Author: hostilecrayon
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sap
Disclaimer: Still poor. Gundam Wing is owned by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino. Notes: My bunnies hate me. Really, they do. This is the final installment in the Growing Up Mini-Series... but stay tuned for the sequel - Still Growing: The Not-So-Mini-Series. Thanks to everyone who has seen this all the way through, and to the many people who have looked this over and helped me out when I was feeling idea-less. Also, much appreciation goes to GW500 - the place that started it all. As always, written for gw500, the prompt of Stress.
Here and Now
Quatre is beaming at us Trowa has an irritating little smirk on his face, but then, I'm smiling, too, so I can't be too upset. Wufei is looking pleased, as well, and it just makes me realize how much our actions had affected the group as a whole.
It was the first time we'd had a pilot get-together in almost two years, but it felt more like a reunion. The stress of our break-up had broken apart the group, and being here with our friends felt like coming home. Heero, who was smiling more than I'd seen in years, was half-leaning on me, talking with Wufei about Preventor business. Quatre and Trowa are catching me up on everything I'd missed, which is quite a bit if you think about just how many sisters Quatre has. It doesn't really matter what we're talking about, though. Quatre could have tried to convince me the moon was made of cheese and I'd probably still feel as happy as I do right now.
I didn't realize how much I missed my friends. I mean, I knew I missed them. But this amiable companionship is something I've never felt with anyone who wasn't currently in the room. I really don't know how I made it through without them - without all of them, together like this. We have a history that just can't be fully understood by anyone who wasn't out there fighting right beside us. I am fully convinced that I would have become a crotchety old hermit without them.
I'd seen them each one on one, with the exception of Heero, over the years, but even just being in this room felt new to me. Quatre had set aside a special room for all of us - he called it the 'Pilots' Den' - and he was always adding new features to it. It was a shock to walk in here and see that nothing had been touched since the last time I was here. I wonder if they even used it. I felt incomplete without them; maybe they felt the same.
None of that matters now, though. We've been reunited, and I'll be damned if I'm the one to split us up again. God forbid Heero and I break up again, but if we do, I'll still come to the gatherings - even if it kills me.
That turns my thoughts to everything Heero and I have gone through, and with one ear listening to how Iria was doing, I thought long and hard about it. I couldn't help but think Heero and I were both idiots. We handled things ridiculously badly, and it took us much too long to talk about it. We were both stupid. But his warmth is radiating around me, and I smile anyway. We may be idiots, but we can be idiots together. Somehow, that makes it okay.
I settle in a little deeper into the couch cushions and put a little more of my weight on Heero. We're all here now, and that's the only thing that matters.
I turn my attention back to Quatre, finally ready to live in the here and now. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
OWARI
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