The 27 Club
Epilogue

Several months later

It was after midnight when Trowa received the call.

His cell phone chirped, waking him from a deep slumber. He rose from his cot, stumbled to the phone and picked it up to answer the call.

"Hello?"

The voice that came through the phone belonged to Colonel Une.

"Trowa? I have some bad news," she said, her voice grave. Adrenaline shot through Trowa's veins and he perked up, pressing the phone to his ear.

"What is it?"

"It's about Relena…" Une said, her voice trailing off. Trowa's stomach clenched and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"What is it? Tell me," he said, speaking quickly into the phone.

"She's dead."

Trowa blinked, and his grip on the phone slipped. He caught it just as it slid down the side of his face. His stomach dropped, and his throat tightened. Dead? How could she possibly be dead?

"H-how?"

"She committed suicide."

This time, the phone slipped to the floor, landing with a crack on the faux-wood tiling. A pent-up breath escaped from Trowa's lungs, along with a cry of pain. One hand flew to his chest and clutched as his heart.

"Trowa?" Une voice came from the floor. His heart thumped in his chest. Suicide? Trowa bent and picked up the phone, once again pressing it to his ear.

"No, this can't be," Trowa stuttered into the phone. "You can't be serious." A silence fell between them for a moment before Une spoke again.

"She'll be buried at the Brussels cemetery tomorrow. The family chose not to have a ceremony," Une said. Trowa gripped the phone in his hand. He couldn't imagine not having a chance to say goodbye to Relena. He couldn't imagine saying goodbye to her… forever. Tears pricked in his eyes.

"Thank you for letting me know," he said, trying to control the emotion in his voice. He couldn't believe that Relena was really gone, and that she chose to take her own life. It was so unbelievable to him. But Une wasn't a person to lie or joke about a serious matter, and so, he knew he must accept her words.

It was several weeks before Trowa could bring himself to see Relena's grave. With a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he walked across the soggy grass, his heels sinking into the dirt. He found the headstone easily- it was a bright and new, a granite stone pronouncing the final resting place of Relena Peacecraft-Darlian. A mound of fresh dirt sank into the ground just in front of the stone. Trowa stopped and stared at the headstone. His eyes glanced over the dates of her birth and death, not even twenty-eight years old.

Beside Relena's grave was a second mound of dirt, this one covered in new grass. A bright headstone stood proclaiming the spot of the remains of Heero Yuy.

Together at last, though it took until death.

As Trowa studied their names side by side, etched into stone for eternity, sadness and anger roiled his gut. Sad for the loss, angry that it had happened at all, knowing he was missing out on what could have been. Most of all, he was angry with himself for walking away when she needed him most.

Clearly she was more troubled than he'd even known, since she couldn't bring herself to live for long following Heero's death. Trowa couldn't help but feel guilty for walking away from Relena without so much as a goodbye; but after everything that had happened between them in such a short amount of time, he'd felt like he'd been through the ringer. The whole situation left him drained, and wary of letting himself get so close to someone else ever again. Which would be par for the course for Trowa, considering he usually preferred to conduct his life that way. Letting people in was rarely worth the trouble.

But for those few heady days, Trowa had allowed himself to be happy that he and Relena had reconnected, and seemed to be starting something that had the potential to go the distance. In truth, she was so enmeshed into her "Faye" persona when he found her, it turned out she was already lost.

Trowa turned away from the headstone, glancing over his shoulder one last time before he made his slow walk back to his parked motorcycle.

Trowa drove without paying attention to where he was going. Driving through the city streets, Trowa glanced at shops, restaurants, and homes, lights blazing at the sun began its descent below the horizon. Before he realized where he was, he looked up, and saw the sign of a restaurant, lit up in the fading daylight.

The 27 Club.

He slowed his motorcycle. His eyes landed on a woman, seated at a familiar table on the porch of the restaurant, drinking from a brandy glass. She had short, dark hair, cut into a bob, and wore a sleek black dress.

She looked far too familiar to pass by. Trowa pulled his bike up to the curb, pushed down the kickstand with his toe, and swung his leg over the seat. He walked towards the entrance to The 27 Club and passed through the gate. His mind whirred, but his legs somehow propelled him forward. He stopped at the side of the table of the woman and waited.

She glanced up, meeting his green eyes with her own.

"Trowa."

Her voice was deeper.

"Faye."

Her red painted lips curled into a smile. Trowa shifted on his feet, staring down at the woman in disbelief. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a wig. It was her real hair. Cut and dyed to Faye's style. And the green contacts that obscured her natural blue eyes.

"Where's Relena?" Trowa asked, narrowing his eyes at Faye. Her smile faded. She wrapped her fingers around the brandy glass, brought it to her lips and took a sip.

"She had to leave," Faye said.

"Because of Heero?" Trowa guessed. Faye nodded.

"Relena crumbled after his death. There was no way she could continue to survive," Faye explained. "So I took over."

"And you faked her death," Trowa surmised.

"Not alone. I had some help from one of Relena's old friends." Trowa frowned, but Faye offered no names. Trowa wondered who could possibly fake the death of a well-known politician and undercover Preventer agent. Une? No.

"Dorothy Catalonia?" Faye smiled, but neither confirmed nor denied his guess. "What will you do now?"

"Depends." Her eyes glittered up at him.

"On what?" Trowa asked, frowning.

Faye waved her hand towards the seat across from her.

"Why don't you have a seat?"

Trowa glanced at her, then at the empty chair. A flash of electricity coursed over his skin. He turned, and signaled to the waiter.

END

A/N: This story ended in the way it started... two girls, sitting on a couch, drinking and laughing about what would happen if Relena and Trowa hooked up. This was the result. We hope you enjoyed the ride. ;-)

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