"Are you sure this is the way out?" Quatre asked skeptically as he and the other four pilots made their way through the OZ labs.

Duo grinned cheekily and said, "Relax, Quatre. The bombs are set to blow and I've got the detonator."

"That's what worries me." Wufei muttered under his breath.

"FREEZE!" The five pilots froze in their tracks as a group OZ soldiers rounded the bend. Gun shots echoed through the hallway as gundam pilots and OZ troops alike fought to stay alive.

Trowa was so absorbed in battle that he almost didn't see an OZ soldier opening a valve behind Quatre. "QUATRE, LOOK OUT!"

The blond Arabian turned around to see the valve open. A strange green chemical rushed out, hitting Quatre and slamming him unconscious against the lab wall.

"Quatre!" Duo finished off one last soldier and ran to his friend. The chestnut haired pilot shook the blond youth. "C'mon buddy, wake up."

Trowa knelt beside the DeathSycthe pilot and stopped him when he saw blood streaking Quatre's hair.

Heero tucked his gun away and said, "We have to leave now, before reinforcements come." Trowa gathered the smaller pilot in his arms and ran after his comrades.

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Duo looked at the blond boy laying in bed. "Is he okay?"

Heero wiped his hands on a rag and said, "He's just got a concussion. He'll be fine."

Duo looked like he wanted to protest but for once, kept silent and followed the Perfect Soldier out of the room. A minute later, the door creaked open and Trowa stepped in.

His green eyes softened as he leaned over Quatre and brushed a soft kiss against his bandaged forehead. "If only I could tell you how I feel about you." He said softly. Trowa pulled a chair up by the bed and closed his eyes. "If I can't tell you, I can at least be with you."

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The first thing Quatre felt when he woke up was a splitting headache. "Ow… what happened?" The second thing he noticed was that his voice had gotten higher. "It's probably just a sore throat."

He sat and saw Trowa sitting in a nearby chair, fast asleep. Quatre smiled and started to undo the bandages around his head. The gauze fell on the bed in a heap and the blond stood and slowly approached the chair. Quatre carefully touched the French pilot's cheek and whispered sadly, "I love you."

He turned and headed for the bathroom, wondering why he felt so strange. Quatre flicked on the lights and turned on the water. The Winner heir had no idea why he was so sore but he figured a bath might help. He took off his shirt and stared.

Trowa jumped when he heard a strangled scream from the adjoining bathroom. "Quatre?" The HeavyArms pilot jumped up and rushed in. He stopped and his one visible eye widened until it took up nearly half of his face.

A young blond girl stood before him. Short blond locks framed her delicate heart shaped face and her blue eyes were wide and trembling. She clutched her shirt to her bare chest, her dainty body shaking.

"Quatre? Is that you?"

The blond girl nodded and blurted out, "I don't know how this happened! I just woke up and I was going to take a bath and I-" Her voice trailed off and she burst into tears.

Unsure of what to do, Trowa awkwardly took her into his arms and stroked her back. "It's okay. It must have been that chemical you were doused with at that lab. We'll ask Doctor J for a antidote."

Quatre looked up at him with bright hopeful eyes and gave him a shaky smile.

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"Hey Tro! Is Quatre awake?" Duo asked as the quiet boy entered the kitchen.

"Yeah." He mumbled.

"Well, where is he?" A soft voice came from behind him.

"I'm right here." The American looked at Heero and Wufei's shocked faces and turned around. His violet eyes grew as large as saucers and his jaw fell to the floor as he stammered, "Q-Quatre?"

Quatre was wearing a black skirt, white blouse, and sandals, courtesy of her sisters' wardrobe. She blushed furiously and mumbled, "Hi everyone."

Heero got over his shock and said, "It must have been that chemical from the OZ lab."

Trowa looked from Quatre to the cobalt-eyed boy. "That's what I thought. Do you think Doctor J can find a cure?"

"I think so. Hold on." The pilot of Wing Zero opened his laptop and a moment later, Doctor J's face appeared on the screen. "Doctor J? We have a problem."

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Quatre shivered as she was led into Doctor J's lab. Something felt very wrong, she just knew it but didn't want to burden the others any more than she already had.

The blond girl shifted uncomfortably in the bra she was wearing. How could her sisters possibly wear something like this?

Doctor J was waiting for them. Quatre shivered again as he raked his metallic eyes over her body. The silence was unbearable and she was coming extremely close to running outside when he finally spoke.

"I think I may have an antidote. However, I want Quatre to stay here for a few days so I can make sure nothing goes wrong."

Heero nodded and turned to leave. "All right then, we'll be back in five days."

She watched their retreating backs. Quatre bit her lip nervously and never noticed the predatory glint in the doctor's eye.

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Trowa gazed nervously at the clock. They hadn't even left Quatre there for twenty-four hours but he felt like he was going to burst.

"Why don't you go see her?"

Trowa turned to face Heero. "I couldn't-"

"Why not?"

Trowa tried to think of something when the dark haired boy continued, "Quatre loves you as much you love her. Go to her."

The green-eyed boy pulled his jacket on and headed for the door. Before stepping out, he turned around. "Heero?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

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After running a series of tests, Doctor J placed a hand on her shoulder and led her into a room. "Right this way my dear." Doctor J followed her into the room but didn't turn on the lights. The only source of light came from a small window.

Quatre jumped when she heard the door slam. Trying desperately not to panic, she blurted out, "Doctor J?"

She flinched as he came closer. Steel claws closed around her wrist and she gasped, trying to pull away. He pushed her against a table and pressed the girl against himself. Quatre opened her mouth to scream when his lips pressed against hers with crushing force.

Pulling her head away, she gasped out, "Stop!" Doctor J ignored her, his one good hand undoing her blouse and pushing her skirt off her waist.

Quatre brought her knee up, trying to catch him in the groin. His steel claws wrapped her throat and Doctor J hissed, "This won't be as painful if you keep still." Quatre stopped struggling and didn't resist as he took off her underwear and undid the clasps of her bra. He drew back and gazed appreciatively at her naked body. Doctor J grinned wolfishly as he looked her over. Creamy skin seemed to glow in the dim moonlight and illuminated her golden hair. He ran rough hands over the soft curves and fingered one of the budding breasts.

Panic and nausea rolled over her, wave after wave. The blonde girl choked back the bile rising in her throat but fear overwhelmed her. Tears streaked the pale cheeks as Quatre screamed, "Please stop!" Doctor J paid no heed as he continued to stroke the slender body. His invasive fingers traveled lower until Quatre could feel him probing at her entrance. "Stop doing this!" The door suddenly flew open and light flooded in.

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Trowa knocked at the door but no one answered. He turned the knob and was surprised when the door opened easily. The French boy stepped inside cautiously and heard screaming from one of the rooms.

Not wasting any time, he kicked the door open and gaped at the sight that greeted him. Doctor J had Quatre pinned against a table. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor and he was touching her all over, ignoring her cries.

Fire blazed in the cool emerald eyes as Trowa bolted in and knocked the doctor away. Fury took over and he let his body take control. His hands wrapped around Doctor J's throat and Trowa could think of nothing else but strangling the life out of the man who dared to hurt his angel.

A small voice broke through, snapping him out of his trance and bringing him back to reality. Quatre was on the floor, struggling not to break down. "Trowa, leave him. He's not worth it."

Her trembling voice quelled the fire within and he let go. The doctor slumped to the floor, unconscious but still alive.

Trowa took off the man's lab coat and wrapped it around the girl's shaking body. He scooped her up into his arms and walked out as quickly as he could.

Quatre looked up at him and asked timidly, "Where are we going?"

"Away from here." Was the only reply.

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It was a warm night and there was a gentle breeze. Moonlight glittered against the gentle waves as they splashed against the beach. Trowa's shoes crunched slightly in the damp sand as he walked along the beach.

Quatre lifted her blonde head away from the other's shoulder and asked, "Trowa?"

Though his nerves were strained, the HeavyArms pilot summoned up the gentlest tone he had and answered, "Yes?"

Cerulean eyes were filled with shame and repulse as Quatre mumbled, "Thank you for saving me. I-I'm very grateful."

Bending closer so that their faces almost touched, Trowa bent closer and said, "You would've done the same for me." His lips closed the gap from hers and pressed together in a soft kiss.

When they pulled away, he whispered, "I love you. If you don't feel the same way, I understand." Quatre's hand pulled him down for another kiss.

"I love you too." She whispered back.

The green eyes were filled with such happiness and relief as Trowa held her closer. An elegant hand drifted to the folds of the lab coat and hesitantly, opened it.

"May I ?" Trowa asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. Quatre bumped her nose against his and kissed the tip of his nose; there was no need for words.

The hand pushed the white fabric off her shoulders and the lab coat fell to the water. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he laid her on the wet sands and stripped off his clothes. Jacket, pants, boxers, shoes, everything, was thrown over his shoulder and landed in the sand with a soft plop.

Quatre gazed adoringly at the lean, muscled body. She ran her small hands over his chest, blushing slightly. Trowa moaned softly when her delicate fingers brushed against his nipples. Quatre's hands then trailed up his neck to his face and traced the chiseled features.

The brown haired boy caught her hand and ran his lips over her fingers.

Their lips met in another kiss as Trowa's hands ran over her body. He was gentle and strong, so different from the rough hands that had been pawing at her before. He trailed kisses all over her, his kisses infused with salt as a wave washed over them.

Trowa cupped one of her bare breasts and brushed his thumb over the nipple. The brown haired youth felt himself hardening when he heard her soft gasp.

The French pilot took the other nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly on it. The blonde moaned and arched her back. Trowa released the rigid nub and trailed his finger along her body, so gently she could barely feel it.

Trowa drank in the sight of her, his eyes filled with affection and wonder. Quatre looked exquisite, lying in the sand.

Her cheeks were flushed and her sapphire eyes sparkled. Droplets glistened on her naked body, glittering like jewels in the moonlight. Just looking at the blonde made Trowa's erection throb with vengeance.

He dropped a kiss on her navel as his hand drifted down and stroked her clit. Quatre moaned again, her soft ringlets plastered to her face and neck. The green-eyed young man could feel her squirming beneath him as he pressed heated kisses to her silky skin.

Trowa's fingers stroked the folds of skin near her opening, a thick liquid dripping onto his digits.

"Please Trowa, don't wait any more." Quatre whispered, her brilliant eyes glazed and clouded.

Trowa gently coaxed the milky thighs open. He encircled muscled arms around her slender waist. Slowly, he pushed his erection into her, gasping at how hot and wet she was. Quatre whimpered and dug her fingers into his bare shoulders. His whole world spinning, he thrust into her, completely oblivious of everything else around him. Trowa shuddered and he came, spilling his seed into her. Trowa pulled out of her and held the petite girl in his arms. After some time, he said, "If you regret this, I understand." Too tired to say anything, Quatre simply took his hand and placed it at her breast. The lapping of the waves lulled him to sleep and Trowa let go of everything, feeling the steady throb of his love's heartbeat against his battle-roughened palm.

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The first weak rays of dawn shimmered over the ocean and stung Trowa's eyes as he woke up. Blinking sleep away from his eyes, he smiled when he saw that Quatre was back to normal. Not that there was much difference. "It must have been temporary…" He murmured. Trowa reluctantly drew away from his angel and pulled his clothes on. The quiet boy wrapped his jacket around the sleeping Arabian and lifted him into his arms. Sleepy blue eyes opened and Quatre smiled.

"Are you alright?" The French pilot asked quietly.

"Mm."

"Just go back to sleep, okay? Don't worry about anything."

"Mm."

Trowa smiled, amusement playing over his features. "Is that all you can say?"

"Mm."

He pressed a kiss to the soft hair and rubbed his cheek against Quatre's. The blond boy burrowed deeper into the warmth of the jacket and snuggled closer to the solid chest.

Unbidden by the cry of the seagulls and the crashing waves, came a soft whisper. "Let's go home."