under his arm, Quatre rode his bicycle (he wanted some exercise) to the cemetery. When he got

within sight of it, he saw a figure standing before Trowa’s tombstone with something that reflected

the sun in his or her hand. Suddenly, it registered.

"CATHERINE!" Quatre yelled, dropping his flowers and dashing to the figure. Surprised, Catherine

dropped her knife. She turned to lecture her intruder on minding his own business, but her no sound

came when she saw that it was Quatre. ‘What the heck is he doing here? Oh god, people will think HE killed me…’

When Quatre reached Catherine, he demanded, "Why in the name of Allah were you trying to kill

yourself?"

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Number one, it’s none of your business. Number two, isn’t it obvious?"

Quatre gave her his rendition of Heero’s death glare. (Quatre giving death glare? O.o)

Catherine sighed. "Quatre, come back into this world. I’m going to be with my little brother." She

expected a wide-eyed gape from the blonde. Instead, she got an understanding smile. "Catherine, I

know you want to die to be with Trowa, but you still have so much to live for here."

"Like…"

"You have your circus troupe. You have your friends. You have your life."

"My life is gone. Trowa took it with him when he left."

"No he didn’t. He just took the part of it that he occupied. You still have the rest of it before you."

Catherine glared at Quatre, but her face softened at the look on his face. The half-sad-puppy-dog-

half-you-just-have-to-believe-me look.

"Okay. Fine. Just…leave me alone then."

"I’d very much like to do as you wish Cathy, but your brother asked me to take care of you."

"WHAT?! Trowa…"

Quatre grinned. "Don’t worry Cathy. Everything will be okay."

Catherine closed her eyes. ‘Maybe I should trust him. He was Trowa’s best friend and…’

"Okay. What do you want Quatre?"

"For you to be happy."

"Then you can leave me alone."

"Alright." Quatre turned and slowly walked away. ‘Jeez Quatre. You can’t even comfort your best

friend’s sister. Trowa, I’m sorry.’

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

That night, Trowa visited Quatre in his dreams once more.

Quatre didn’t want to wake up, but he had work to do. He looked up and checked his alarm clock.

3:07. "Jeez, why can’t Catherine choose a more appropriate time to commit suicide?" Quatre thought

aloud as he dressed. He slid down the banister of the stairs and ran out to his garage. He decided to

take the fastest vehicle he had, so he slipped on a helmet and zoomed to the circus tent on his

motorcycle.

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

"Quatre can’t stop me here," Catherine said as she sat alone in her dimly lit trailer with a small black

gun in her hand. "Trowa, I’m coming to you." She looked around the room and raised the gun to her

temple.

At that moment, Quatre burst into the trailer. Catherine was so surprised she pulled the trigger, but

her gun was no longer aimed at herself. Quatre crumpled to the floor.

"Quatre!" Catherine wailed. The Arabian was on the ground, clutching his chest. "Catherine…" he

gasped. "Don’t try that again…"

Catherine rushed Quatre to the hospital where he was underwent surgery. Catherine sat in the

waiting room, tapping her foot impatiently. She started crying again, crying for her loss of Trowa,

crying for her stupidity of shooting Quatre, and crying just for the heck of it. A doctor came into the

room. "Catherine Bloom?" he asked, looking at her questioningly. Catherine nodded. The doctor

continued in a grim voice. "Your boyfriend has a punctured lung, but the operation went well and he

should recover in 3-5 weeks. He is in the intensive care unit right now and you may visit him if you

wish" He smiled and left.

Catherine couldn’t help laughing out loud. ‘Quatre? My boyfriend? That is just ridiculous.’ She walked

down the long corridor and made a right turn into Quatre’s room.

Quatre lay on his bed unmoving. The anesthetics hadn’t worn off yet. Catherine held his hand and

whispered softly, "Quatre, can you hear me?" Quatre stirred but didn’t wake up. "Quatre?" The

Arabian snapped open his clear blue eyes.

"Oh Quatre you’re awake!" Catherine leaned over to hug him, but stopped herself just in time. Quatre

smiled and pointed to the bandage on his chest. To his surprise, Catherine planted a kiss on his

forehead. "Quatre I’m so sorry…" Quatre opened his mouth to respond, but Catherine put her finger

on his mouth. "Don’t say anything. I’m not going to try that again."

Quatre grinned contently. ‘Alright Trowa. Your sister is safe now.’

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

How did you like it? Good? Bad? Stupid? Great? Where the hell did I come up with such a lame plot? Tell me so I can improve!