The American arrived back at the safe house with a wide grin plastered on his face. Setting down the groceries, he turned to face the Japanese pilot sitting at the table with the laptop. "You could have told me that WuFei was alive." He was annoyed, but still came off happy and relieved.

"If I had told you, would you have gone straight over to his apartment?"

"Yes, what's the point?"

"The point is, if you had done that it would have put him in more danger than he already is in. Trowa and I may have been able to change his name and appearance, but I still feel that it won't be enough to stop OZ."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because he deserved another chance. I'm not too sure how all this will play out, but he wanted to stay close by. He's not going to go into direct combat, but he'll become a strategist and help us out from the sidelines. That's what my heart told me."

"Aw.. ." Duo walked up behind the Wing pilot and swung his arm around the other boy. "Isn't that cute? You actually care.. ."

"Don't touch me.. ." he removed the pilot of Deathscythe's grip. "Where's Quatre?"

"He's with WuFei. We ran into him on the way back."

"Hm.. ."

"You still have doubts, don't you?"

The two boys at the table turned their attention to the entrance of the kitchen to find Trowa leaning against the wall. Heero sighed, "I know this was originally my plan, but for some reason I have a strong feeling that something will set it awry."

"OZ can be intelligent when they want to be, but WuFei uses his brain 24/7. I don't think he'll let anything happen to himself or Quatre. He knows when he's in over his head."

"Are we talking about the same WuFei Chang?" The American questioned with a semi-humorous tone.

Hours had passed and the Sandrock pilot has yet to return. Duo stared out the living room window hoping to spot his Arabian friend, Trowa tried calling WuFei's apartment, but got no answer and Heero was still on his computer.

"They may have gone to bed." The Latin boy stated.

"That's still unsettling to me, Trowa." The Prussian eyed boy commented, "OZ could have realized that WuFei is very much alive and went after him. On top of that Quatre was their last target."

"It doesn't look like he's coming back tonight though. Let's go to the apartment in the morning."

The next morning the three boys went to the apartment complex. They went in and out of the elevator, then Duo knocked on WuFei's door. After waiting for a minute or so he tried again, still greeted by silence.

Trowa glanced down at his watch. "WuFei would be in school by now."

The Japanese pilot placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly and to everyone's surprise it was unlocked. Being very cautious Heero drew his gun and entered with the others close behind.

The atmosphere was very unsettling. Not even five steps in, the three of them noticed Quatre lying on the floor. The braided pilot broke away from the group and advanced towards the blond. Kneeling beside him he checked for a pulse. He swiftly removed his hand and closely observed it trembling. "He's dead.. ."

Trowa took the body into his arms and carried it out while Heero and Duo stayed behind. "Duo, do you see why I had that bad feeling?"

"No, WuFei would not have done this. It's not justified.. ."

"It looks like I have no choice." He headed for the door, "Duo, pull yourself together. We have to head back to the safe house and come up with a plan."

~*~*~*

The American sat at the foot of WuFei's Gundam. His thoughts going in every direction. How could he? He's not capable of hurting someone whose innocent.. . What are Heero and Trowa hiding from me? Then he felt a drop of moister hit the top of his head. He titled his head upwards and looked at the mobile suit's face. Sure enough there were tears following down. "You know don't you, Nataku?"

~ Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to do this piece. I have been really busy, but I hoped it was somewhat worth it. I am aware that this was short, but hey it's just filler. I'll get the last part done as soon as I can.

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