| "Heero, wake up." A voice gently shook the sleeping boy. Heero's eyes fluttered open and he came eye to eye to Trowa. The Heavyarms pilot actually smiled. "I'm sorry I woke you, you looked really peaceful, but the others were worried." His voice was soft and Heero noticed that the room was dim. It was also a different room. He looked at Trowa questioningly. "We're already on the shuttle. You started to form a fever again so Sally drugged you. How do you feel?" He wondered.
Heero felt groggy, though he felt well rested as well as physically healthy. "I feel fine. What time is it?" He wondered as he forced himself to sit up. "About one. You should probably eat something before you do anything." Trowa suggested then pointed to a tray. "Apple juice and space food." He rolled his eyes. "Should have heard what Duo's reaction was when Wufei brought this on board." Heero snorted as Trowa gave him the try. "I could imagine. You seem to be in a good mood..." He stopped, not knowing if it was safe to mention it but when a burst of acceptance exploded in Heero's heart, he knew it was fine. /I'm going to miss this ability of yours./ He said to Quatre. < Hai, it does come in handy at times. > The blonde said softly and even though Heero couldn't see him, he knew that the ghostly pilot was smiling. "I am in a good mood." Trowa smiled again. "I was able to mourn the way I needed to. Then I had a dream last night and Quatre told me that it was okay to move on." A nervous feeling crossed Heero's senses. "Is that okay with you Heero?" Trowa's voice dropped as he spoke slower. Heero was taken back. He knew he wanted to say yes and he knew that both Trowa and Quatre wanted him to say yes. But no matter how loud the voice in his head shouted yes, his mouth and tongue could not form the word nor could his throat force it passed his seemingly clamped lips. "Trowa...I...c...can't." As soon as the words registered to the green eyed boy Heero felt as though his world had just shattered. /No, not my world. Trowa's world, and he had just pieced it back together after Quatre died./ Trowa showed no emotion though and nodded in understanding. "I will be in the cockpit if you need anything." The silent boy stood and bowed, then left the room, quietly closing the door. "Yes!" Heero finally forced from his mouth. "Fuck! Quatre! Why couldn't I say yes?" He spoke out loud in his panic. < Calm down Heero. Close your eyes so I can explain it to your face. > Quatre requested and Heero complied immediately. He found Quatre sitting on the large bed in the prince’s chamber. He looked up and smiled but there was a sadness in it that Heero didn't like. Slowly, Heero crawled up beside the slave and he sat down. Quatre sighed, then handed Heero a necklace with a star made of Gundanium and Heero recognized it right away. "That's the necklace I gave you at your funeral." He spoke softly, then looked back at Quatre, only to find that the boy wasn't looking at him. Heero gently took the necklace. "Why couldn't I say yes? I do love him...don't I?" He whispered, biting his lip. Quatre smiled. "Yes, you love him, at least, normally you would. But you have to have a heart to love someone." He explained. "What?" Heero demanded, appalled by the words coming from the gentle boy. "I have a heart!" He shouted. Quatre didn't flinch, though he was only inches away. "Yes, you're right. You have the heart, but I own it." Aquamarine eyes met dark blue. "You didn't have anything to give me at my funeral so you gave me your necklace and with it, you gave me your heart. It felt nice to hold it but I can't be selfish anymore. So I'm giving it back to you so you can give it to Trowa." Heero wiped a tear that fell from Quatre's eye. Then, without thinking he pulled Quatre into his arms. The other boy let himself be comforted until his sniffing ceased to continue. The blonde pulled away gently and wiped his eyes. Heero was about to say something but Quatre stopped him by pressing his finger against Heero's lips. "Don't waste your time with me. Go find Trowa and say yes." He whispered. Heero studied him for a few seconds then nodded. "I will, but I want to know something. Did you really tell Trowa that it was okay to move on? And is it really okay?" He wondered, not wanting to hurt the little angel. "Yes, I told him and of course it's okay to move on. He didn't need my permission as far as I'm concerned. The only reason I gave it to him was because he never would have let go without it." Quatre explained. "I am dead Heero, you have to remember that. Now go be with Trowa." Heero nodded and opened his eyes. If he had strayed only a second longer, he would have seen Quatre curl up on the bed and silently cry. |
