by Misanagi
Notes: Written for the gw500 community on LJ for challenge # 96: Last call.
To Anne, because she asked for some 3x4 *hugs*
Quatre sat on the grass. The day was sunny but there was a little breeze making it cool. Trowa and Duo had already left, probably to get some lunch, but Quatre refused to go. He knew, eventually, he would have to walk away, but he wasn't ready yet.
"I brought you some food." Trowa was standing in front of him with a plastic bag on his hand. "Pasta." Without waiting for Quatre's answer, Trowa sat down on the grass next to him and handed Quatre the cardboard box and the plastic cutlery.
"Thank you." Quatre gave Trowa a smile and opened the box. The rich smell of the food woke his appetite and soon Quatre found himself devouring the dish. When he was done he gave Trowa another smile and thanked him again.
Trowa made a dismissive gesture. "I knew you would forget about eating." They were quiet for a moment and then Trowa added, "I can stay here with you until you are ready."
Quatre turned his eyes away from the remains of Deathscythe, Heavyarms and Sandrock, and looked at Trowa. There was a hint of sadness in Trowa's eyes but there was a fickler of hope there too, and it somehow made Trowa's eyes shine brighter.
"This was the last call," Quatre whispered. "We won't need them again."
"Peace is fragile," said Trowa. "You should know that."
"I do." Quatre stood up slowly. "I'll keep fighting, but the Gundams aren't needed anymore. From now on, we'll fight on our own." He extended his hand to Trowa and helped him up.
"I'll be with you," Trowa said. Quatre gave him a surprised look and Trowa added, "You were right, it's always better to fight together."
"Just fight?"
Quatre held his breath waiting for the answer. Trowa took one of Quatre's hands in his and kissed him softly. "Fighting isn't everything." They smiled at each other and walked away together.
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