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I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination. Please be aware that I am extremely poor so suing me will do you no good. Thanks.

Warning: Lemon Yaoi / Explicit Language / Angst / NCS / Violence / AU

Pairings: 3x4 / 1x2 / 5+S / More to be announced

FYI: Inner thoughts -- [ Flashback ]

Author's Notes:

Hey guys, Chapter Three of TotH has arrived at long last! I apologize for the long wait but life's been a total bitch and well, I've had to deal with a lot of crap lately. I admit that I have a lot of catching up to do in regards to updating my other equally starving fics but I'll do my best to keep the updates coming. No guarantees, mind you, but I'll give it my best shot. More angst and emotional POVs coming up in this chapter. I hope that you enjoy it.

Well, that's it for now. Scroll down and enjoy the fic!!

Thanks again,

Forsaken

Trials of the Heart

Quatre wanted to leave. It was his first day back at Preventers Inc. after a seven day absence and he was already anxious to go back home.

Home ---- Quatre almost smirked at the word. He no longer had a home, only a room Duo and Heero had graciously offered him while he was staying with them. Staying with the couple had been a great comfort to Quatre these past few days since the 'incident' with Trowa and he would be forever grateful to them, but Quatre had his pride. He was determined to find a place of his own. Besides, Quatre thought to himself, it was getting close to unbearable seeing Duo and Heero's love for one another day in and day out.

Living on his own would be hard. Quatre wasn't naive enough to believe that it would be an easy step in his life. It would be the first time that he would be truly alone. Having lived with a large family for most of his life and then moving in with Trowa, it was only normal for him to be a bit apprehensive. But it was something he had to do. It would be his first step in moving on, in leaving the life he'd shared with Trowa behind.

Trowa. Quatre's slender hands tightened over the letter he'd been trying to read for the past ten minutes.

He had thought that the week he'd taken off from work would've lessened the brunette's impact on him, but it hadn't. Seeing Trowa again this morning had been just as hurtful, just as agonizing as the last time he had seen his former lover in the living room of Duo and Heero's home.

He had immediately purged the harmful emotions threatening to run through him, allowing the numbness that had gripped him after finding Trowa in bed with a stranger to once again embrace him and had erected a mask of indifference over his normally expressive face as soon as Trowa's eyes, so full of regret, had met his own. It had taken all of his strength to actually greet the taller man before calmly walking away.

Quatre sighed inwardly as he placed the unread letter back onto his desk. At least, we're not sitting next to each other anymore.

He was truly thankful that Duo had been kind enough to have his things moved to another desk. For years now, he had been seated in front of Trowa; something he couldn't have handled. And although Trowa was only a desk away now, that small distance was enough to bring Quatre a measure of comfort.

Sitting in front of Dorothy wasn't exactly a pleasure; the blonde usually being on bitch mode half of the time. But surprisingly it seemed that with him, Dorothy was less prone to unsheathe her claws. She had actually been pleased to see him this morning when he'd sat down at his desk.

If the new seating arrangements weren't to her liking, Dorothy hadn't voiced them and Quatre had to admit that he was relieved. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't have been able to sit near Trowa, to have to come in constant contact with those somber green eyes. This little 'change' had saved him from having to have kept his head down all day.

Quatre's hands clenched once again. Even though he was certain that Duo and Heero would never violate his trust, he wondered if Dorothy or the others knew of what had transpired between him and Trowa. Everyone was acting as if they hadn't noticed the switch in seats or the fact that he and Trowa hadn't said a word to each other all day. It was as if nothing had changed.

But they had. Everything's changed ... I've changed. So much so, that he didn't recognize himself half of the time. He knew that Heero and Duo had noticed how different he'd been behaving these past few days and Quatre didn't want them to worry about him, but he couldn't pretend to be the 'old' Quatre. He'd changed and was still changing.

He couldn't stop the cold that was spreading inside of him ... He didn't want to. If he fought to feel past the numbness mercifully enveloping him, he would be left susceptible to the emotions that were even now trying to reclaim their place within him. He couldn't allow that to happen. Never again would he be so blind, so gullible as to allow his feelings to guide him, to bind him to another.

He had loved Trowa deeply and had foolishly let himself depend on that love. He had given Trowa a part of his soul, a part of him that he would never be able to find again. He was incomplete and therefor only a poor imitation of who he'd once been. He had been such a fool.

But no more.

Quatre had learned a valuable lesson, a lesson that would be forever etched into his mind and soul.

Trust no one.

Trowa wanted to disappear, to hide and never again be found. He had made so many mistakes in his life, but the one he'd made in regards to Quatre topped them all. And now, sitting only a few feet away from his former lover, Trowa wished for the earth to just swallow him whole. He had nearly died this morning when he'd come face to face with the beautiful blonde. His heart had rammed into his chest and he'd felt emotion choking him, sealing his voice within his throat as he'd gazed into Quatre's large eyes.

When Quatre had given him a stiff yet polite greeting before quietly walking away, Trowa had wanted to fall to his knees and cry. It had hurt so much to watch Quatre walk away, to make himself stay still and unmoving as Quatre's heavenly scent surrounded him briefly before fading away.

God, he had missed him. Missed seeing that angelic face first thing in the morning full of sleep and love, missed feeling that warm body against his own late at night when all was quiet around them, missed hearing that infectious laughter that would spring forth at any given moment. He missed a lot of things and his insides ached from the loss.

These past few days had been torture for him and he'd caught himself several times wanting to run to the blonde and beg once again for forgiveness. But he had stopped himself for he knew that his pleas would not be heard. Quatre had made it quite clear to him that their relationship was over; the look in Quatre's eyes alone had told him as much. He had no choice but to remain silent and respect Quatre's wishes ... for now.

More than anything, Trowa wished he could change all that had happened, that he could turn back the hands of time and stop himself from throwing away the life he'd shared with Quatre. But he knew that he was wishing for the impossible. His sin couldn't be wished away, couldn't be forgiven or forgotten. He had selfishly placed his own needs before Quatre's and in doing so had caused the one he loved immeasurable pain.

God, how could I have been so stupid? So fucking selfish? He hated himself so much for the suffering he'd caused Quatre. It had never been his intention. Like a fool, he had thought to keep his little 'fling' a secret while still maintaining his relationship with Quatre. He should've known better, should've known that secrets seldom managed to stay hidden. And now as a result of his imbecility, he had lost what had been most dear to him. He had lost Quatre, his love, his heart.

Trowa sat down at his desk and stared at his computer screen, trying desperately not to look at the empty desk in front of him. That had hurt as well. When Duo had walked up to Quatre's desk a few days ago and had begun to clear it of Quatre's belongings, Trowa had wanted to jump up in outrage and stop Duo. But he hadn't moved. He'd sat there, tense and uneasy, ignoring Duo's death glares as the long haired brunette had collected Quatre's things and without saying a word walked over to place them on the desk near Dorothy.

Shit, did you honestly think that Quatre would want to be near you again? his inner voice told him derisively. You fucking broke his heart. Why the hell would he want to see you in his face every day?

The phone rang suddenly, startling Trowa out of his somber thoughts. He had almost forgotten where he was.

"Trowa Barton, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Trowa."

Trowa's eyes widened before he was able to stop himself. His grip tightened over the phone as his green eyes darted from side to side, stopping for a moment on Quatre's form, making sure that no one was looking his way or nearby to listen in.

"What are you doing, Hadrian?" he asked in a harsh whisper. "I told you never to call me here."

"Dammit, Trowa," replied Hadrian. "I miss you and I want to see you again."

"Hadrian, we talked about this," said Trowa, a frown marring his forehead.

"I know we did, but ... I don't want to stop seeing you. We can work things out if you just give 'us' a try," the blonde pleaded.

Trowa's heart clenched at the desperation lacing the other man's words. Dammit, Hadrian. You swore to no attachments ... to no commitments. Trowa couldn't believe that this was happening. He didn't want to hurt yet another person, but it seemed that he was being left with no other option. Fuck. It was supposed to be just sex. Nothing more. I can't keep doing this. Not if I want Quatre back.

Trowa had learned from his mistakes and there was no way in hell that he would 'ever' repeat them again. He had ended his relationship with Hadrian shortly after he'd his confession to Quatre because he'd been determined to do the right thing for once. This has to stop. It has to.

"I'm sorry, Hadrian. I really am," he said gently. "But I gave you my reasons for ending what we had and they haven't changed. They're not going to." Trowa took in a deep breath. He didn't want to sound cruel but ... "It was a mistake. We were friends and I shouldn't have let if go beyond that. It wasn't fair to you or to Quatre ----"

"Dammit, it's always about 'him'!" Hadrian spat angrily. "He fucking left you, Trowa. There's no reason for you to break it off with me for someone who hates you!"

Now 'that' got Trowa pissed. "Shut up!" he said vehemently. "You don't know a fucking thing about Quatre so don't even mention him. This isn't about him anyway. This about you and me and the fact that we're over! Understand this once and for all, Hadrian. We're finished."

Trowa looked up suddenly, afraid that someone had heard him. Relieved that no one had noticed his loss of control, Trowa continued. "Please, Hadrian," he implored, his voice sounding less harsh. "I beg you to just let this go. It'll be easier for the both of us."

There was a bout of silence and for a second, Trowa thought that Hadrian had hung up. "Hadrian?"

"You're asking me to let 'this' go but I can't, Trowa. I fucking fell for you, you asshole and I'm not going to forget 'we' ever happened just because you say so. I know we made no promises when we started this. I know that. It was all supposed to be a game. A fucking game! But it's more than that now. You can't expect me to just turned off my feelings for you."

Trowa closed his eyes and ran a frustrated hand through his auburn-brown mane. He had to make Hadrian listen to reason. "Please, Hadrian. I don't know when your feelings changed for me but ... my feelings for you didn't. I consider you a friend. Nothing more. Yes, I ... I enjoyed 'being' with you, but it wasn't more than that, Hadrian. I don't love you ... I ... I'm sorry, Hadrian. So sorry."

"Trowa ----"

He had to end this now. "Good-bye," Trowa said quietly, cutting off Hadrian's words, not wanting to hear anymore. He placed the phone back on its base and stared at it, feeling absolutely horrible. How could this have happened?

You're a fucking trip, Trowa, his inner voice scoffed at him. You didn't break just one heart. You broke two. You're a regular Casanova, aren't you?

Shut up! Shut up, dammit! he yelled at himself, already knowing how much of a bastard he was.

Trowa looked up and once again let his gaze fall upon his former lover's back. Golden hair glistened under the lights as Quatre quietly spoke on the phone and Trowa's hands clenched as he felt his body begin to shake. It was all too much. Too fucking much. He stood up suddenly and turned around, heading toward the bathroom. He didn't care if anyone had noticed. All he cared about was reaching the men's room.

Thankful that the bathroom was empty, Trowa flew into one of the enclosed stalls. He fell to his knees and threw up as soon as he bent over the toilet bowl. Over and over again his stomach heaved until he was a sweaty mass draped limply over the toilet seat.

Panting and still feeling his guts twisting and churning, Trowa stayed where he was. He couldn't move even if he'd wanted to.

"God, Quatre," he whispered, his raw throat protesting the action. "I'm sorry." Trowa's voice broke as he began to cry; no longer able to hold his despair at bay.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

Violet eyes full of concern discretely followed Quatre's silent form as the slender man walked past Duo's desk. He frowned as he caught site of Quatre's expressionless face. The kid was on work mode and was pretty much keeping to himself but it hadn't escaped Duo's attention that the once exuberant blonde, so full of life and cheer, had yet to laugh or smile since he'd arrived at the office this morning.

He didn't like this side of Quatre, didn't like the change that had come over his friend in the aftermath of Trowa's betrayal. Quatre was too quiet, speaking only when spoken to, never participating voluntarily in a conversation. The blonde had grown colder, almost emotionless within the week he'd come to stay with him and Heero and it unnerved Duo to no end. Worst still, was having to see the look in Quatre's eyes.

Those blue-green orbs no longer held the spark of light that had always dwelled within them. They were cold, empty and as weird as it may sound, more blue than green. It was downright freaky and he didn't like it. Not one damn bit. It was ... unnatural. This was not 'his' Quatre.

Duo sighed. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to help Quatre deal with his pain but the small blonde wasn't cooperating with him. It was just like Heero had said. Quatre didn't trust anyone right now. He was keeping his distance.

Duo couldn't deny that Quatre's refusal to confide in him hurt. They were supposed to be best friends, able to confide in each other about everything and anything. To have Quatre pulling away, shutting Duo out was very much like having a knife imbedded into your chest. Yeah, it hurt. Hurt like a bitch. And there's nothing I can fucking do about it. I can't make him talk to me. Can't make him break down that wall he's got up. Fucking hell.

"Maxwell!" a voice bellowed from behind Duo.

Duo's troubled thoughts shifted and he smirked, feeling a whole lot better all of a sudden. He swivelled his chair around and faced the irrate Chinese man approaching his desk. This is going to be fun.

"What's up, Wu-man?"

"Don't call me that!" hissed Wufei as he stood before his long haired nemesis swinging a file through the air. "I demand to know what is the meaning of this ... this injustice!"

Duo looked down at the file being practically shoved into his face with a look of total innocence. "Well, Wufei, that appears to be the Hellerman case."

"I know that Maxwell," Wufei replied angrily, his black eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm not an illiterate. What I want to know is why this 'file' was placed on 'my' desk."

Duo couldn't help himself. Couldn't stop himself even if he'd tried. He grinned. Utter delight washed over him a second later as Wufei's face became red as a tomato.

"You see, 'Wufei'. It's your turn to handle it." I am sooo enjoying myself.

Everyone feared the Hellerman case. Mr. Orson Hellerman was about a century old and was constantly losing his dog. Preventers Inc. being an organization set up to find missing persons usually runaway cases had been the Mr. Hellerman's only hope in finding his beloved canine companion …… So had said the ancient one. No one had been able to turn the old man down, not even Relena Peacecraft, the head of the organization and so for the past three years, the Eastern Division of Preventers Inc. had handled Mr. Hellerman's case, each of them taking a turn. The case wouldn't have been so bad if the animal in question wasn't a malicious hound from Hades.

Wufei's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. "Wha ... What?" he sputtered. "This ... This can't be. I just had the Hellerman case two ... no three ..." Black eyebrows dipped as a look of confusion and then desperation sprang upon Wufei's face. "No, two! It was two ... Wasn't it?"

Duo's grin widened as Wufei's face contorted in horror. He'd known that Wufei had forgotten about the Hellerman case; something 'no one' ever forgot. He'd figured that the man's upcoming wedding to Sally Po had been keeping the normally efficient and schedule minded Wufei Chang wonderfully distracted. For Duo to have let such an opportunity pass him by would have been an absolute sin. It had been a hard task indeed to take upon himself, but duty had called and Duo had listened …… this one time anyway.

"Face it, Wu-man, it's your turn."

"This is an outrage! How can this be?" demanded Wufei, his voice getting louder as he began to pace back and forth in front of Duo. "I never forget. Never!"

Duo slapped a hand over his mouth, trying desperately to hold back the laughter threatening to split him in two. Must not laugh. Must not laugh. Must ... not ... BOOM!

"Ha ... haaaaa...!"

Duo lost it then. He was cackling, giggling and hiccuping all at the same time. He was so going to die. But at the moment, he just didn't care. This was just too hilarious. No! You have to try. You want to live don't you?

"Oh, oh, oh ..." he whimpered, his arms around his waist, as he tried to stop himself. His watery violet eyes, now mere slits, could practically see the steam coming out of the other man's ears, could see the death awaiting him from within the black eyes now drilling holes into him. But Duo just couldn't stop himself. God, he really liked playing with death, didn't he?

"Wufei? Honey?" Sally called out cautiously as she came up next to her livid fiancÉÉ. "Calm down now, Chang. You don't want to do anything you'll regret later."

Wufei looked away from Duo for a moment, taking a deep breath before he spoke in attempts to calm his temper. "If I kill him, Sally, I most assuredly will not regret it. He is a minion from Hell and he deserves to die!"

That of course only made Duo laugh even harder.

"You sonofabitch," hissed Wufei at Duo, his hands fisting at his sides as he moved forward.

Heero suddenly appeared in front of the hysterical brunette and bonked him hard over the head.

"Owwwww!" Duo exclaimed as the punch vibrated along his spine. "Heeeerrroooo!"

Wufei straightened his back with all of the dignity he could muster and walked back toward Sally. "Justice has been served," he declared.

Hellerman file in hand, the Chinese man grabbed Sally's wrist and pulled her with him as he walked back to his desk with a satisfied grin curving his thin lips.

"Shit, Heero. What the hell was that for?" Duo asked his lover, his face a mask of indignation.

Heero raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he were completely mad. "Did you or did you not wish to live?"

Duo crossed his arms, still angry at his lover for the unjustifiable assault on his person but understanding Heero's need to protect him from what would've have been his certain demise. "Still, you didn't have to almost knock my brains in, you know. Jesus, Heero, you could've given me brain damage or something."

Heero smirked. "Can't give you something you already have."

Duo gasped and glared daggers at Heero. "When the hell did you develop a sense of humor?" he demanded in mocked outrage. He was actually quite proud of his dark haired lover just now.

"When I became your boyfriend, of course," replied Heero just before he turned and walked into the storage room.

Duo stood there, mouth wide open, blinking. "Was that an insult?" he suddenly asked no one in particular. "I think that was an insult."

"You're right," replied Dorothy as she passed him and walked over to one of the shelves nearby. "Then again, it's also a known fact."

"Hey," cried Duo as he placed a hand on his hip.

Dorothy laughed haughtily as she retrieved the book she'd been looking for and once again passed him by. "You know how the old saying goes, Duo. The truth hurts."

"Bitch!" Duo hissed at her.

The petite blonde merely blew a kiss at him before she returned to her desk.

Duo turned and marched after his lover, no longer proud of the monster he had obviously created.

I'm going to kick ... his ... ass!

Quatre watched the whole scene between Duo and Wufei in detached silence. A part of him wanted to laugh at the comic display the two men were giving but the more dominant part of him refused to even snicker. Quatre gazed down at his clenched hands. God, what's happening to me?

Stop asking stupid questions, his mind commanded.

But I don't want to be this way. I'm ... unhappy.

Do you want the pain to return? his inner voice inquired.

No, but ...

Then accept who you've become. This was your decision, wasn't it? his mind asked him. You entombed your emotions along with your heart. It's too late to change your mind now. Do you have any idea how much you've shut away? How deeply you've buried them? It would be disastrous for you if you allowed them to reign free.

Quatre frowned.

You can't risk losing the slightest bit of control. A minuscule crack could shatter everything you've worked so hard in erecting. Do you want to chance that for an insignificant moment of laughter ... of happiness? the voice demanded. Do you?

No, never again. Never again, Quatre stated vehemently and turned away from his friends, leaving the room unnoticed.

Entering the hallway, he took a deep breath and decided to get a cup of coffee. Maybe some caffeine will calm my thoughts. He pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against and headed a few doors down toward the kitchen.

Quatre walked into the empty room and went through the motions of pouring himself a nice hot cup of coffee. He pulled out a chair and was about to sit down when the door to the kitchen suddenly opened. Quatre looked up as he placed his cream colored mug on the table.

A handsome casually dressed brunette, whom Quatre recognized as one of the Preventers from the Southern Division, walked into the kitchen with a couple of brown paper bags in his arms. Quatre could tell that the guy was struggling with all of the bags and against his better judgement rose from his seat to lend him a hand.

"Here, let me help you," he said as he took two of the bags full of bagels from the brunette's unsteady grasp.

"Thanks," replied the brown-eyed man as he managed to place the remaining bags onto the kitchen table. "I thought for sure that they were all going to fall to the floor. I would've been killed for sure."

"Lucky for you, I was here to help," Quatre responded as he moved to sit down. What the ... Why the hell are you conversing with him? Be quiet.

"You're Quatre Winner, aren't you?" the brunette asked.

Quatre nodded, a little surprised. "Yes, I'm from the Eastern Division," he replied, automatically offering his hand in greeting.

"I'm Fyren Wallis from the Southern Division," the brunette replied in turn. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Winner."

The instant their hands met Quatre felt a jolt run up his arm. He quickly pulled his hand back from the other man and tried not to appear affected by the man's touch. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened to him, but Quatre really wasn't comfortable with the 'feelings' that would wash over him without warning. It made him feel as if he were some sort of freak and he hated the feeling.

"What do you mean by finally?" he asked, surprisingly curious.

"Well, I've heard a lot about you and the others in the Eastern Division." Fyren grinned. "You guys have developed quite a reputation for yourselves with your impressive 90% success rate and all."

"Yes, I guess we have."

"So what are you doing in here all by yourself?" Fyren inquired as he too sat down at the table near Quatre's right.

Quatre blinked, not really sure how to respond to the question. He really didn't know anything about Wallis except that he'd transferred to Preventers Inc. from one of the sister offices in Europe a few months ago. Jeez, lighten up Quatre. It's not like you're divulging international secrets or something. It was just a simple question.

"Oh, I just needed a few moments to myself."

Fyren nodded, a grin playing at the corners of his chiseled lips. "I understand you completely. When my office asked for a volunteer to do the bagel run, I practically begged them for the job. It gives me a good twenty minutes of 'free' time."

Fyren winked and Quatre wanted to smile but found that he couldn't; the once normal reaction no longer a part of him. Quatre wondered briefly if he would ever smile again.

"You know, you're too young to be so serious."

Quatre looked up from his mug and blinked at Fyren. "What do you mean?"

Fyren pointed at him. "Look at you," he said to Quatre. "You're all tense. And that face of yours." The brunette shook his head. "It's too handsome to be so grim. You look like you've lost your best friend."

Quatre looked away suddenly and his hands tightened around his mug.

"Shit," Fyren cursed softly. "There I go again, putting my foot in my mouth. I'm sorry, Winner. I didn't mean to upset you in anyway."

Quatre shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. You've done nothing wrong."

"Maybe, but it's obvious that what I said struck a chord." Fyren paused for a moment. "Listen, I know we just met and all, but maybe you'd feel better if you talked things out. Sometimes a friendly ear helps."

Quatre's eyes softened a bit as he looked at the other man. "Yes, that's true but ... It's just something I'd rather not talk about."

Fyren nodded his head, his dark eyes understanding. "Hey, no problem."

The intercom suddenly sounded off in the kitchen and they both stopped talking so that they could listen to the name being paged.

Fyren sighed. "Damn, they never leave me alone for long." The brunette rose to his feet and extended his hand out to Quatre once again. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Winner."

Quatre hesitated a moment before he took the offered hand. This time, however, he received no reaction from Fyren's grip. "It was nice meeting you, too Wallis."

"Call me Fyren ... Quatre." Fyren smiled at him with a wink. The lanky brunette walked to the door but stopped just as he opened it.

Quatre's blue-green eyes widened a bit when the man turned suddenly to face him.

"Hey, Quatre, I don't want to be presumptuous or anything but ……"

Quatre gazed at Fyren with questioning eyes. "What?"

"Well, I'd like to know if you're free tonight?" Fyren asked him.

Holy shit! It took every ounce of self-control Quatre possessed to remain expressionless just then. It actually took him a moment to find his voice.

"I, uh, I don't know what to say," he replied honestly as he clasped his now clammy hands tightly in front of him. God, where were his administrative skills? His proficient manner of speaking? In the toilet along with my brain. For heaven's sake!

Fyren grinned, his hand still holding the door open. "Just say 'yes', Winner. I'd like to get to know you better. I'll even treat you to dinner. I know it's awfully cliche but I'm sure we'll enjoy ourselves. What do you say?"

Quatre looked at the man nervously, his eyes cautious. He didn't know how to respond to Fyren's invitation. It'd been such a long time since he been asked to go out by someone other than his friends or ... Quatre shifted his thoughts quickly before they dwelled into regions he'd preferred to leave alone. God, Quatre, it's not like it's a date. It's just two people getting to know each other.

Sounds like a date to me, his inner voice chided.

But it didn't matter to Quatre. He wasn't in the mood to go back to Duo and Heero's place tonight. At least this way, he would be doing something other than thinking about what he'd lost ... about Trowa. Maybe he'd even have a good time. What the hell.

"I'd love to," Quatre replied, earning a satisfied smile from the short-haired brunette before him.

"Great," Fyren responded. "How about meeting me downstairs in the lobby after work?"

Quatre nodded. "That's sounds fine."

"Cool. See you then ... Quatre."

Unsure as to whether he'd done the right thing, Quatre watched Fyren leave. Sitting down heavily into a chair, Quatre reached over and grabbed a bagel from one of the bags on the table. He sighed as he ripped a piece away and slowly began to eat it. I hope I don't regret this.

Little did Quatre know that he had just set in motion the unmerciful hands of Fate.

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