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Pairing: 3+4+3
Rating: R
Warnings: Shounen Ai/genfic.

Part 22
by kebzero

July 22nd, 207

Jolly Roger's Journal

Hilde has to give me credit - I came damn close to asking Quatre today. Close, but no cigar.

You'd think I'd run out of ways to skirt the issue, what with the storm going on and everything. It's not like we're completely isolated - the land lines still work, so I could talk to Hilde if I wanted to - which I don't, right now.

Thing is, this time it wasn't my fault. Quatre was the distant one. I don't have the details, but I think it has something to do with Trowa. They worked so close during the war, you'd think they were inseparable. Turned out they weren't, what with how we all went our different ways. The entire time here, it's as if Trowa has been avoiding him, or vice versa sometimes.

I'm sort of starting to think Quatre came out to Trowa at some point, probably right after the war, and got a bad reaction for his efforts. Can't tell for certain, but that's my best theory yet. Trowa's spent time with us, but I don't think he's been much with Quatre while he's been here. Of course, that also means my assumption about Quatre being gay has to be true, and there's no way in hell I'd dare ask him that. Imagine that conversation... "Hey, buddy, I need to borrow a million bucks from you, at no interest, and I think my girl would love it if you knocked her up for me. Oh, and by the way, are you gay?"

Quatre has gone nuts before, he could do so again. Why take chances?

Yeah, that's me... Careful, gentle Duo... Never one to smash heads together to get things moving.

Okay, all that aside... There's something going on between them, and I don't know what. Whatever it is, it'll probably be made clear soon enough, 'cause looking at Quatre was like looking at my own mirror image - he's dying to talk about something, just like I want to ask him for that loan.

Wufei gave me some materials - I wondered if I could do some part-time stuff for the Preventers, something that wouldn't crash with my day job. Turns out they need analysts, mission planners, that sort of paperwork stuff. Not exactly what I'm best at, but I've some experience. Not that I think any plan really matters - it's almost never any good when you get down to the real situation. Routine missions have a way of turning out otherwise, even if you work with something dull like logistics.

I doubt the pay would be any good, though. I'd have to commit fully for that to happen. Not sure I want to do that - at least not forever. I'll talk to Hilde about it. Maybe I could go in as some form of teacher or something for a while, a year, maybe two, enough to build up a nest-egg we could use to move to L3, if that's still the hot-spot of the salvage business then. Probably is, orbital construction is a slow process compared to dirtside builds.

I've wondered about moving down here sometimes - but it's not really me. When you've grown up in colonies, that big-ass open sky can freak you out, if you look at it too long. And, of course, you don't get weather, as long as the environmental systems and the fail-safes all work. No damn blizzard of sand on L2, no. Not unless they turn the air recycling systems to full power to blow all the dust out of the pipes.

Wonder if things act up like that on L3 colonies too...

Okay, so I'm going to ask him. Really, I am - as soon as he doesn't look that troubled anymore.

'Life is all death is afraid of' - Little D

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