Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Call Came at 5:00 ❯ Trowa and Quatre ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Okay dokey…GW, in it's entirety, does not belong to me. At all. Not even a tiny little bit. Sad…but hey, since I put this disclaimer here I can do anything I want with the boys. *evil laugh* Heh heh heh…

Note: This comes directly after the whole Trowa/Quatre chapters. If you forget what happened, um…basically Trowa is going back to the circus and Quatre is going to the company.

"So what do we do now?"

The question hung in the air for some time before Trowa responded.

"We go on. We live. We survive." Quatre nodded.

"Of course we do. But what will we do with our Gundams? How will we function in society? How will we keep the fact that we were gundam soldiers a secret from the media? What about-"

"Thing will work themselves out. There is no need to worry." Quatre smiled a bit.

"I suppose you're right. But there are so many questions…"

"Not all questions were meant to be answered. And I don't have answers to the questions that do have them. Things will become clear in time. Trust in that." Quatre nodded.

"I wish I could answer some questions. Things are so confusing." Trowa nodded.

"I wonder what the others will do. You and I both have people waiting for us. But they don't. What will they do with their lives?"

"We can ask tomorrow. Then at least some questions shall be answered." Quatre leaned forward, stretching a bit. Then he got up and went to a near window that looked over the dark back yard. His breath fogged up the window, and Quatre wiped the foggy part away with one hand, leaving a streak. The corners of his lips turned up into what was almost a smile, but then relaxed again. He looked back at Trowa, who was sitting on the couch looking at him.

"It's a cold night tonight. We might see snow soon. Well, if we stay here, that is." Trowa got up and joined him at the window.

"Who will stay here though?"

"I can't imagine any of us staying. We are so used to movement, I don't think any of us could stand to be in one place to very long. That's the way we were conditioned and that's the way we've become."

"It will be interesting to see how the others go about their lives."

"Yes, it will at that. I can't see Heero ever stop being a gundam pilot at heart; it's too much of what he is. Perhaps, though with time…"

"It's in all of us, it will always be in all of us. Whatever we go on to do, whatever happens next. This isn't something we can just let go of now that it's not needed. No matter what others see us as, no matter what else we are called, we are and will always be gundam pilots." Quatre sighed.

"I suppose you're right. I didn't want that to be true, I guess. I don't want to live the rest of my life a killer trained in art of mass destruction."

"Just because that is what you were trained to doesn't mean that's what you have to do. All of us know how to kill, and we have killed. That doesn't mean it's what we have to keep doing." Quatre looked at him oddly.

"You're being very talkative, much more so than usual. Why?"

"As a way of proving a point. I was trained not to talk. But now I am talking. Just like even though we were trained to kill doesn't mean we have to any more."

"Interesting way of proving your point. I don't think I've ever seen you this talkative."

"We've had long talks before."

"Yes, but those were mostly me talking with you throwing in good points now and then in as few words as possible." Trowa nodded.

"True."

"So will you keep talking like this?" Trowa shrugged.

"Maybe." Quatre laughed and Trowa smiled. Quatre looked back out the window. A lot of things had changed tonight, some obvious changes that would affect everyone. But how many small things have changed, that no one would fully realize the affect it had on them? Quatre smiled. Perhaps the full measure of all that had changed would never be realized, but Quatre was confidant that in the end, it wasn't the measure of the change than mattered, but how they dealt with the change.

End notes: Blurg blurg and more blurg…NOT my finest work. I had no clue how to end this…I don't know. It seems so…cheesy…to me. Anyway…just the epilogue left!