Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Push Me Away ❯ Trust Me, Love Me ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Don't Push Me Away

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

Pairing: 3x4

Disclaimers: Better late than never, this applies for all of the chapters I post after and prior to this chapter. I do no own GW nor do I pretend to…outside of my own little world. ^^

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

 

Chapter 4:

 

Trowa helped Quatre downstairs. While his body was doing one thing his mind calculated all the possible ways things could go wrong. He'd probably be better off just sending the blond Arabian to rehab. Part of him knew that. The other part didn't want anyone he didn't know or trust helping Quatre.

 

He sat the smaller man down in a chair in the large kitchen. “I'm going to fix you something light. You'll need to keep yourself hydrated and fed.” He told the youth as he turned to put some tea on. He calmly walked to the pantry and pulled out a loaf of bread. “Where's your toaster?”

 

“Second cabinet over the sink.” Quatre answered numbly. His eyes were downcast unseeingly staring at the table. “Why do you want to help me Trowa?” He asked. “After what I said yesterday…”

”You're my friend, Quatre, and” I love you. “I've seen enough people wasting their lives with this kind of things. None of them I actually cared for…until now.” He spoke as he reached up into the cabinet to get the toaster, a six slice deluxe model. He turned hesitantly to regard the other man's reaction.

 

“Thank you Trowa.” Quatre said looking up at the green eyed young man. “I care about you too you know.” He smiled making his pale face look brighter.

 

Trowa returned the smile shyly. He turned to plug the toaster up and placed four slices of bread into the slots. “If you can hold this down, I'll make you some eggs, okay?”

“That would be nice.” Quatre said absently. His eyes roamed over the room carefully before settling on a bottle Trowa apparently missed. It was halfway hidden under the sofa and obviously not opened. He licked his lips finding them suddenly dry. He reached up to touch his eye as the muscle began to jump. He blinked rapidly and turned his attention back to Trowa.

 

Trowa remained oblivious to what was going on. He removed the tea from the stove and began to fill a cup for him and Quatre.

 

“I'm going to the bathroom, kay?” Quatre said.

 

“Sure, I'll have everything set up by then.”

 

Quatre nodded a little too quickly. Luckily, Trowa was still turned away and didn't see. The blonde ex-pilot stood and walked as casually as he could into the living room. He checked behind him again before bending to pick up the bottle. //Southern Comfort// he thought as he read the label. He almost ran to the bathroom once he had a good grip on it.

 

With the door shut and locked, he sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat. He opened the bottle in a flash. He paused thinking about how devoted Trowa seemed to want to be towards getting him better. //He won't mind, will he? He'll understand// Quatre reasoned with himself. He wrapped his lips around the bottles opening and tossed his head back. The burning bitter liquid flowed down his throat all the way down to his stomach. //Only a sip// He told himself. Despite that, when he finally let the bottle go, it was almost empty. He grimaced for a second before downing the rest.

 

*

Trowa turned and stared in the direction where Quatre had gone. Something was wrong. He had a feeling that it was. He placed the tray of tea and toast onto the table with a soft clank. He walked carefully to the bathroom and knocked softly. “Quatre are you alright?” He called.

 

“Yeah, peachy-keen.” Came the slurred answer.

 

Trowa frowned. Realization hit making his stomach drop. He'd missed a bottle? Damn. “Quatre come out of there.”

 

“Trowa, do you love me?” Quatre asked. The European Latin man blinked in surprised.

 

“Quatre—“

 

“Answer the question, do you love me? Yes or No? I love you, do you love me?” The question was accompanied by a fit of giggles. “Do you want to screw me blind as bad as I want you to?” The young Arabian gasped between giggles. The door flung open followed by the drunken for of the ex-pilot.

 

Trowa caught him around the waist.

 

“I told my papa that I was gay and he didn't like it. Then he died. It hurts because he wouldn't talk to me at all up until it was too late.” Hot tears trekked down the angelic face as he pressed his head to Trowa's chest. “He was so close to dying hating me. Then he leaves his company to me. What the fuck am I going to do with his stupid company?”

 

“Quatre…”

“Please tell me you love me. I don't think anyone loves me now. Over half my sisters hate me because I got the company. `If I hadn't been born, I'd still have a share of the company'. That's what Ismanie told me. She was so mad.” Quatre burst into another fit of giggles. “They all hate me. I bet Heero and Duo do too.”

”They don't…”

 

“And you do too…”

 

“No, I don't hate you, Quatre. I care a lot about you.”

“Do you love me though?” The smaller man sobbed clinging to the other as if he were a drowning man.

 

Trowa sighed heavily. “Yes, I do.”

 

“Why didn't you tell me?”

 

“Because it wasn't the right time. You were mourning your father's death at the time.”

 

“…I think I'm going to be sick.”

 

Trowa had enough time to understand before Quatre emptied his stomach all over his front. He grimaced as the acidy smell of vomit and alcohol surrounded him. He let Quatre finish though suffering through it the best he could. When the youth looked back up, he was met with indifferent eyes.

 

“You're mad at me aren't you?” Quatre asked. His face was tinted green and his words were still slurred.

 

“Yes and No.”

”About throwing up on you?”

 

“No, about the bottle of liquor you just drank. I see I can't let you out of my sight now.”

 

“I'm sorry…”

 

“I know.”

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: A little bit of info on why Q-man is so broken up and a little confession. Review and I'll update as soon as possible.