It's Just Emotions

A/N: Sorry, for the long wait... life got hectic...my boyfriend dumped (and lied about the reason why AND did it in am instant message) So I really wasn’t in the mood to write for a while there.... but I am now! Enjoy!


Title: It's Just Emotions

Summary: Same as before.

Disclaimer: It's in the first chapter.

Pairings. Quatre/Trowa, Heero/Duo, Wufei/and some of the guys.(yep hasn’t changed)

Warnings: wow, I actually think there’s nothing to warn you about. I needed give some plotline here.

Chapter 4
Getting... settled?

What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you
-Him ‘wicked game’

Trowa's view

We were in our own private air craft. Wufei said we were to go to the airport and there would be one waiting for us. We were greeted by the pilot when we arrived. The six hour flight over to the white house was a tense one. Even Duo stayed quiet. Heero, who sat beside him, had a look of indifference, if you could call it that, yet I knew he was going over what he was going to say as report to Mr. President, in his head. It must be tough be a leader sometimes. Especially one of so few words, as he was. This was also a very odd case to report: We were given coordinates from an outside source (outside as in from someone not in our field) of the whereabouts of a newly formed terrorist group. The information turns out to be part of a plot to set us up, upon realizing this we separate into the woods, find shelter, then get ambushed, captured, tortured, and then we escape. Sure, it’s was easy to sum up, but Mr. President would want the details. The boss back at headquarters would want detailed details. But exactly how much was Heero going to tell?

I was brought out of my train of thought when I felt someone’s warm, soft flesh rub against my own. My eyes glanced over to my right, and my green eyes clashed with the most beautiful shade of blue I have and will ever see. I then looked down at Quat's hand, it was now holding mine. A thick smile formed across my lips. Quat grinned back, a few of his front teeth showing. He looked straight ahead and leaned his head on my shoulder. I returned the show of affection, by kissing the top of his head. My eyes shifted to Wufei, behind me. I gave him an extremely sinister glare and then continued to gaze in front of me. This time with a wide smile adoring my face , and I leaned my head on top of Quat’s soon after.

The plane landed and we were brought by limousine to the front gates of the ‘White’ House. The driver explained who we were to the intercom near the gate, and then we were driven up to the front entrance. The the man who had opened the limousine door, lead us to the house's front door. There, we were welcomed by one of Mr. President’s representatives. He explained that he was busy at the moment, and that we were invited to stay the week.

“Mr. Merquise can show you to you rooms now, or if you would like, you can wait in the room to your right, for Mr. President. He will be with you in a few short hours.” The man who escorted us in and introduce himself as Mr. Zeken, said.

We all gazed at Heero to make a decision, all except, me, who was looking between Heero and Duo. Duo was trying to avoid Heero’s gaze, Heero was looking straight at him. They‘re acting strange. Heero came to the conclusion that we would wait, he didn't seem all to happy about his own decision. We all moved to the room to the right. There were two couches and a chair, with a coffee table between the three pieces of furniture. I sat down on one of the sofas, with Quat sitting down beside me. Heero one the other, as Duo walked past him and flopped down into the chair. This leaving a confused Wufei to sit next Heero, who watched as Duo sit in the chair, on the couch. It wasn't before long when I felt Quat’s hand on my knee. I placed my hand on top of his and we remained this way for some time.

'A few hours' that's what Mr. Zeken had said. But in the nothingness that happen in the lounging room to the right, made it seem much longer than that. There was finally some relief when Duo, true to his nature, spoke.

"So, exactly what are you going to say in your report, Heero?" It was a question that I’m sure had passed everyone’s mind since we were given the orders to report to the ‘White’ House.

"That everything was going according to what we planned. We arrived at the Berkshire building, we infiltrated, and implanted an explosive device inside the first level of the building. Upon returning to our rendezvous point, we were quickly surrounded, running into the woods before us, was our only escape." Heero paused. Everyone nodded. So far he hadn't left anything important out. "While running from the enemy Barton received a bullet wound to his lower abdomen. Maxwell and I carried him along, until coming upon a small, rundown shelter. There, we were temporally hidden by the enemy. It lasted for six days, till our position was discovered again. We were cornered and captured. " Heero paused again. This was the hard part. How much about our captivity was he going to tell? He still got his four nods to move on. "All were capered except Chang. The rest of us were put into separate rooms. There, we were interrogated by various methods. The only injuries sustained by these methods was the reopening and poor nursing of Barton’s wounds, and a gash given to Winner in the removal of..."

"Heero please leave that part out!" Cried Quat. Heero just sat back, unsure of what to do. Wufei looked utterly confused. But no more then I. Quatre had a big gash somewhere! Something was removed?!?! I looked at Quat. He just gave a 'Please don't ask now' look.

"Quatre, its going to be reported when you have your physical examination before another mission." Heero stated. He was right. Before every mission we had to have a physical exam to make sure we were 'fit for the job'. I looked Quat up and down. He still had my jeans and Heero's shirt on. I had my turtleneck and boxers. Heero had it the worst with just his spandex on. Duo had Quat's pants, and Chang, that bastard got out of the mission unscathed, and was fully dressed.

Quat sat back.

"Then I’ll deal with it when the time comes, just leave it out of your report, Heero." Quat said the sternly. It worked, because Heero nodded in compliance. He then looked at Duo. A small conversation happened with their eyes. Duo shook his head and that ended it.

"So the only injury to report is Trowa's." It was a question that came out as a statement. Again, there were nods all around. "We escaped, with Chang‘s aid. We traveled to the nearest town, and stayed the night in a motel. There Trowa's wounds were tended to, while the rest washed up and rested. We then were told to report here by one of Mr. President’s men." Heero finished. It all sounded dandy to me. Though he might ask what the methods of torture were. That was what had to be told in the official report we all have to give to the Boss later. I started thinking on exactly how I was planning on wording mine, when I felt a small hand on my back. I leaned into the hand until I was sitting all the way back against the couch. I found comfort in Quat's hand once again as I wrapped his with my own. It felt like the softest silk. My thumb ran along the back of his hand. I was about to bring it to my lips for a kiss when the door opened. Mr. Zeken reappeared.

"Mr. President will see you now." He said. He opened the door all the way and moved to the side as we walked by. We left in a single file. I put my hand behind my back as I walked, as I held onto Quat's hand.

We entered a large meeting type room. There was large table in the center (that appeared to be made of fake wood), which took the length of the room. Mr. President was at the head of the table, located in the back of the room.

"Please sit down, gentlemen." He said. Heero sat to Mr. President's right, Wufei next to him, Duo sat to his left, followed by myself, then Quat.

"First off, I need only one of you to tell me what happened, so, who is willing to do that?" Mr. President asked.

"I will." Said Heero, preparing to give the same speech he gave us.

"Good, just give me the facts of what happened." Mr. President said. He leaned forward on the table, laid his elbows on it, and crossed his fingers together and laid his head upon them. Heero began.

"Everything was going according to what we planned. When we arrived at the Berkshire building, we infiltrated..."

"Hold up, young man." Interrupted Mr. President, "Where did you say you arrived?" Everyone's except Heero's eyes widen slightly. I quickly thought back to day Heero had received the information... yes, I remembered he said ‘Berkshire’... my thoughts were interrupted when Heero replied.

"Berkshire, sir." Mr. President's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He stood up and walked over to his intercom on the wall.

"Liz."

"Yes, Mr. President?"

"I need the papers on the Nightstone Mission, now, please." He let go of the button, turned to us and asked.

"Didn't you get your information from Agent Gary Alden?" We all looked to Heero who shook his head.

"I obtained the information though an Agent Daul." Stated Heero, Mr. President continued to stare at us, well, at Heero, as if he had three heads.
"Agent Daul?" Questioned Mr. President. Heero simply nodded. The Liz lady on the other side of the intercom said that she was sending the papers up. And sure enough, a young man with long blonde hair, entered the room with a folder under his arm. He handed it to Mr. President, he thanked the blonde man, and then the fore meantioned left. He flipped though the folder looking for... something, once he found it he placed the folder on the table with a certain piece of paper on top.

"Here, the agent, who was to give you the information, was suppose to tell you this." He pointed to the paper. On it was the following information:

Name: Nightstone Mansion
Location: Raccoon, New Jersey.

Then it went on telling the height of the building, how many acres of land there are, and so on.

"This is the building you were suppose to go to. I’m guessing you have never even seen it before today.", I looked at it and nodded along with the other four. He gave an sigh. "I see. I don't know how this could have happened, but there was obviously some confusion or mix up of information, along the way here. You say you went to a building called ‘Berkshire’, where?"

"Maine." Heero said.

"Well, I'll have my men look into this right away. For now, you are all welcome to stay here and rest. It seems to me, that you were purposely given the wrong information. Furthermore, I was told your mission turned out to be a trap, correct?"

"Yes." Heero said. It was all he could say. We went to the wrong place. Why were we sent to the wrong place? How did someone know where we were to give Heero the wrong information? Did this mean I got shot for nothing!

"I see. We can discuss this later tomorrow. Agent Junsu, was sent to gather some of in your things from your rooms at headquarters. They have already been brought up to the rooms you will been currently staying at." He turned back to the intercom. "Liz, have Zechs come in to show our guests to their rooms, please."

"Yes, sir." Just then, a girl in the brightest pink dress known to man, walked in. She bowed her head and when she pulled her head up her eyes scanned the room. That girl was Relena Peacecraft, a friend of Heero's. This was obvious by the squeak of joy she gave when her gaze fell upon him. They then landed on Mr. President, she straighten up and began her little speech.

"I sorry to interrupt, sir, but I have just receive an e-mail that fills me with great dread. I think it would be in your best interest if you can come and take at look at it. It concerns your daughter, Uncle." When she said that last part it she said in a bit more softly than the rest, as she seemed to think we shouldn't be hearing this or something. And did she say ‘Uncle’!

"I see. If you could excuse me, gentlemen, as I must see to this matter at once. I'm sure Zechs will be along shortly." With this he turned to Relena and they both headed out the door, but not before she gave a smile and a wave to Heero. He just nodded back. Silence filled the room as Heero looked over the contents of the folder. I felt Quat's hand brush up against mine, I took hold of it, and kept it near me. A few more seconds past when the door opened showing the blonde man from before.

"If you could follow me I will bring you to your rooms, now." He bowed and waited for us to exist the room.

"Why couldn't we be able to follow you?" Duo questioned, as his usual sideway grin appeared on his face. We left the room and Zechs took the lead. It seems that we would each be getting our own rooms. Before Quatre entered his I whispered for him to wait up for me. I entered my own room and quickly rummaged though the luggage that laid at the bedside. The room had a bed suited with red satin sheets and with a red oak frame. Maybe I should have invited Quat to my room. The room was as plain as a guest room could be with peach carpeting, tan walls, red oaks dresser and a matching night stand by the bed. Once the object I was searching for was retrieved I quickly left the room.

Two knocks on Quat's door, a mumbled 'enter' later and I soon found myself sitting next to Quat on his dark blue satin sheeted bed. Not knowing how I was going to ask the question burning inside me, (What gash?) I opted for some small talk instead.

"I can't believe we were deceived so easily." Then I realize how vague that sentence seem to sound but before I could explain myself more thoroughly Quat began to speak.

"I know, if we had been more careful none of this would have happened." Quat then proceeded to look down at his hands gloomily. I definitely pick the wrong topic of discussion. Go me. So I tried again.

"I am glad that some of that stuff that happened ... happened." I have such a way with words. But once again Quat seemed to get my meaning.

"I am too." His hands found mine and his head found my shoulder. This wasn't the reaction I was going for but I was getting closer to my ultimate goal. I was about to try another talking tactic, one that would hopefully send my intentions out there for Quat to see, I always knew it was a good idea to keep a condom in my wallet.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Quatre view

My head was resting peacefully on Trowa. From the second he enter the room I saw in his eyes that he came for one thing and one thing only. He wanted to have sex with me. (Plus I saw the outline of a condom in his pocket) I knew I had to try to set him astray from the idea as best I could. He started talking about the false mission and I jumped at the distraction. But by the time I finished my sentence, the reason for my resistance came back to me. I stared down at my pants, knowing the emptiness that laid underneath.

"I am glad that some of that stuff that happened ... happened." He said a bit awkwardly. The statement made me fill up with joy and fear at the same time. Then a brilliant plan came to mind. I could pretend to be really tired, then he would have to no chance to make advances on me.

"I am too." I said with a smile, I clasped his hand in mine and laid my head on his shoulder. He didn't say anything after that so I think my plan was working. This is when we heard a knock on my door. Since it was my room, I was the one to get up. I opened the door and complete shock washed over me. There standing in front of me was the last person I wanted to see. Chang Wufei.

"Can I come in... we need to discuss some things." I wanted to scream ‘no’ and slam the door in his face. I found myself nodding and standing aside to let him in, instead. His graceful steps seemed arrogant to me as he narrowed his eyes, at the sight of Trowa. I wandered how I ever saw anything in that cock sucker. Then, he actually had the nerve to say,

"Barton if you don't mind, I would like to talk to Winner, alone, for a moment."

If my eyes could get any wider, they did at that moment. I looked to Trowa, hoping he would see in my eyes, what my mouth refused to say.

"No, I don't think Quatre wants me to." Right, I didn't, but now Wufei looked at me for conformation. I nodded lamely. I don’t know why I felt so hopeless in his presence. Was it becasue of guilt? Shame? Fear? Did I fear Wufei? His gaze lingered on me a little longer and my heart started to beat a little faster. Should I fear him?

"Fine. I was just hoping that Quatre and myself could finish the discussion we started back at the shack." At the word ‘discussion’ he gave me a pointed look, so there was no denying what he was talking about. I felt my face begin to flush. I tried to look anywhere but at Wufei, then I spotted Trowa on the bed, which was against the wall that door was located in. He was staring at me with such sadness in his eyes. I had both Trowa and Wufei in my sights now. It was time to set things straight. I took a deep breath preparing for a my big speech. A stenge thought that could have only come from hanging out with DUo to often flash through my brain before I began.

It feels kinda nice to have two guys want me.

Pushing that thought away, I shifted my gaze, looked Wufei straight in the eyes and said.

"Look Wufei, whether you are telling me the truth or not it doesn't matter because I'm with Trowa now. I.." I speech crumbles as he took a step toward me. A lump was beginning to form in my throat. I opened and shut my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out.

"Are you sure ‘he’ is what you want?" He asked in barely a whisper. My mind froze. He took another step forward. I wanted to scream for him to get back, to stay away, but I said nothing.

"Yes, he is sure," Trowa said from behind Wufei. He was standing now and he began to clench his fists as he added." And I think you should leave." Wufei spun around and faced Trowa.

"Why don't you let him speak for himself?"

"Why don't you keep your distance while he's talking to you?"

"Why don't you mind my own affairs?!” Wufei clench his fists as well. I wanted to interfere, but I didn't know what to say to make it all stop.

"Why don't you leave him alone!” Said Trowa.

"Why don't you!"

"Because he wants to be with me, not you!"

"That's not the message I got from him a few nights ago." Wufei said with widening sneer. Trowa whole face was getting red with rage as mine was bright pink as thoughts of the night Wufei was talking about, came back, again.

"Well, that's the message I ‘was’ getting a few minutes ago, before YOU interrupted us!!"

"Oh really!!"

"REALLY!!" There was a knock on my door.

A/N... yeah...I end it there. next part soon!