Disclaimer: I do not own GW and I never will *begins to cry* but I can write fics about them (or try to) *brightens* and here is my first! Now, please remember that this is my first fic, so be kind. But whatever you do, DON�T SUE ME. Trust me, it�s not worth the trouble, I don�t have any money, so you�ll just be wasting your time. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy the fic!

The moonlight entered through the window of the small Arabian�s bedroom, and landed on his angelic face. It was obvious he was having a good dream, for a contented smile touched his lips. He sighed one word.

�Trowa�� Suddenly he whimpered, all signs of content gone. �No! I don�t want to, stop, please! Let me go! Zero, don�t make me do this!� �Master Quatre.�

Rashid entered the room and knelt by Quatre�s bedside.

�Master, wake up, you are having a bad dream. Master!� Rashid took hold of Quatre�s shoulder and shook him awake.

�Wha�Rashid? What are you doing here?�

�I heard you calling out, and thought that I should check on you. I�ll leave now.� Rashid stood up and walked to the doorway of Quatre�s room.

�Thanks, Rashid.�

�You�re welcome.� Rashid closed the door to Quatre�s room.

Immediately, Quatre fell back on the bed, barely suppressing a groan. It always happens. I can�t shake it out, it�s the same dream, over and over� Quatre�s standing in a field of white flowers, with the intertwined branches of the trees hanging above him. Suddenly he turns around, feeling that there was somebody behind him. Quatre smiles happily, seeing that it was Trowa, walking toward him.

Trowa has that soft, small smile that Quatre treasured so highly. Right when Trowa was almost within arm�s length, the scene changed, and they were back in space, with the Zero system still controlling Quatre�s every movement. But the terrible thing was that Quatre was still in control of his mind, and his heart. He felt the horror and self-disgust at every monstrous thing he did. But the worst was when he shot Trowa, who was still trying to reach him, as if he didn�t even notice that they weren�t in the flower field any longer. And Quatre fired.

But it didn�t end, even there. He saw the surprise on Trowa�s face, just five seconds before he dies.

�No, not again!� It was A.C. 197, and the five Gundam pilots were getting together again. (Yes, five, Trowa did survive, as we all know, it�s just that the guilt makes Quatre dream he�s dead.)

They decided that they would meet at Quatre�s house. Or, more specifically, Duo had decided. Duo was living with Heero, but he had missed the other pilots, and had somehow gotten them to agree to meet. They were all coming to Quatre�s house in three days, and would stay there for a month.

�Duo, why did you really want to get everyone together? If you wanted to see them, you could have just visited them all.� Heero had entered the room they shared, and was standing behind Duo.

�I can�t hide anything from you, can I Heero-chan?�

�Of course not.� Heero walked over and put his arms around Duo. (He had softened up, with Duo�s of course.)

�Now, what�s your motive?�

�I really want to get Quatre and Trowa together,� admitted Duo. �I know that they both care about eachother. A lot.�

�You and anybody else with eyes,� remarked Heero dryly, very unlike the soft kisses he was giving to Duo�s neck.

�Mmm, everybody but them,� replied Duo, while turning his head so that his mouth was just at Heero�s collarbone.

�We know how that feels, better than anybody. I think that it was good of you to get them together, Duo, but maybe you ought to stand back from now. They have to come to eachother,� said Heero thoughtfully.

�How is it that you know so much about these things, Heero?� Heero gave Duo a soft smile.

�Because I went through it myself.� Then he silenced whatever Duo had to say with a long, passionate kiss. (Um, let�s leave them there for the moment. Move along�)

Trowa stared up at the stars, thinking about a certain blond-haired angel. I wonder how Quatre�s doing? I�ll find out soon enough. Three days. Three days before he saw Quatre again. I don�t know what made Duo want to get us together, but I�m grateful. Now he would have an excuse to see Quatre.

Trowa didn�t hold any illusions about himself and Quatre. He knew he loved him, but he also knew that there was no possible way that Quatre could ever love him back. (Hasn�t he ever heard the saying �Love can do impossible things�?)

But at least he could see Quatre, he could be near him for a whole month. That thought alone made him happy. Or as happy as you can get when you know that the love of your life will never love you back.

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