25 Jan 2004
Title: Shaky Ground
Author: babaca
Pairings: Not really kind of Heero & Trowa moments
Warnings: Briefly mentions an episode (which number I can't remember since I haven't watched GW in ages of everyone on the Peacemillion ... before Trowa regains his memory)
Word count: 529
Peacemillion was not Heero's usual mode of travel, but that was nothing to be concerned about. His training enabled him to be ready for any circumstance. None of it worried him at all as long as his main objective remained in sight. An end to this war by any means necessary.
He couldn't however understand why looking at Trowa over in the corner being berated for battle readiness by Wufei would bother him. Wufei was correct in his assessment. Trowa wasn't himself anymore. His memories were lost along with his fighting skills and his desire to fight.
Trowa to Heero looked like the lost lamb that wandered into a lion's den. Heero smiled at the analogy. He wondered how Trowa had coped in the circus without memories before Quatre brought him here.
It was a shame really. Of all the pilots, Heero had always admired Trowa's quiet and deadly dedication to this fight. Duo was reckless. Wufei when he was calm was almost as deadly but he would let emotions sway him more than he should. Quatre was a brillant strategist but was also tied down by emotions that were a waste of time and energy.
He noticed Trowa agreed with Wufei about his readiness. At least he wasn't a fool. However as he left the rest of the group, Heero sensed ... he wasn't sure what emotion had fractionally appeared on Trowa's face before leaving. Heero quietly slipped away from the others to follow.
Trowa moved with the grace of a cat as he always did. Heero couldn't help but observe that the grace had moments of hesitance. Whether Trowa was unsure of where he was going, or if the lack of gravity was bothering him, Heero couldn't guess.
He had caught up to Trowa, no longer wanting to lurk in the shadows.
"What's wrong?" Heero asked.
"I'm not sure this is where I should be," Trowa answered, his voice low. "I could hear Quatre calling to me, but nothing here feels right. I could get all of us killed."
Heero seemed surprised by the answer. "True, you could get us killed. I don't think you will. You have never failed us in the past, and while you don't remember that past, I'm sure you won't fail us now."
Trowa nodded, but didn't look like he believed it. "Were we friends?"
Heero blinked. "You mean you and I?"
Trowa again nodded.
"We worked together. We understood each other," Heero said.
"Aa," Trowa replied with a hint of disappointment.
"I don't have 'friends' as a rule, it gets complicated if something happens to them," Heero explained, not sure why he felt the need to reassure Trowa. "Since you took care of me, you are one of the few people that I would come close to calling a friend, if it makes any difference."
Trowa looked into Heero's eyes. A small smile appeared on his face. "I think it does make a difference, even if I don't know why," he said. "Can I ask a favor?"
Heero nodded.
"Can you show me where my quarters are? This ship confuses me."
"No problem," Heero replied, placing his hand lightly on Trowa's shoulder.
Owari
(:./babaca/shaky)
