8-15-2001

Uhmm. Hello? Can anybody hear me? Okay, here's the second part. Sorry for the delay, Enjoy. C&C,flames, deaththreats, insults and rope are also welcome. On with the show.

When You're Gone Part 2 Jim Morrison.
Disclaimers: DOn't own,Not making money, Don't sue, cause I own Jack all.
Not even my life or my soul.
Warnings: Introspection, crypticness. A bit AU.
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 13+6+9

 

Heero lay beside Duo, slowly stroking his hair as he watched the other man sleep.

He and Quatre had finally gone to sleep, allowing themselves to be dragged to bed in preparation for the visit that they would make to Wu-fei and Sally's home later that day.

But Heero knew that Duo's visions were still bothering them, whether they would admit it or not. For Quatre, the visions just presented utter frustration, since they were reminders of a woman that he had deeply, almost madly been in love with that was now, seemingly lost to him forever.

He had tried to move on with his life. After nearly breaking completely due to her departure, he had clawed his way back and found love in quiet Trowa's arms. But he had never really been able to forget her completely.

The fact that he still carried a torch for a woman that had coldly left him had become a bone of contention between Quatre and Trowa. Although they didn't fight and had a fairly stable relationship most of the time, any mention of Pilar would change that.

Knowing full well that Trowa and Quatre would begin to fight when something like this happened, Duo usually tried to keep the small flashes of visions that he saw between him and his lover. This was because Duo felt guilty about his friends' fights and hated to add any fuel to them. But somehow, no matter how hard he tried to keep it a secret, Quatre would find out.

No one knew why Duo was the only one that had access to Pilar. Despite Quatre's empathic abilities being so strong, he couldn't receive anything from her. Heero and Trowa had shared blood with her, and they only had a very vague idea of her presence.

"She was your family Guardian for so long, maybe some of her blood got mixed into yours by mistake some time." Heero had guessed the first time that Duo had gotten a brief image of Pilar standing in a cemetery full of stones and pine trees.

"Yeah. I guess." Duo had agreed before he turned back to his video games. They hadn't spoken of it again, since Duo just didn't feel comfortable knowing that he could do things that were a little "Weird." Heero personally snickered at his lovers' view.

Receiving images of someone else's life was perfectly normal compared to the fact that He and Quatre were Ulfrics, Trowa was a Cat and that Duo was immune to death and could, to an extent, control whether a person could live or die. Being a bit psychic on the side didn't seem so freaky after realizing that they all could literally fill a book of mythology with what they were and what they could do.

Shaking his head, Heero pushed those well-trodden thoughts out of his head and carefully began to run his fingers through the length of hair that was spread on the pillow.

He had just finished the first stroke when he heard a soft knock on the door. Sighing at being interrupted in his task, he shut down his impatience and went to answer the door.

"Hey Trowa." Heero greeted the tall, pale man. Trowa tried to smile, but the smile he pulled out looked more like a grimace of anger. Seeing this, Heero then noted that Trowa's usually cool olive-green eyes were now a bright, flaming peridot and that his pupils were black slits.

"Shit. He's really pissed." Heero thought to himself, tossing the refusal he would have given him out the window. Trowa didn't really get pissed off much, but when he did, it wasn't a good idea to be within a ten-kilometer radius of him. And if you had to be there with him, the only thing that you could really do was either hide, or to comply with any request that he might have.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you." Trowa said, his voice low and soft. Heero nodded as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him softly.

By silent agreement, they headed to the den to talk. It was large and quiet and no one would come and bother them in their conversation.

"Allright." Heero said as he sat down on the arm of the sofa. "What did you want to talk about?" Trowa didn't say anything as he sat down on the coffee table and looked at Heero.

"I'm tired of fighting with her ghost." Trowa said, his voice harsh. Heero remained quiet.

"I thought that I had won his heart. After he finally began to come out of his depression, I thought that he had gotten over her. But now, I'm not so sure." Heero winced at this.

"He still cries for her, sometimes. He shuts me out a lot of the time when I ask him what's wrong with him." Trowa shook his head sadly.

"I don't know what to do. I keep trying to get close to him, but he just freezes me out. No matter what I try to do, he just shuts me out at every turn."

"She was his first love, Trowa. He can't help but to still think of her." Heero replied quietly, resigned to play the Devil's advocate for both Quatre and the missing Pilar.

"Even after she nearly drove him to madness? Why? Why would he want to dwell on that pain? I don't understand his need to still keep on hoping that she will come back when he has me!" Trowa hissed, his eyes glowing the eerie green again.

"I don't know, Trowa. I really can't speak for Quatre and why he has been acting that way. But I do know that he needs you and cares for you deeply. Despite all he does, he knows and appreciates that you were the one to help him out of his despair."

"Then why is he just freezing me out?" Trowa asked him. "Why?"

"Trowa, I don't know why. I can't see through closed doors. I can only see what's in front of me and give you my opinion on it." Heero replied tonelessly.

"But for this, the only thing that I can see is that you're not fighting her ghost." Heero's eyes narrowed. "I think that you are jealous of her ghost."

"What?" Trowa asked, his eyes blazing with green fire so bright that Heero was surprised that his eyelashes hadn't been singed yet.

"Face it, Barton. You're jealous of her, because you believe that even though you have Quatre with you right now, the minute that she shows up he will leave you without a second glance." Heero pointed out.

"Won't he?" Trowa asked bitterly. "I was just there to pick up the pieces. I'm the rebound piece in this equation. And also, don't you think that he will be over-joyed to have the opportunity for an heir with her?"

Heero winced at Trowa's questions. They all knew that one of Quatre's ever pressing worries was whether he would ever be able to produce an heir. The technology was there for him to go ahead and have a child with Trowa. So far, despite Trowa's eagerness to have a child, Quatre kept putting it off. Always citing many different reasons against it that Heero now saw, only helped to convince Trowa that he wasn't really the one for Cat.

"I guess so. But there's also the fact that he's the only one that knows what he's thinking about. I can't say yes or no to what you're telling me, Trowa. All I can tell you is that you need to have more trust and confidence in Quatre if you want to stay together with him still." Heero told the hurt Trowa that stood in front of him, his tall body shaking once in a while as fought to keep his emotions in check.

"I know that you really love him deeply, Trowa. I know that you both would be lost without the other as well. You complete each other. But you also have to give him the benefit of the doubt before you lose him completely."

" It's easy for you to say that." Trowa spat out. "You don't have to worry about anyone from Duo's past coming in between you." Heero smiled grimly.

"Oh no? Have you forgotten Hilde Shbeiker? Or Sylvia Noventa?" Heero asked him, his Prussian blue eyes darkening as he spoke the name. Trowa raised an eyebrow at Heero's questions.

"Yes." He replied quietly. Heero shook his head.

"So yeah. I have had to deal with that. Just like Duo has had to as well. But we learned to deal with our insecurities and move on with our lives. If we hadn't, we'd probably would have ended up apart and back with them, instead of being together."

Heero stood up then, and headed to the door. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over between him and Trowa. Whatever Trowa decided on at that point was his choice. He had given him the best advice that he could have. The rest of it was up to him.

"I gotta go to bed, Trowa. See you later." Heero said in a quiet voice as he clasped the doorknob, twisted it and pulled the door open.

Trowa didn't reply. He just gave him a half-hearted wave in farewell. The door clicked shut again, leaving Trowa sitting in the semi-darkened room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

St. Petersburg, The Winter Palace.

 

"So she has done it." Milliardo says to the others sitting in the darkened ballroom.

"Why didn't you stop her, Treize?" Noin asked as she looked at the silent man sitting in the corner underneath the soft glow of the solitary lamp in the room.

"By the time I had discovered what she had done, it was too late to stop her." Treize replied in a quiet voice.

"So what is going to happen now?" Milliardo asks as he moves towards Treize's chair and kneels down in front of him.

"We have to call the council together. I personally am for destroying her for her stupidity at attacking The Guardian and her son. But I don't know what the council wants and I don't want to act unless I know exactly what their wishes are."

Treize replied as he reached out and gently stroked the rich fall of Milliardo's white-blonde hair.

"So the others have permission to hunt her down then?" Noin asked, her voice a low growl as she spoke. She had suffered at her hands too long and was quite eager to payback all that she had endured.

"Yes. But don't give the order until we meet with the council. I don't think we would be strong enough to face the witches and the vampires even if we do have the Guardian as our ally."

Noin and Milliardo nodded at Treize's words.

"We shall notify the Coven leader and the head of the house of Moorea right away."

Treize smiled his agreement at the plan, his hand still buried in Milliardo's hair.

"The stage is set, Milliardo. And hopefully, by the last act, Dorothy Catalonia will be destroyed."

 

Notes: An Ulfric is a werewolf, but an Alpha one. A Cat is a wereleopard. Peridots are bright green gems. Some cats have this as their eye colour.