It's Your Call

It's Your Call

I do not own Gundam Wing.

Trowa never expected to see her again, never expected that she'd still be alive, but here she was. Midii Une, the first girl he met and made friends with. At least, it sure felt like he made friends with her. Everyone in his unit never to spend time with a little kid like him.

"So, aren't you going to let me in?" Midii Une asked. "You don't have to. I know this might not be easy on you. If you want me to go, I'll go." She turned to leave.

"No, wait," Trowa grabbed her arm, "it's okay. You were just the last person I expected to see. Here come in. My sister's out right now." He let her in. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you, No-Name."

"It's Trowa."

Midii smiled and sat down.

"You, uhh, want anything?" Trowa pointed to the fridge and went toward it. "Soda, water?"

"Ice water will be fine."

Trowa took a glass from the cabinet and an ice tray from the freezer and put some ice cubes the glass. He put the tray back in the freezer and poured water from the faucet. Trowa was bad at not refilling the ice tray before putting it back in. But Catherine didn't yell at him for it. She felt angry at herself. They lived in a small apartment with hardly anything. If she had enough money, they would have a refrigerator that had a part where they could get their water and ice, crushed or cubed.

"Here you go," Trowa said, handing her the glass.

"Thanks, Trowa," Midii said.

"So tell me," Trowa sat in the seat across from her, "how did you find me? And why were you looking for me anyway?"

"You have to ask?" Midii demanded, setting her glass down. "Trowa, since you left me on that cold, windy day, I promised myself I'll find you and I looked all over the place. I wouldn't stop looking until I found you. Then I learned about the five gundam pilots. I saw your face on the news."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I saw you and your sister at the circus last week. I followed you home."

"What?!" he gasped.

"But when I saw where you lived I left." She told him. "I didn't want to talk to you until the time was right"

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"The apartments down the block," she replied. "Trowa, I want to apologize for putting you in danger all those years ago. I hope you can forgive me, but I'll understand if you can't. It's your call." Midii stood up. "Well, I said what I needed to say and I'll leave now."

"Wait, Midii," he stood up and took her hand. "You just got here. Do you want to meet my sister? She'll be home soon,"

The door opened.

"Here she is," Trowa told her, "hi sis!"

"Hi Trowa," Catherine walked in carrying a paper sack. Trowa took it from her hands and set it down on the shelf. "Oh, I see you have company."

"This is Midii."

"Hi, Midii. I'm Catherine, Trowa's sister." Catherine said pleasantly. "How do you know Trowa?"

"We're old friends," Midii mumbled. "I must be going." She let herself out.

"Nice girl, how did you meet her?" Catherine asked.

"Remember when I was working in that mercenary unit when I was ten?" Trowa asked.


"That's where I met Midii. She was a spy."

"A spy!?" Catherine shouted. "Why the hell was she here?"

"To apologize. She nearly got me killed."

They didn't know Midii was outside listening to their conversation. She put her ear near to the door. He'll never forgive me…

"Trowa, I want you to stay away from that girl," Catherine ordered. "She's dangerous."

"She didn't mean to get me in trouble," Trowa said, "she didn't want to be a spy in the first place." Trowa crossed his arms, "she was the closest thing I had to a friend."

"Can you forgive her for what she did?" Catherine asked.

Trowa was quiet for a while, "I think so. She seemed really sorry about it." He thought hard for a moment, "yes, I think I can forgive her. I've been wondering about Midii. Since the day we met I wasn't able to put her out of my mind."

"You can't be serious!" Catherine cried. "She almost killed you!"

Midii gasped and stepped away from the door. She couldn't hear another word from Catherine's mouth. She sounded so angry. Keeping her tears under control, she ran down the hall and left.

"Cathy, she didn't mean to do it," Trowa said, "and Quatre didn't mean to kill me either. It was all an accident. How was Quatre supposed to know that the Wing Zero was equipped with a dangerous system? How was Midii supposed to know that I was going to find her?"

"Trowa," Catherine muttered.

"Midii was the first girl that made a difference in my life until I met you, Catherine. And Quatre's my best friend. They both mean a lot to me."

"They both almost got you killed and I'll never forgive them for it!" Catherine shouted.

"Catherine, it's not your call." Trowa said, "it's mine. It's my problem. They weren't after you. They weren't even after me. It was just a horrible accident. I was able to forgive Quatre and I'm able forgive Midii."

"I can't believe this." Catherine turned to her room, "fine do what you want. I'm only trying to take care of you like a big sister should, but I can see you don't need me!" Catherine slammed her door.

Trowa sighed and turned to the coat closet. He picked up his coat, put his hands through the sleeves and left. He had to go for a walk. He had to clear his head. I'll talk to Quatre. That's what I'll do. Trowa thought. After all, he's my best friend.

Trowa walked through the snow and to Quatre's large mansion. He had at least one of them on each colony and Earth, or at least a condo. The one on Earth was the biggest mansion. He had a special place to live so he would never have to call a hotel to reserve a room if he had to go on some special assignment. For the moment, Quatre was on the same colony as Trowa was, the L4 colony.

Quatre was playing the piano when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, Master Quatre," Rashid told him. "You just keep on playing."

Quatre laughed slightly. The Magunacs liked to hear Quatre play the piano more than anything in the world.

"Hello, Rashid," Trowa said.

"Come in, Mr. Trowa," Rashid opened the door for him to enter.

Quatre stood up from the piano. "Hi Trowa. What can I do for you?"

"May I take your coat, sir?" Rashid asked.

"Sure, thanks," Trowa slid his coat off and handed it to Rashid. He walked to Quatre, "we need to talk. I have a problem."

"Follow me," Quatre led Trowa to a small room where he spent most of his time reading. He closed the door. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ask if you wanted anything."

"That's alright, Quatre," Trowa said. "Catherine would be wondering where I am. I can't stay long." Trowa sat on the sofa and Quatre sat across from him.

"What's the matter, Trowa?" Quatre asked in concern.

"I got in a little argument with Catherine again," Trowa replied.

"About what?" like I have to ask, Quatre thought, it's about me, I'm sure. Catherine's uneasy with me being friends with Trowa after what happened. If there was only something I could tell her to make her understand.

"Someone from my past came to see me today. I met her when I was ten. I never told you about the time when I was ten, was I?" Trowa leaned forward and clasped his hands as he looked at the blue carpet. "I was in a mercenary unit, working on mobile suits. I was also trained to use them. I met a girl there, Midii Une. She turned out to be a spy and she got a lot of people killed. But it wasn't her fault. She was in a tight spot. He father was sick and she had 3 younger brothers to care for. Midii didn't like the things she was doing, but she felt like she really didn't have a choice. Today she came to apologize. I thought I never see her again, but I guess anything can happen, huh?"

"So, what are you going to do?"

Trowa shrugged. "Dunno, that's why I came here." Trowa sat up, "what would you do, Quatre?"

"Me?" Quatre gasped.

"Yeah…you know how to speak to women." For a moment, Trowa almost sounded like Duo. Trowa grinned a little.

Quatre blushed and thought about the times he talked to Relena and Miss Noin and Dorothy….Dorothy. Where was she? Quatre hasn't seen or heard from her since Libra. The words he spoke to Relena and Miss Noin was able to help them, did the words to Dorothy make any difference? What about the words he told Catherine? Dorothy and Catherine had one thing in common: once they held on something, they wouldn't let go. Dorothy was attached to war and Catherine to anger. True, Cathy didn't like war, but she was very angry with Quatre after what happened. If Quatre really was Trowa's best friend, why did he get him hurt? And why did he take him away to fight again? Cathy couldn't forgive Quatre, but it didn't surprise Quatre at all. He wasn't able to forgive himself. It was so foolish for him to build that mobile suit in the first place. Now he had to live without ever seeing Dorothy again and to live with the sorrow he felt whenever Catherine was mentioned.

"Quatre, you okay?" Trowa said, poking him out of his trance.

"Huh, what did you say?" Quatre asked.

"I asked what you would do in my situation."

"I'd tell this Midii Une person how you feel before she runs away and you'll never see her again." Quatre stood up. "Just like Dorothy did."

"No word from Dorothy?"

Quatre shook his head and looked out the window. "It bothers me, Trowa. I thought what I said to her was able to change her, but I guess it's crazy for me to think you can change a person. Now Dorothy's gone and I don't know where she is, or if she even made it."

"I'm sorry, Quatre."

Quatre turned his gaze from the window and forced a smile, "hey, don't worry about it. I didn't mean to lay all that on you. You just go find Midii and tell her how you feel."

Trowa nodded. "Thanks, Quatre."

"Good luck."

Trowa smiled and left the door. Rashid gave him is coat and Trowa stepped out into the winter night. Trowa was able to find Midii's apartment easily. He paused before knocking. What if she's not even there? What if she left again? He thought. He sighed and knocked on the door. Please be there. He heard footsteps come to the door. It opened and he saw Midii's face. "Hi," he said. "Can I come in?"

"I'm surprised to see you here," Midii said, opening the door.

"I had to see you." Trowa walked in and Midii closed it.


"Midii, eight years ago, you came very close to killing me."

"And I'm very, very sorry for that!" Midii shouted.

"You weren't the only one that came close to killing me. I have a friend named Quatre. He's my best friend, actually. He almost killed me too, but I was able to forgive him. He was in a bad spot, like you were."

"Trowa, do you mean." Midii whispered.

"Yes, Midii, I forgive you." Trowa said.

Midii laughed and threw her arms around his neck, "oh, thank you! This is the best day of my life!"

Trowa's arms seemed to move by themselves. They slid around Midii's waist and pulled her closer to him. His hands explored her back and reached to her hair. Trowa never felt this way about anyone. He never thought he could. His heart started beating fast that it began to ache inside his chest. In truth, he missed Midii. He missed her so much. He never thought to lay eyes on her again, never thought to hold her in his arms like this. But none of that seemed to matter. Here she was.

Trowa pulled back to look in her eyes. He kissed her passionately on the lips while holding her chin. He felt so complete. Then a thought entered his head. He broke the kiss a bit too soon. Midii made sound of disappointment.

"I'm going home but I'll be back, okay?"


"It's a surprise."

"No, tell me!" Midii cried.

"Okay…how would you feel if I moved in?" Trowa asked.


"It's your call, Midii. Yes or no. I can ask my friend Quatre to help me pack and I'll be here by tomorrow afternoon."

Midii laughed, "I love it!"

Trowa stroke his hands through her hair, "I'll be back." He kissed her again and left.

When Trowa came home, he tiptoed to Catherine's door to see if she was still awake. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, at least, it appeared that way. Her back was toward him. She was awake, pondering the days events. Cathy just couldn't fall asleep.

He decided to say her name, "Cathy, you awake?"

Catherine remained silent and eventually he closed the door.

Trowa went to the phone and called Quatre. "Quatre, I talked to Midii."

"So what happened? Everything okay?"

"Okay? More than okay! Everything is perfect! In fact, I'm going to move in with her!"

"Whoa," Quatre moaned, "you can't be serious…what about your sister?"

"Catherine will manage. I'll visit her."

"But she's your sister. Won't she be a bit upset?"

"Yes. She told me to stay away from Midii, but I never expected to see her again. Now I can. I want to be with her."

"I see."

"Can you help me move out?"


"Thanks Quatre." And Trowa hung up.

Quatre stared at the phone before hanging up. He sighed and hung up. Trowa was able to find the girl of his dreams while the girl Quatre dreamed about was out somewhere, nowhere to be found. Quatre thought he had gotten through to Dorothy, but he thought wrong. She was gone for good. Quatre leaned back in his chair. His mind wandered to Catherine. She was another woman that had a hard time believing Quatre's words, and he was his best friend's sister. Quatre wondered how she would feel if her brother was to leave her alone. Quatre laughed at himself.

"I'm thinking about my best friend's sister," he said, "I must be tired…" he got ready for bed but couldn't sleep. Quatre kept thinking about Catherine. He just couldn't get her out of his mind.

Quatre arrived early at Trowa and Catherine's place to help him move out. Catherine was still asleep. "Have you told Catherine that you were moving out?" Quatre asked, following Trowa to his room.

Trowa shook his head, "she's asleep. I don't want to bother her." He started taking clothes out of his dresser and into a suitcase.

"She's going to be mad, you know."

"She'll understand. I think she's been having trouble sleeping lately anyway."

"You're sure this is what you want to do, Trowa?" Quatre asked, looking the room over. "I mean, your sister will be…" Quatre was unable to finish his sentence. Didn't Trowa already know how Catherine will feel?

"I'm sure, Quatre. This is what I want." Trowa raised his eyes from the suitcase. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

"Well, what else do you need packed up?" Quatre added, changing the subject.

"I have all my bathroom stuff packed in a box. You can grab that and set that at the door. Midii should be here soon."

"Okay." He left to grab the box. Has everything done already. Why did he even ask me to help if he's already done? Quatre thought.

There was a quiet knock at the door. "Quatre, could you get that?" Trowa called, but kept his voice low to keep from waking Catherine.

"Sure thing," Quatre went to the door. "Hi, you must be Midii. My name's Quatre Rabera Winner…I'm, Trowa's best friend."

They shook hands, "that's right." Midii smiled. "Everything about ready?"

Quatre nodded, "yeah," he gestured toward the back bedrooms. "Trowa's packing up the last of his clothes right now."

Trowa walked out of his room with his suitcase. "Hey, I thought that was you."

Midii smiled, "anything I can help you with?"

"No, all set."

Catherine's door opened. "Trowa, is there someone…what the hell?!" she stormed into the living room, "What's going on here?" she demanded.

"Trowa, you didn't tell her?" Midii asked, cocking her head.

"No, he didn't," Quatre answered for him. He folded his arms.

"Tell me what?" Catherine demanded.

"Catherine," Trowa said, "I'm moving in with Midii."

"You're what!?" she gasped, "you can't be serious."

"I am."

"Quatre, do something! You're his best friend." Catherine turned to Quatre and shook his arm, "change his mind!"

"I can't change his mind any more than you can," Quatre muttered, turning around.

Midii picked up the box containing Trowa's bathroom stuff. "We'd better go."

"Trowa, you're making the biggest mistake of your life!"

"I understand that you're upset, Cathy," Trowa said kindly, "but I just want to be with Midii. We won't be far and I'll come see you. And I'll still be in the circus. Nothing is going to change." He gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek and headed for the door, "oh, Quatre, if you find anything I missed, let me know."

"Sure thing." Quatre closed the door and turned to see Catherine with her hands on her hips.

"You're just going to let him go?" Catherine demanded, "Dammit, Quatre, I thought you were Trowa's best friend! How could you support this!?1"

"I didn't," Quatre said calmly. "Trust me, Catherine, I asked him if this was really want he wanted to do." Quatre folded his arms, "and I am Trowa's best friend."

"Why would he want to leave?" she asked, sniffling. "Maybe it was the apartment. It was too much of a dump for him, wasn't it? Or maybe I just wasn't a good big sister to him?" Catherine plopped down on the sofa. "I pushed my own brother away from me!"

"That's not true, Catherine," Quatre said. "He just fell in love with Midii. He wants to be with her. They were apart for a very long time and he wants to see that something like that never happens again."

"How is that supposed to make me feel better?" Catherine demanded coldly, flashing her violet eyes. "My brother fell in love and he's moving in with some girl that almost killed him and in the meantime, what am I supposed to do? Huh?"

Quatre sighed. "You should be happy for him."

"Happy?" Catherine wiped a tear away with her thumb. "Happy for Trowa?"

"Some people don't get that lucky," Quatre murmured.

Catherine covered her face with her hands, "what's supposed to happen to me now that I don't have Trowa to look after? I thought my whole purpose in life was to take care of my brother and now some girl is going to finish the job for me." Catherine's voice broke and her sobs took place of her voice. "It's not…it's n-not f-fair! It's just not…"

Quatre stood there unable to move. He didn't know rather to leave and let her have her moment alone or to stay with her. Unable to take her eyes off her, Quatre stepped back toward the door. Then he stopped. He couldn't leave her while she was crying. Last time he left a crying woman he never saw her again. If he left Catherine crying, the same thing might happen. Catherine would probably do a Dorothy Catalonia special and disappear forever. He sighed and stepped to Catherine, kneeled down in front of her and put his hand on her lap.

"Catherine," he whispered.

Catherine took a hand from her face and put it on her knee. Quatre took her hand. Catherine sniffed as her tears streamed down her face.

"Your brother still loves you and that's all I think that matters. My sisters are all on different colonies and I hardly get to see them. I sometimes forget who is who." Quatre said, "Trowa loves you and he knows that you love him. When he needs you, he'll come before you know it."

"I'm going to be so lonely without him," Catherine mumbled.

"I know," still holding her hand in his, he stood up and sat next to her. He pulled her head to his shoulder to let her head rest. He stroke a few hairs from her face. "Loneliness can sure break a person's heart." He spoke, feeling his own loneliness take over his heart.

"People don't need to be lonely," she whispered into his neck. "It's not right. People just need each other."

"Yes, I know," Quatre said, "I know how you feel."

"It's going to be so hard living in this small place without anyone to take care of. Trowa needed me," she admitted, "he needed me like I needed him. What am I supposed to do now?"

What am I supposed to do now? Those words echoed in Quatre's mind. That's a good question, Cathy. I just don't know. I've been asking myself the same thing. I'm so lonely. I have 29 sisters, 40 soldiers, 4 fellow gundam pilots and still I feel so damn lonely. I wish there was a way I could take away your loneliness and mine. Quatre sat there thinking of something to say and then, "hey, Catherine, I've got an idea." He pushed her aside and grasped her shoulders to look at her face.

"What is it?" she asked, wiping the rest of her tears away.

"What if I moved in?" he proposed.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

He nodded, "it'll only be a little while until you get over your loneliness."

"You'd leave your mansion, your condo to move in this little dump?" she asked with a short laugh. "Quatre, an aristocrat like yourself doesn't deserve to live in a place like this…in fact, no body does. I guess that's why Trowa left."

"Okay, well, you can move in with me."

"Oh, Quatre, I don't know," she moaned, "I don't want to intrude."

"I don't mind," he admitted, "I don't want you to be here all by yourself. You're welcome to stay at my place for as long as you want. There's plenty of room!"

"But what if you get called away on some report or something?" she asked

"I'll ask Rashid to take care of it for me or I can just take you with me if you'd like."

Catherine sighed.

"You don't need to decide now," Quatre said, noticing her hesitation, "I'll give you some time to think about it. It's your call." Quatre stood up. "Come by and let me know if you want to move in."

"Thank you, Quatre," Catherine whispered. "I really appreciate it." She smiled and led him to the door. She opened it, "have a good day, Quatre."

Quatre took his coat and he flashed her his famous Quatre Rabera Winner winning smile, "take care."

"you too," and without thinking, Catherine pecked his cheek. She blushed. He blushed. She covered her mouth. He covered his cheek, blinked and stepped out. Catherine closed the door immediately when Quatre was out of the living room. She pressed her back against the door. "I'm falling for my brother's best friend…I cant' believe it!"

Quatre grinned as he walked down the hall, "I'm falling for my best friend's sister…I can't believe it!"

What will Catherine decide? Find out in part 2!!