It was very quiet outside save for the birds that bathed in a small fountain in the garden. The fountain was that of two angels that held antiquated jars overflowing with water. One of the angels was pouring the water from its jar to another jar that the other held. It had been a house warming present from their three friends. When asked about the reason why they chose that particular design, all Wufei said was �Hey, it was simple. When we saw it, we thought about the two of you.� The gift was, indeed, a lovely addition to the garden that was filled with flowers of different types.

This place was Trowa and Quatre�s favorite place. It was here that they would spend most of their time together talking, laughing, teasing, running around, or just laying on the grass. They enjoyed each other�s presence so much that they would forget about where they were and what time it was. This day was no exception. By the time they ran out of breath from laughing too hard, it was already dark.

�Umm, Trowa, I still need to go to work tomorrow. We better get back inside. I had no idea we were out here all day.�

�Augh! There we go again. Work!� Trowa sighed. �At least I got to have you for at least a few hours.�

�I�m sorry� Hmm, I could probably have lunch with you tomorrow. I don�t think I�m going to have lunch with any business associates tomorrow. Will that be ok?�

Trowa visibly smiled. �Okay, I�ll meet you down at the lobby� I really have this feeling that your secretary hates me. She probably has a thing for you. Who knows, she just might decide to take you from me one of these days.�

�Trowa, you have the wildest imagination. Okay, I�ll be there at eleven o�clock sharp. Now, let�s get back in. It�s getting cold.�

Upon entering, Quatre decided to take a quick shower while Trowa prepared their dinner. Trowa was so involved with the preparations that he had prepared their dinner in record time. He just felt so relieved that Quatre was feeling better. He also felt the satisfying after effects of spending time with his love. Trowa began another one of his daydreams but quickly remembered that the dinner that he prepared was getting cold.

�I don�t think it�d take that long to take a �quick� shower. I better check on him.�

Trowa walked up the flight of stairs and as he entered the room, he saw an all too familiar sight.

�Not again.�

Quatre was bathed and inside the warm blankets, shivering. He didn�t look as fine as the doctor said he would be. Trowa checked his forehead and realized that he had a fever.

�At least that quack was right about something.� Trowa muttered. He handed Quatre some pills and a glass of water, changed into pajamas, and joined him in bed, forgetting the now cold dinner down stairs.

He scooped the now sleeping Quatre up and tucked them both in.

�This is definitely not �perfectly fine�. We�ll have to find a different doctor tomorrow.� Trowa thought. ��and a certain someone is definitely not going to work tomorrow.� he added in a whisper.

Quatre blinked as he woke up to the morning sun that was striking his face. After rubbing his eyes and doing a bit of stretching, he looked over to the side to find a peacefully sleeping Trowa who had an arm loosely put around him. Not wanting to wake him up, Quatre gently released himself from Trowa�s arm, quickly turned off his alarm, and headed straight for the bathroom.

It was his first day back from a four day vacation and he knew that a lot of work would be waiting for him on his desk. He honestly didn�t want to go back but he knew that it was his obligation to. While taking a shower, he mentally prepared himself for what he knew was going to be a busy day. He just hoped that it wouldn�t be as bad as the last time he took a vacation.

He scrubbed himself clean and dried off minutes later. As he concluded his shower, he decided that he wold use all the optimism he had in him to get through the day. It was, after all, the only way to prepare himself for what was to come.

�It�s going to be okay.� he told himself. �It won�t be *that* bad. Anyway, Trowa�s coming over at lunch. He�ll surely cheer you up and you�ll forget about your responsibilities even just for a little while.�

Still embedded within him, his positive attitude, he started to comb his hair and brush his teeth, making sure that he looked his best. Trowa was coming to meet him and he felt that if he looked just fine, Trowa wouldn�t worry about him as much. So, he continued getting ready, occasionally checking the clock that hung above.

All of a sudden, he felt weak, as if all the positive energy within him had vanished at the blink of an eye. He stood unsteadily as he held the sink behind him for support. He felt sick. It was cold and it seemed like the chest pain he had the other day was coming back. He quickly turned to face the sink before he violently coughed out something yellow. This continued for quite some time before he calmed down. It was odd to see such a thing coming out from his mouth. He didn�t understand what was wrong with him.

Afraid to lose control during the day and frightened of the thought of not knowing what was wrong with him, he immediately reached for the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed and took them. It felt like a bad omen but he was pretty resolved on going back to work that day.

�I�m just imagining things.� he said. �The doctor said I was fine so I�m sure that it�ll pass soon.�

Pushing what he believed to be crazy thoughts aside, he continued his morning ritual. When he was done, he quietly tiptoed on the carpet and looked over the bed to make sure that Trowa had not woken up from his coughing. He stared at Trowa�s sleeping form and admired the child-like quality Trowa had when he was asleep. He was so adorable curled up on a long pillow with a smile on his face.

�He must be dreaming.� was all Quatre could say as he snapped out of his daydream and headed cautiously towards the door. Not long after that, a car�s engine could be heard as it left the driveway.

Trowa woke up to the familiar sound and immediately looked over to what his arm was draped over. On his arms was a long, soft pillow that sweetly smelled of Quatre. �What? So where *is* Quatre?� he thought.

He looked over to the other side of the bed to find out that it was empty, with the pillows neatly set in place. Steam was coming out from the bathroom, possibly from recent use. The closet was open, revealing an empty hanger that once held clothing. On the small table to the side of the bed was a small note. Trowa opened it and read it�s contents.

�Trowa, I�m sorry I left without telling you, but I didn�t want to wake you. I�ll see you later at lunch, okay? Eleven thirty sharp in the lobby? Don�t forget! Love: Quatre.�

Trowa sighed realizing that his stubborn patient had successfully left the vicinity without him noticing. He almost ran after him but decided against it. Quatre was old enough to know what he was doing. He may be dedicated to his work too much but he was just as dedicated to Trowa. Trowa knew this and felt the same dedication, but he knew that there were just some things that he couldn�t control. Perhaps another vacation was in order. On the other hand, it was those vacations that lead to another few weeks of catching up with what was left behind. It seemed like there was no way out of it either way.

He felt a little more confused than usual, so he decided to stop forcing his brain to come up with possible solutions. Still feeling sleepy at seven o�clock in the morning, Trowa tucked the blanket under his chin and started to doze off.

�Somebody�s going to be in trouble at lunch time.� he said with eyes closed, talking to no one in particular. �Yup, he *is* unstoppable. (yawn)... very, very slippery, .... hmmm... the best escape artist ... very, *very* (yawn) stubborn!�

Trowa fell asleep with another big smile on his face as he hugged his soft, Quatre scented pillow.