The field was full of grave stones.....but at the same time seemed so empty. A shadow soon fell over one of these stones marked "Farewell Our Beloved Quatre". The figure to whom the shadow belongs to knelt down by the grave and gently wiped off some of the dust that had found its way there. From a distance, he heard blasting sounds going on and off. Although it wasn't apparent, he could hear the pain and sorrow of those who were dying in this war. But he didn't care, for his own pain exceeded those around him.

"Quatre....I have failed you once again," Trowa said and realized he was in tears again.

"I'm not ready to come back yet....not until I have changed history but......" he stopped. "I couldn't help you....I guess this is meant to be my love."

Trowa wiped the tears from his eyes, but they wouldn't stop flowing down. He curled up against the grave stone and cried. He had done something he couldn't before, he finally managed to accept the lost of Quatre.

//Who was that?// the unibanged boy wondered.//He couldn't be me, could he? I'm...I probably just imagined it.//

Just then Duo walked in.

"Look, Trowa. I've been thinking. I know you are doing this to protect him, but I don't think I should get involve in this anymore that I have," the braided teen said and thought he was talking to the Trowa from the future.

"Duo...." Trowa said in confusion.

"I know what you're going to say, but it makes me feel bad about myself when I try to break those two up. Just this afternoon, I had to..."

"I...I don't think I understand what you are talking about."

"What? You know, your whole mission in coming back here. Remember?"

Trowa was silent. Duo looked at him closely.

"Oh God! Trowa?"

"Yes?" the former HeavyArms pilot replied looking as if more confused than before.

"Oh no....I mean..what are you doing here?"

"I came to pick up the novel you took and I saw this person....my own reflection perhaps."

"Own reflection?"

"Yes, but the image disappeared when I came in."

"That's not your reflection," Duo said and suddenly realized that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone.

"What do you mean?"

"I...ugh....I meant to say that it was a hallogram. Yeah, a hallogram that...that...Hilde wanted to keep a collection of all of us." the American boy tried his best to come up with a fake explanation.

"...Alright Duo," Trowa said and left the room.

//This is not good. The other Trowa went back and it's all my fault. How am I suppose to help him now?" the former Deathscythe pilot thought and rested on his bed. //Oh Heero, if only you are here. You'll be able to figure all of this out.//

Trowa went step by step until he reached the room in the far right corner trying not to wake up his angel. He then opened the door and entered Quatre's bedroom. He laid the former Sandrock pilot down on his bed and covered him with his blankets. The unibanged teen sat down on the bed and gently brushed his lips against the lips of his sleeping beauty.

"Good night my love," he whispered in his ears and left the room.

The mansion was completely silent. The clock struck twice a few minutes ago and Trowa still laid restlessly on his bed. He struggled to fall asleep but found his mind wondering what he saw earlier. //It wasn't just a hollagram, was it?//He asked himself. Although he didn't want to believe it, deep down he knew that the figure he saw was more than a hallogram. Soon the clock struck three times and even though the question still rang loud in his mind, Trowa could hear the noise of the clock fading away as he fell into a deep sleep and dreamt.

Everything was so foggy. Anywhere he look, mist seemed to block his sight. From a distance he heard someone crying out for him. He ran towards the voice and suddenly someone appeared. Someone with fair blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"Quatre?" He asked.

The image in front of him smiled.

"I love you Trowa," He said. "I promise I'll never leave you."

Then the blonde boy began stepping away.

"Quatre...." Trowa said.

The unibanged ex-pilot reached out for him but he faded away. Soon he found that he was indulged in another dream.....



"Mr. Barton, should we tell master Quatre where the kidnapper hid Miss Iria," Rashid asked.

"No, please. It's hard enough for him to find out about the kidnapping, I don't want him to worry. I'll go alone to rescue her," Trowa said.

"I understand," Rashid said.

"Iria, it's not safe. Just forget about me," Trowa said.

There were more involved in the kidnapping than Trowa thought. He had already found Iria, but he was injured on the way. He could barely move and didn't want to risk Iria's life so that she can help him out.

"Trowa, I can't just leave you here," Iria said in response.

"Look, if you stay here, then both of us would die. Please Iria, I don't want Quatre to be sad because of this. You understand, don't you?"

"I....I understand," Iria said reluctantly.

"Then go before it's too late," Trowa hesitated but continued. "Tell Quatre not to worry about me."

Iria nodded then placed Trowa on the ground and made a run for the exit. Trowa on the other hand laid on the cold floor and slowly went unconcious.

Trowa stirred and regained conciousness. When he did, his body ached all over. He noticed that he was tied up and realized that he must of been taken prisoner by the kidnappers.

"I see that you've waken up Mr.Barton," a female voice said.

"You.....how dare you? You attempted to hurt Iria," Trowa said with hatred.

"You've got it all wrong, Trowa. You are the one that I want, not her," the voice continued. "She's merely a bait to get you here."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Funny you asked. You know perfectly clear what I intend to do to you. Trowa Barton, I going to make you suffer through the pain you put me through. I'm going to make you feel the sorrow of how I felt when I lost Quatre to you."

"Quatre never loved you."

"He would have if you didn't take him away from me."

"Listen to me, Quatre knows not to come here, there's no way that he'll be tricked by you."

"Is that right? Well let me tell you something, he is making his way here as we speak."

Trowa sat on the ground trying to break lose from the ropes that confined him. His mouth was covered by a cloth so he wouldn't be able to speak. //Just a little more time.//He thought. Just then the door to the warehouse opened. Quatre was standing a few hundred yards away from Trowa. When he saw the unibanged teen, he began running towards him. Just then the cloth over Trowa's mouth came lose.

"No...Quatre stay back!" He yelled out.

"Too late Mr.Barton," the same female voice said from one of the shadowy corners. "If I can't have him....nobody will."

BANG. A bullet was fired and then the Arabian boy fell onto the ground.

"QUATRE!!"

Trowa suddenly woke up from the nightmare. His head was throbbing and his body soaked in perspiration. Quickly he got up and ran to the room where Quatre was resting.

//What is going on?//He asked himself over and over again but couldn't come up with an answer. All he wanted to do now was to make sure that the blonde boy was safe.

As he enter the room, Quatre was still sleeping peacefully. He body was turned to one side and the unibanged boy can hear as he softly took in every breath. Relieved at the sight that the Arab teen wasn't in danger, Trowa slowly made his way out of the room. As he took one last look at the former Sandrock pilot, he felt his heart ache just as it did in the earlier part of the day.

//What is going on?//He asked himself once again. Suddenly there was a flash of light in his mind and he saw the image of Quatre lying on the cold floor alone and in pain. //What does all of this mean?//