Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Push Me Away ❯ Help Me Cope ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Don't Push Me Away

Genre: alcohol abuse, rehab, angst, mental stuff, sap, tear jerker (if I write this right)

Pairing: 3x4

Summary: After his father's death, Quatre begins to have a downward spiral in health both mentally and physically.

 

Bombayoni: Sorry *put earmuffs on Quatre* he can't hear you right now. *sighs* I do hate torturing the poor guy especially with this being my first 3x4 pairing continuation. I'll make it up to him later. Thank you for reviewing!

 

Rose Fury: Me too. But I'm the one making him suffer. *smacks hands* Bad me. Thank you for reviewing!

 

Shampoo marea: Glad to hear it and you gave a rating. Thank you!

 

Chapter 2: Help Me Cope

 

Quatre laid in his double king sized bed face down. His hair and oversized night shirt was rumpled and rough looking. The comforter normally placed on his bed was tangled around his legs. An oddly shaped empty bottle lay abandoned at the foot of his bed where it fell.

 

Two weeks.

 

It had been two weeks since his father had died and his world fell in around itself. He lifted himself unsteadily from the sanctuary of his pillows and cover. His head ached intensely and his stomach did flips every time he even thought about going any further. He moaned miserably and forced his limbs to move him towards the bathroom suite.

 

After much deliberation, he made it to the large tiled room. As soon as he reached the door jamb his insides lurched into his throat. He quickly threw himself to hover over the toilet seat happy to find that it was already up and emptied himself in violent heaves. Minutes passed before the heaves began to come up dry. The headache eating at his brain behind his eyes throbbed ruthlessly from temple to temple.

 

He needed more.

**

“Master Quatre, I can't buy these things for you. You're a minor.” Rashid protested warily. He took in his employer's ragged appearance. The once well kempt teen he'd known through the war pale and clammy to the touch. His wide aquamarine eyes were glassy with dark rings around them.

 

“I wasn't a minor when I piloted Sandrock and I am in no means a minor now.” Quatre countered and did his best to glare at the taller man. “You are to buy those items on the list and bring them to me. That is an order.” He added with a stern voice.

 

Rashid started the young master's tone. He'd do anything for Quatre. Anything, but this. He was not going to watch the youth drink his life away. “There has to be a better way to deal with your grief, Mas—“

 

“I don't want to hear it! This works. Do as I say or leave!”

 

The tall Arabian squared his shoulders and bowed deeply. Things had to be done in order to keep the young Master from harming himself. He couldn't do it alone however. “I'm afraid I can't. Goodbye, young Master.”

 

Quatre was a little shocked at Rashid's decision. Hurt, too. He thought that Rashid, of all people, would understand how he felt. There were other ways of dealing with one's grief but none of them were as immediate as what he'd found. Why couldn't Rashid understand?

 

“To hell with him.” The young Arabian said angrily once he was alone. He stared out the window at his long term friend as he made his way to his car. Tears prickled at the back of his eyes. He blinked them away stubbornly. If Rashid didn't want to help him then he'd find someone else. He stalked determinedly through his room to the phone. Without thinking about it, he dialed the number of the driver he'd had the day of his father's funeral.

 

“'lo?” The voice answered.

 

“Hello, I require your service again.”

 

“Sorry man, I'm too hammered to drive anyone anywhere.” The driver slurred.

 

“I just want more of what you gave me the other day. Or at least the ingredients needed to make it.” Quatre said. His voice sounded desperate but he took no heed to it.

 

“Shit man, just go to Jack's ABC store. He don't do IDs or nothing. Pay him enough and he got cha back.”

 

“Very well.” Quatre hung up the phone. Jack's ABC store…..

***

The ABC store was a little different than Quatre was used to. He'd never seen a store completely dedicated to alcohol. Shelf upon shelf had some sort of drink from simple wine cooler to heavier things he couldn't even pronounce that he knew was illegal.

 

“What can I help you with, kid?” The man behind the counter asked. His voice was harsh and old just as his physical appearance was. His face was wrinkled beyond his actual years. Heavier wrinkles circle his ebony eyes giving him a glaring unfriendly look. He wore a large black shirt over his broad torso and stained blue jeans.

 

“I want some….of that.” Quatre said waving his hands in the direction of the assorted alcoholic beverages.

 

The man grunted. “You got money to pay for it?”

 

Quatre licked his lips nervously and reached into his pocket. He pulled out all the credits there and placed them on the counter. “Is this enough?”

 

The man gawked down at the amount of money present the cleared his throat. “With all that, you'd be able to buy five cases of every type of drink I got here.”

 

“Good, I take it.”

***

The owner of Jack's ABC store who turned out to be named Devin was all too happy to fill out Quatre's request. He also provided a delivery truck that bought the order within half an hour.

 

Once everything was unloaded, Quatre tipped the driver and went to sample his purchase. He decided to start of slow and began to drink the wine coolers first. They taste much like a children's juice drink. After sample all thirteen flavors, he was feeling a slight buzz.

 

By the end of the day he was pleasantly `hammered' as the driver had said. He'd sampled everything from the wine coolers to something called Extra Dry Gin. His throat was completely aflame from the various drinks. It didn't matter. He didn't hurt anymore.

***

Rashid stopped outside Trowa's apartment. He stared up at the floor he knew the stoic teen lived on with a grim determination. Getting out the car, he tried to think of a way to explain what was happening with the young master. His feet carried him unconsciously towards the building complex and inside. Before he knew he was standing outside Trowa's door.

 

He knocked and waited patiently.

 

Trowa paused in pulling out something for dinner at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He closed the `fridge and walked silently towards the door. He carefully looked through the peep hoe without putting his body completely in front of the door out of old habit. He was surprised to see Rashid standing there.

 

He quickly undid the lock and chain on the door and opened it. He nodded his greeting Rashid. The taller Arabian returned the silent greeting as he always did.

 

“I apologize for interrupting you…” Rashid began. Trowa waved it off with a one shouldered shrug. “…I'm afraid my visit is concerns Master Quatre.”

 

Trowa's eyes narrowed as he waited for the taller man to elaborate.

 

“Since his father's passing, Master Quatre has been in bad spirits. I'm afraid he's turned to alcohol to deal with his grief and may turn to something more damaging.”

 

“What do you want me to do?” Trowa asked. His emerald eyes were set to the side not meeting the other man's gaze. He felt a little…hurt that Quatre hadn't confided in his friends before turning to alcohol. He was also very worried having full knowledge of what someone grieving could and would do to themselves.

 

“You and Master Quatre are fairly close. I was hoping that you'd be able to bring him out of his depression by being there for him.”

 

//Mission Accepted// Trowa thought. He looked up to lock his eyes with Rashid's. “You have my word. I will help Quatre.”

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: Did that last bit sound a little like Heero? Who knows? Anywho, I sorta like how this is going but you have to let me know. I've boosted this fic up to at least 10-15 chaps since I'm going to do the rehab thing after all. Not to mention Trowa still has to tell Q his feelings and work up to a lemon. Did you think I was going to leave you hanging without a lemon? Not in this lifetime. Well review or I'll leave you hanging without any updates. JA!