Note: Once again, this is a 2x4 fic. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! It may get steamy later on, I'm not sure, so you have been warned! So far, this is just cute happiness though. Enjoy!

The next morning, though it was much closer to the afternoon, Quatre awoke to see the sun shining in warmly through the large window in his bedroom. He felt quite rested and sat up, stretching the remaining sleep from his body. Then he stood and walked over to his dresser, removing some far more casual clothes to dress in. Once he had on his khakis and a simple t-shirt he ran a brush through his hair and moved to pack his suitcase.

Just as he was finishing the door opened and another one of his sisters stood in its wake. "Well, well, we were wondering when you were going to wake up," she stated jokingly. "Your flight is leaving in two hours. No rush, since I can see you're already packed."

He smiled and she could see the stress marks leaving his young face already. That relieved her to see her brother no longer so stressed and unhappy. "Thanks to all of you, I love you all dearly," he told her as he walked towards the door. "I know that if you hadn't talked me into this I would never have done it. And I'm starving, so I'm going to have so breakfast, or is it lunch?"

She giggled and looked down at her watch. "I believe it's brunch, Quatre," she told him as she moved out of the way so he could walk by. "I'll have one of the servants take this out to the limo, alright?" He nodded and thanked her again before he walked down the hallway in the direction of the dining room. His step was much lighter now that he was no longer working in his office and he was smiling broadly to all that he passed along his way.

After eating a much delayed brunch he was on his way to the airport to board his flight. Once he was seated in the first class section of the plane and had his cup of tea he waved one more time to his sisters and then the attendant's voice came over the speaker; instructing them on seatbelts and air masks and all of that sort. Then the plane was off in the direction of Colony L2. It was a long flight and Quatre slept most of the way, catching up on all of his missing sleep. When he wasn't sleeping he simply looked out the window into the depths of space, taking in every star that poked out from the ebony blackness.

He had called Duo before he'd left and was expecting the American pilot to be waiting for him after he got off his flight. His plane landed and he exited, looking everywhere for the trademark braid. Catching a glimpse of it he moved over in that direction and waved at the owner of it. Duo smiled and waved back, pulling Quatre into a strong hug as soon as he was close enough.

"Hey, man, it's been years!" he exclaimed as Quatre pulled away. The brunette had gotten much taller over the three years and his features had smoothed over and matured as well, though he still kept the trademark braid and Duo smile. Instead of his priest outfit he was wearing black pants a red tank top and a black jean jacket. "What took you so long to get here?"

Quatre looked confused. "I got here when I said I would," he replied, sounding slightly lost. "Or did I? Did I get the flight wrong?"

The American laughed and shook his hands. "No, no! I meant what took you so long to come out here? It's been three years! I've seen Heero more than I've seen you. You still cramped up in that stuffy old office?" They began to walk to the baggage pick-up. "I know I couldn't do it for that long, I'd go insane."

He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess it's in my blood," he told him, looking for his luggage on the conveyer belt. "I was kind of taught to do it since I was little. When my father died, I just stepped in to fill the roll. My sisters had to talk me into taking a break, I was very hesitant. It's not that I didn't want to, it's just that whenever I was about to plan one something important would come up that I had to do and then I'd have to cancel it."

Duo nodded as Quatre reached forward to take his suitcase, Duo grabbed it before him and started to walk towards the exit. "Glad you finally took the time. We're gonna have lots of fun! Clubs! Beer! Classic ol'partying!" he exclaimed as they walked.

"Uh…Duo…I don't know about that…" he replied bashfully. "I-I've never been partying before… or anything like that…heck, I don't even know what beer tastes like!" Duo clapped his hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes playfully.

"Don't worry about that! The party'll be at one of my friend's houses," he explained. "Not quite as energetic as those fancy clubs in the city. Besides, I'm gonna loosen you up, Q-man. It'll take a lot of work, but I'm up for the challenge. I was glad to see you weren't still wearing that dress shirt and that vest. We have to do something about the khakis, but it's better than I'd hoped. So, we'll be going shopping too."

Quatre's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Duo's to-do-list to be so long and full of things that were sure to wear him out. 'So much for the relaxation part…' he thought as Duo babbled on about the girls that were going to be at the party and how he would have to teach Quatre how to dance. The thought of dancing like they do in clubs alone made Quatre blush and very embarrassed indeed. There was a reason he had never learned how to dance like that.

Deciding it was high time to stop Duo's mouth from moving he cleared his throat. "So, you're still living with that Hilde girl?" he asked innocently as they got in Duo's beat up Chevy. "You two seemed pretty close…"

Duo shook his head as he started the engine and began to drive them through the city to the suburbs. "No. We broke it off about a year ago. She said we weren't going anyway and she didn't want to waste away the rest of her life on something I can't promise will happen," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. "To tell you the truth, I don't think anything was going to happen either. She just wasn't 'the one', ya know? There was a spark, but for some reason it died away."

Quatre mentally kicked himself for asking such a rude and personal question, though it didn't seem like Duo was bothered by the fact, but then again, it was Duo. "I'm sorry to hear that, Duo," he responded unsurely. "I shouldn't have asked…"

"Don't worry about it," Duo replied, shrugging it off. "I'm fine with it. You worry too much, Q-man. Lighten up a little. We're still young! I'll find my special someone when the time is right. So will all of us." The normally happy and go-lucky Gundam pilot had a very serious look on his face and in his tone that made Quatre surprised. He had never seen Duo so thoughtful before. The expression was very different, more serene. "So, how long are you staying?" he asked, breaking Quatre away from his thoughts.

The blonde shrugged and looked out his window as they left the city and headed in the direction of Duo's trailer. "I don't know…a month or so, maybe, if that isn't too much trouble…" he replied as they drove closer to their destination. "How long did you have in mind?"

Duo looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hm…I dunno…you could stay more than a month if you wanted. Depends on how long you need a break, right?" he said as the pulled up to the trailer and he turned of the gas, turning to look at Quatre, his expression was thoughtful again. "You don't look very happy, Quatre…" Those words made the blonde's heart leap up into his throat and he could feel his face warming slightly. How had Duo noticed?

"I'm fine," he stated shortly as he opened his door and jumped down to the ground, going around the back for his suitcase. "Really, I am." He looked up to see Duo out of the truck with his arm propped along the cab, resting his cheek on his hand.

The American shook his head and grinned slightly. "No, you're not," he responded knowingly. "You seem even more mellow than usual. Is something getting to you?"

Quatre shook his head as he hoisted it up and started to carry it towards the trailer, only to have Duo take it from him. "I can carry my own bag, you know," he said as Duo struggled to unlock the door with the suitcase in his hands. The Arabian pilot walked forward and tried to take the key from him. "Duo, let me try it, okay? You can't do both," he argued, their bodies so close they could feel their body heart. Finally Duo handed them over and stepped back, giving the other pilot breathing room. After he had opened the door he let Duo in first and then followed, closing it behind him. His heart was still racing, though he couldn't figure out the cause.

To Be Continued….