, his ice blue eyes opening fully to gaze up at Quatre. "Kindly don't kill me. I'd hate to come out here just to die."

"Do I know you?" Quatre was staring intently at Zechs, a nagging feeling he should know eluding him.

"Once upon a time, there was a prince. The prince watched over a little child who came to visit, but later, the little prince was thought dead. That didn't mean he didn't still watch the little child, he simply never let them know." It was cryptic, and his voice was slurring, his long pale hair hiding his face as he rested his hand on the ground, trying not to cough.

"What? That explained nothing." Now Quatre had to keep an instinctive need to heal in check. He pulled out his gun and rested it on Zechs' temple. "Who do you work for?" He was fearful this... Person... was just acting hurt and had come to kill them and if that was the case...

"Work for? Ha! I have long had my strings cut. I work for no one." He took another wheezing breath, trying come back up to a sitting position. "But please, either kill me, or help me, but make up your mind."

Quatre looked around nervously, still skeptic that he was being set up, but decided to help. *What can I do though? Take him back to the cottage? Lead him right to where we don't need him? Make the safe location we just got to no longer safe? What if he has a tracking device placed on him?* Quatre crouched down and attempted to lift Zechs, even though he was quite a bit taller and heavier.

Zechs gave a wavering smile. "Glad to see I can rely on an old friend." He used as much of the strength he had left to help Quatre get him back on his feet, though he was still rather slouched.

"Friend?" Quatre asked cautiously as he slowly started to walk back towards the safe 'cottage', completely puzzled by this new event.

Zechs pointed to himself. "Prince." He then pointed at Quatre, though it was off a little as he wavered badly on his feet, his voice almost gone. "Little child." He then let out a small laugh that turned to coughing. "Are you as bad following your family ethics as I am?"

"What?" Quatre asked, startled at the sudden accusation and a strange memory that flashed across his chest as though in accusation for forgetting.

"I think... I think you'll have to ask later..." Zechs' voice was barely audible, and after his sentence he lost consciousness, slumping his full weight into Quatre.

Quatre slumped slightly, losing his balance and almost toppling over to his left before letting Zechs slide down his body slightly so he could put him on his back piggyback style. He grunted softly with the effort, Zechs was *allot* taller and heavier. Quatre was suddenly thankful he hadn't let himself wander too far into the woods. Zechs weighed less than his frame would have suggested though, even though he weighed more than Quatre, it was by a lot less than he should have. Quatre grunted and carried Zechs back to the cottage, noting that either he was getting used to the body on his back, or Zechs was getting lighter. He carried Zechs through the doorway and into the bathroom, preparing to bandage the bloody man up.