Author: Merula

Pairings: 3+4+3

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.

Note: This is part of the 'itune meme': "Choose a number between 1 and 815. Comment with that number and a fandom (one I am familiar with- ask if you aren't sure), and I will write a ficlet (I'd say drabble but I might not stick to 100 words thing) based on the corresponding song in my iTunes."

368 (request by crystal_lilly)

Okay, so 368 is one of my bizarre ones. It's called Marvin I love you- about the robot from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's here if you want to hear it: http://youtu.be/5ImiqaXBMkM

Drabble 71

"When was the last time you even opened this closet?"

"Last year- I put the suitcases in." Cathy glared at Trowa's back. "Look- you going to help me clean it out or not?"

"Well..."

"Trowa- you promised!"

"In a moment of weakness," Trowa muttered, but he took a step inside all the same. "Did you know there's even boxes up above the door?"

"Of course- I put them there!" Cathy snapped open a black trash bag and poked him in the back. "Come on- we have to get started! The movers are coming early tomorrow."

"Maybe you should just have Ray move in with you. I mean- then we wouldn't have to do this."

"Trowa!"

"All right, all right."

Two hours later, things had progressed, but the closet wasn't even close to being cleaned out. Cathy had vanished towards the kitchen, hopefully with lunch intentions, Trowa thought as he pulled down another box. Much to his surprise, this one had his name on it. What was this? He'd never lived here- there was no reason for his things to be here-

Sitting on the floor, he opened the box- and made a soft sound of recognition. His old turtleneck, his mercenary's jacket- all of his things from the war. How had they gotten here? At the bottom was his flight suit from the Libra- the last battle of the first war.

He smoothed the material absently, realizing that he was trying hard not to think of something- of someone- and laughed a little at himself.

His fingers found a small zippered pocket and he opened it absently. There was a small scrap of paper tucked inside.

No matter where you are, or when you read this, know that I'm waiting for you. Love you always.

His fingers tightened on the paper. He'd never seen this before- never knew it existed- and how the hell had it gotten in this pocket?

The handwriting was familiar. He didn't even need to flip the paper over to see the signature on the back, but he did, letting his fingers trace the letters...

I'm waiting for you.

Getting to his feet, he moved quickly down the hallway to the kitchen. Cathy looked up from the soup pot, startled. "Trowa?"

"I- I have to go, Cathy. I'm sorry. It's halfway done- but-"

"What happened?" She moved towards him and he held out the scrap of paper. She read it in a moment and then smiled up at him. "There's a shuttle schedule by the phone. Go call."

"Am I- do you think-"

"I think he's been waiting for a long time."

"Thanks sis." He dropped a kiss on her cheek and went to the phone. There was a shuttle leaving in an hour- he could make it easily.

Quatre had waited long enough.

OWARI

 

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