Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Voices ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3 : Voices

/run, run, Run Away!/

/Mr. Winner this needs your sigut…/

/ Fight don't let them take you/

/Let the blodd flow free../

/ We would appreachate your …/

"Ahhhh --- let me go" , Quatre screamed, ragged breaths escaped his pale body.

" Shhh Kat breath gently, very slowly," Trowas calm and comforting voice set Quatre at ease.

"Trowa, make them stop" Quatre whispered. Moving his huge hands over Quatre face he began tracing Quatres jaw line with his index finger.

"Make who stop?" Trowa looked deeply into crystal blue eyes. Looking up Trowa moved Quatres untamed bangs out of his face.

" They won't leave me alone, they always want something, I don't know what to do."

"Kat do you know who they are ?" Trowa asked concern dripping from his face. Quatre crawled into Trowas lap and balled his small body Placing his arms into Trowas chest he spoke:

"everyone --- "

Trowas eyes widen / this is not good, the stress must be taking its toll, what am I going to do /

"Quatre how do you feel baby?"

"tired and afraid." Quatre responded then nuzzling his head into Trowa neck.

"What are you afraid of?" Trowa asked softly so not to alarm his small angel.

"I'm scared of the voices" Quatre tried to snuggle deeper, in response Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre.

"What do they say?"

"RUN!!" Quatre screamed, Trowa's gripped tighten

"What else angel?"

"Trowa make them stop! It hurts I don't want their problems, I want them to leave me alone!" Quatre then began to shake and cry. Trowa rubbed calming circles on his lovers back once more.

" Shh how about you go back to sleep, I need to make some calls"

" DON'T LEAVE ME!" Quatre screamed and grabbed Trowa's shirt. Trowa gathered Quatre in his arms and carried him with him to the master bedroom.

/ I see they cleaned up / Trowa thought as he entered the room, / familiar surroundings / Trowa threw the beds comforter to the foot of the bed, quatre slipped his arms around trowas neck and tightened his grip.

" Quatre honey, let go "

"No please don't leave me "

"I won't- just let me put you on the bed." Quatre nodded and dropped his arms to his sides, Trowa eased his precious burden onto the king size bed.

/ he's so beautiful, so fragile /

Trowa pulled the covers onto Quatres body and tucked his love in and smiled

"sleep little one, I'll be right here"

"you promise?" Quatre asked eyes wide with fear.

" I promise" Trowa replied while leaning in for a kiss. Placing a small innocent peck on Quatres forehead Trowa then withdrew. Pulling back he patted the former sandrock pilot, Quatre gave a weak smile and turned to his side an began to drift.

/ now- where the hell is that phone book! /

Trowa gave a quick scan of the room, his vision caught a glance of a black notebook on Quatres desk. /there/

Trowa walked placing a large hand on the object and carefully picked it up

/ what the -/ Trowa sat down at the desk and began to rummage though the papers scattered over the large oak desk.

/ look at all this work how did Quatre last this long?/ Trowa shook his head and opened the book.

/Heero Yuy 555-7479/ "perfect" he whispered

" unnn hmph" Trowa snapped his head back. Quatre still laid on the bed but now in deep sleep

/ I wonder what he's thinking / grabbing the portable phone off its jack he wandered back to the bed. Easing himself onto the mattress, Trowa gently rubbed Quatres back. The muscles under his hand relaxed and Quatre was once more still. Taking the phone into his left hand Trowa dialed the number

*ring*ring*ring*

"hello- " and officially pissed Heero answered the phone.

" Heero its Trowa I- "

" What the hell do you want at two in the morning?" Heero growled into the phone, a voice could be heard behind Heero in the background " heero come back to bed, who is it? " , " It's Trowa baby go back to sleep I'll there in a sec. " Heero stated in a more caring tone than Trowa received.

" Heero, " Trowa began again " Quatre is sick.

" I'm sorry to hear that- but why call in this early just to tell me that!" Heero snapped

"Look he's real sick I think the stress from the corporation has taken it's toll."

" What are his symptoms? " Heero asked with concern

"Well he had been acting strange all week but last night I found him in the bathroom, he had broke a mirror and was cutting himself with the shards."

Heero gasped " what else?"

"he got sick and vomited, after I cleaned him up he feel asleep for a couple of hours then woke with a nightmare. Now he tells me he hears voices- Heero I have no idea what to do!" Trowa panicked into the phones receiver.

" calm down trowa, this maybe a little more than stress. Do you think he's dangerous?"

Trowa heisted then answered " I think he is, - that is why I called you I trust you. Do you think you could come down and help, you can bring duo also -and wufei to if you can get in touch with him."

"I'll do what I can, I don't know about wufei but me and duo will be there tommore morning." Heero replied

"thank you" Trowa responded relief entering his face.

"Trowa? " Heero asked questionably

" yes"

" You need to find him a therapist, I don't know if just us can solved this"

Angered by the suggestion Trowa bit back his tongue and responded in a cool calm voice

" I understand- lets just wait and see ok, see you tommore"

"hn" Trowa hung up.

*~*~*~*~

" honey what did Trowa want?" asked Duo as Heero entered their bedroom

" Duo- Quatres sick…" there he began and then presented to tell the whole story.

*~*~*~*~

Trowa signed and replaced the phone back on its jack. Returning to the bed he slide himself in under the covers. Quatres back facing him he gently patted the soft skin.

" Trowa, " Quatre called out, Trowa blinked with wide eyes

/ O'no I thought he was asleep - I hope he didn't hear /

with that thought Quatre had changed position and cuddled closer to Trowa and placed his head into Trowa's chest and resumed sleeping. Trowa's worry melted with the action and he slide his long arms around Quatre where he drifted into a world of dreams as well