Okay before I begin…this is my first Angst fic ever so if it sucks please forgive me. And yes, I know that I replaced some of the words (girl = boy, baby = angel) and the song isn't mine either. Nor are the G-boys. And all that stuff. Enjoy!

The battle had been trudging on for what seemed like days. The Gundam pilots were tired and couldn't go on for much longer. Deathscythe's Thermal Scythe had lost its "thermal" hours ago. Duo's only option was to use the rod, stab the MD, and hope that it would explode.

Sandrock lost one of its Heat Shorters and had to defend itself with just one. So in turn Quatre was just getting tossed around. Wing Gundam still had its Energy Blade but Heero knew that it could go out at any minute. It was the same with Nataku's Double Sided Triton. Wufei just had to rely on his beat up Dragon Fang.

Heavyarms was having the hardest time, being a weapon-less and ammo-less Gundam now out of bullets and missiles. All Trowa had left was the Army Knife. He could barely fight with it, not to mention defend himself.

/I never thought that I would lose my mind

That I could control this/

A MD attacked Trowa from behind, causing Heavyarms to fall to the ground. Getting his Gundam up as quickly as he could, Trowa thrust his knife into the doll's stomach.

Nothing but sparks flew. Not to mention that there was another MD coming. Heavyarms' knife was stuck in the other doll. Trowa forced his Gundam to make a sharp turn slicing the other doll in half and blowing up the first one, but he couldn't handle the sharp turn.

Trowa heard a crack, his wrist had broken. A jolt of pain went through his body. Trowa, and his Gundam, were now both crippled. Suddenly, Heavyarms' leg gave way. One of the dolls had shot him. Trowa repeatedly tried to get his Gundam up. The several attempts made his hand and wrist bleed, but he still couldn't get up.

/Never thought that I’d be left behind/

The MD raised its Buster Canon, and aimed at the fallen Gundam Heavyarms. The thought of self-detonation ran through Trowa's mind. That plan would do no help. There was nothing Trowa could do, just hope that the other pilots could keep fighting.

The Buster Canon glowed as it begun to power up. Trowa smiled faintly.

"Quatre…my angel…I…"

His tired body gave in. He could fight no longer. He wouldn’t. The emotionless and merciless doll would silence him, permanently.

/That I was stronger than you Angel/

Trowa weary eyes opened. He wasn't dead. Was he? Trowa was still inside Heavyarms. His wrist was still broken and bleeding. He was still tired. No, he wasn't dead. But why? Trowa turned on the screen. A white, black, and yellow Gundam was in his path. The doll had hit the non-intentional target. Quatre had taken Trowa's place. In his place to die? No, Quatre could never die. Trowa wouldn't believe it. The screen went blank. But Trowa heard a soft voice in its place.

"Trowa…are you alright?"

"Quatre…"

"I'm…I'm sorry I couldn't help…you…sooner."

"QUATRE?!"

"Ai…shiteru…"

A painful sigh whispered inside Trowa's Gundam. He heard a loud thud and Duo cried out. Deathscythe finished off the last doll, and Duo lept out afterwards. Climbing up on top of Sandrock, he pried the cockpit door open. Quatre was inside, bruised and broken. His white blouse and blond hair drenched with crimson blood. Duo found a vein that hadn't been slit. A pulse, if any, was still there. Quatre's chest, alas, showed no signs of breathing.

/Boy if only I knew what I've done

You know, so why don't you tell me/

Trowa pulled himself up and out of his Gundam. He saw Duo taking Quatre out of Sandrock. Trowa forced himself foreword till he could see his love clearly. He saw Quatre and was taken up by sorrow, his body frozen in the ice of loneliness and despair.

"Q-Quatre…he's bleeding. Why is he bleeding? Quatre!"

Trowa fell to his knees, horrible loneliness, grief, and pain snatched him up. The same feeling he felt for so long, since he was a child.

"My angel…why does my angel look hurt?! Why is he bleeding?! My Quatre, no, not my Quatre. He can't die…HE CAN'T! QUATRE CAN'T DIE!"

Burning tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His heart felt icy cold. He clutched head as it started to throb.

"Don't leave me…please don't leave me…"

Trowa couldn't feel himself collapse, his vision blurry with tears. "Quatre please… don't… leave… me…"

/And I, I would bring down the moon and the sun

To show how much I care/

Trowa woke up on a hospital bed with Sally looking down at him and his wrist wrapped up. With fear rushing through him, Trowa leapt up. He looked at Sally with mournful eyes. She could tell what he was going to ask. "He's in that room, Trowa."

Trowa rushed over to the hospital room and looked through the glass. There was more bandage than boy. Quatre's skin was a pale, dead, ivory color. Wires and IV's hooked up everywhere. To Quatre? Trowa didn't even want to know.

With out a word of permission Trowa ran in to be by Quatre's side. He sat in the chair beside the bed and held his blonde lover's hand. It was cold. Quatre's face no longer had the warm smile that Trowa lived for. The pulse machines only beeped sounds of possible death; Quatre's life signs were weak.

/Don't wanna lose you now

Angel, I know we can win this

Don't wanna lose you now

No no, never again/

Trowa spent the next few hours staring at the blank wall, his emotions once again caged in. Duo sat down beside him.

"Trowa, you gonna be alright?"

"I'll be fine."

Trowa's lifeless voice worried Duo. "I'm sure Quatre's gonna be fine. The best thing we can do is just hope he makes a speedy recovery."

"Will he even recover?"

"Trowa?"

"Is he just gonna die? Maybe he will. My mistake. Will that kill him?"

Duo had no idea who Trowa was even addressing the question to. "Trowa just because you fell and couldn't get up doesn't mean what happened afterwards was your fault."

Trowa still didn't bother to look up at Duo. He just continued to stare at the wall.

"But why couldn't I get up? Tell me that Duo."

"You were injured. A broken wrist would give anyone a hard time."

"No…no that's not why. And even if that was the reason, it's still my fault…"

Duo was still determined to break Trowa's stone face and sculpt a smile into it.

"I think you're just grouchy 'cause you haven't eaten anything. I'll go get you something."

Duo walked off. Trowa watched him leave and sighed.

"Duo, why do you always wear that happy mask? We all have hate and fear to hide. Why the hell can you hide yours so long? Maybe…it's because you're stronger than me. And that's why it's my fault Quatre's in there, because I wasn't strong enough."

/I've got this feeling you're not gonna stay

It's burning within me

The fear of losing

Of slipping away

It just keeps getting closer Angel/

Night fell and Trowa had gone to sleep. His dreams filled with hatred and sadness…

"Daddy…I…didn't do it, I…didn't…mean to…"

*dream*

"Trowa you made you're mother cry."

"I didn't mean to daddy. I just asked her a question."

"What?"

"That… Why did you hate us so much?"

"So you think I hate you huh? I think a moment to think is what you need."

Trowa knew exactly what his father meant. The little boy made a leap for the door, but his father caught the back of his shirt before he could escape. Trowa wriggled to get free, but it was no use. He started to cry.

"Please daddy! I don't wanna go in there again! DADDY!"

His father opened the closet door and tossed little Trowa in. Trowa sat up and turned the knob, but the door had already been locked. Streams of tears covered his face as he pounded at the door with his tiny hands.

"Daddy, please let me out! It's dark in here! I don't like it in here! Please let me out!"

Little Trowa pleaded the whole night, but his father never came to let him out. He kept trying, till he eventually cried himself to sleep…

*next dream*

Trowa sat on the swing set. He wasn't really swinging, just staring at the dirt. Trowa heard all the other children whisper.

"Trowa's so weird."

"He never talks to anyone."

"I heard his daddy hits him."

"And that he's afraid of the dark."

"That's funny."

"Told you he's weird."

Pain crushed Trowa's little heart. "I'm…weird?"

Thought the insults hurt him, Trowa still choose to remain non-talkative. He was just afraid of being hurt again. So he didn't even bother to try. Two much taller and stronger looking boys stood in front of him. One of them pushed Trowa over and he fell onto the ground.

"If you aren't using the swing then go away!"

Trowa sat up. "Sorry…"

The other kid laughed. "The wittle weirdo finally said something."

"I'm not weird!"

"Are too!"

Trowa gave them a face that they didn't like and one of them punched him in the stomach. Trowa fell to his knees, keeling over with pain. The two boys laughed and walked away. Trowa's tears of pain turned to tears of anger, and he pursued the ones who had hurt him. They turned around to face him, but before one of them could even speak, Trowa drove a tiny fist into the one who had punched his face.

The boy fell to the ground, rubbing his broken, bleeding nose and starting to cry so loud that the whole playground could hear him. Trowa stared at his bloody hand till the teacher dragged him inside and his father took him home. Trowa was too scared to say anything. His father stared at him with cold, serious eyes. Trowa huddled into a corner.

"Wh-where's mommy?"

"Out shopping. We got the whole house to ourselves."

He cracked his knuckles. Trowa gulped. "Yep. Just you and me…"

Just like the normal play. Trowa's father tossed him in the closet. But this time he didn't lock the door and leave. He just closed the door behind him. Sounds of a child crying out and screaming could be heard through the wooden door, along with skin hitting skin with painful slaps.

*end of dream*

Trowa woke up with beads of sweat running down his face. Wufei was also in

the room. The Gundam pilots had been taking shifts watching them.

/Whatever reason to leave that I've had

My place was always beside you/

Sally came into the room.

"Trowa…Wufei…I have some bad news. I think the other two better hear it too."

"I don't want to leave Quatre," Trowa wispered.

"Trowa, this is concerning Quatre."

"What?"

Trowa looked at Wufei. He shook his head. He had to know what was going on too. Trowa had a horrible feeling inside. Why did Quatre have to be this way? What had happened to Quatre while he was asleep?

/And I, wish that I didn't need you so bad

Your face just won't go away/

All four pilots faced Sally. She had a terribly worried look on her face.

"Quatre's gone into a coma and, as if that isn’t bad enough, he also has a low blood count."

Trowa gasped. "Oh God…"

"What blood type does he have?" asked Heero, already knowing the question.

"Type B."

Heero shook his head. "Not my type."

Wufei frowned. "Nor mine."

"Well, I can donate."

"Do you even know your type?" Heero asked with slight suspicion.

"Yeah. I'm a universal donor."

Sally smiled. "How 'bout you Trowa?"

"B…"

/Don't wanna lose you now

Angel, I know we can win this

Don't wanna lose you now

No no, never again/

Duo rubbed his arm. "Geez, that needle really hurt!"

"Duo, you're such a baby!"

"I am not, Wufei!"

"How much did they allow you to give?"

Duo pouted. "Only one liter. Damn why do I still have to be a kid!"

Wufei smiled. "Too bad."

Heero tossed Wufei an angry look. "Not funny."

Trowa came in looking rather pale. Duo ran up to him and slappped him on the back which made Trowa nearly fall over. "Hey Trowa! How ya feelin?" Trowa mummbled in response. Duo snached the paper away from him with the donation info. He stared at it with shock.

"Trowa…you're not…that old…" Duo looked at it more closely and gasped, "Trowa! What do you think you were doing?! Damn-it three?! You shouldn't have given so…"

By that time Trowa had fallenl to the floor. Duo shook his head. "Trowa…don't kill yourself."

/Don't wanna lose you now

Don't wanna lose you now/

Trowa awoke feeling like he could throw up at any minute. Heero handed him a mug.

"Sorry. All they had was coffee."

Trowa sipped it slowly. "Coffee's fine."

Heero sat in the chair next to his and looked at the weary pilot. "What do you think you were doing, giving all that blood?"

"Quatre needed it."

"I think you need it too."

"Well if it hadn't been for me, Quatre wouldn't even be the way he is now. He wouldn't be in a coma."

"You can't keep blaming yourself."

"Why not?"

Heero raised his hands, giving up, and leaned against the wall. "Forget it. You just shouldn't act so foolish."

Trowa stood from his chair making it fall and marched up to the Japanese pilot, smacking him. Heero touched his sore cheek.

"HEERO, YOU IDIOT! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Heero stared at him with shock. "I WOULD GIVE ALL MY DAMN BLOOD! MY SPIRIT! MY BODY! MY SOUL FOR QUATRE! AND IF I HAD GIVE UP ANY OF IT, I WOULD! I'M NOT GONNA LET QUATRE DIE!"

/I never thought that I would lose my mind

That I could control this

Never thought that I would be left behind

That I was stronger than you/

"YOU WERE LUCKY BECAUSE YOU HAD NO PAST! MINE WAS FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT TORMENT! AND IF I HAVE TO LOOSE THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO HOLD DEAR TO ME, IT WILL LEAVE ME NOTHING BUT SADNESS AGAIN!"

/Don't wanna lose to loneliness

Boy I know we can win/

"THAT DAMN MOBILE DOLL COULD HAVE KILLED ME AND I STILL WOUNDN'T CARE! QUATRE WOULD BE SAFE AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME! BUT I COULDN'T EVEN FIGHT BACK CAUSE I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH! IT'S MY FAULT QUATRE'S HURT! AND I'M GOING TO BE ALONE!"

/Don't wanna loose to emptiness, oh no

Never again/

Trowa didn't want to hold back anything anymore. He let out his tears, his words, his feelings, and didn't care at all. "I CAN'T LET QUATRE DIE BECAUSE OF MY WEAKNESS! I CAN'T BE ALONE AGAIN! I LOVE QUATRE TOO MUCH TO SEE HIM DIE BECAUSE OF ME!"

/Don't wanna loose to you now

Boy I know we can win this

Don't wanna loose you now

No no, never again/

Heero closed his eyes and sighed, "Do you think Quatre would want you to die on his account?"

Trowa paused. Heero kept going, "Trowa, if you gave you life for Quatre to live, then you'd just be putting the grief on him. What do you think will happen if you died? Quatre would be just as heartbroken as you are now. And I don't think you want him to be that way."

Trowa realized his foolishness. "I know, but Quatre…just can't die…"

/Don't wanna loose you now

I know we can win this/

Trowa heard the little beeps of the life reader quicken, becoming more active. He ran back to his love’s bedside.

"My angel…"

Quatre opened his bright blue eyes and smiled, "Hi Trowa."

Trowa's tears became tears of joy and happiness. Quatre raised himself slowly and kissed Trowa on the forehead. Trowa hugged Quatre tightly and sighed with relief.

"Quatre…I'm sorry."

Quatre touched Trowa's lips with his fingers. "Don't be. I will love you always and nothing will ever change that."

Trowa smiled, "I will always love you too Quatre."

Quatre lifted himself a little higher and whispered into Trowa's ear, "And I don't blame you for anything that happened. Just don't be sad okay?"

Trowa nodded. "Yes, my angel."

/Don't wanna loose you

Oh no or ever again

Don't wanna loose you now/

And that's the end of my very bad angst story. Corny wasn't it? Well if it was or anything you might think of it as, please tell me. Bye!