It's Your Call Part 3

It's Your Call Part 3

I do not own Gundam Wing in any way, shape or form.

Catherine stayed at Quatre's house for three more weeks. Every night he played the same song on his violin for her and after the song he would smooth the hair around her face. Quatre wanted to kiss her after the song but he didn't know if he should or not. In truth, Quatre was falling in love with Catherine Bloom more and more each day and falling more out of love with Dorothy Catalonia. Catherine was where Quatre could find her. She was staying underneath his own roof. Quatre couldn't help his feelings for Catherine. And he couldn't understand why he was falling in love with is Catherine, of all the women in the world, why Trowa's, Quatre's best friend's sister?

Trowa never knew that Catherine was staying at his best friend's place until he came to his house one day to borrow a few tools.

"I'll get it," Quatre announced and then opened the door. His eyes widened, "T-Trowa, what are you doing here?"

Trowa couldn't believe what Quatre just said. I'm his best friend, isn't that reason enough? Trowa thought, "Hi Quatre, I need to borrow some…" he saw Catherine walk up.

"Quatre, could you help me with…Trowa!" Catherine gasped.

"Catherine, what are you doing here?" Trowa asked, walking into the house.

"Well, Quatre invited me to stay here for a while," she replied.

"What?" Trowa gasped. He spun around, "would you please explain what's going on here?"

"She was very upset when you left to live with Midii," Quatre said, "that I decided to let her move in with me."

"Quatre, you're my best friend! How dare you!"

"What was I supposed to do?" Quatre demanded, "Just leave her there alone!?"

"Come on now, don't fight," Catherine ordered, stepping in between them.

"Catherine," Trowa grunted, "please tell me you're not sleeping with this jerk!"

"Hey, you're being irrational, Trowa!" Catherine snapped. "I thought you two were best friends! I was very upset when you left the apartment Trowa. I didn't want to stay there all by myself. Quatre offered to move in there for a while until I got better, but no one really deserves to live in that place, so he let me stay here."

"I don't believe this," Trowa mumbled. "You mean to tell me, for three whole weeks, you've been staying here, with my best friend?!" Trowa shook his head and put his hand to his forehead. He pulled it down and furrowed his eyebrows "wait, that day when you brought my flute back to my new apartment, you had suitcases with you. You didn't tell me where you were going. That day, Cathy, you were moving in with my best friend, weren't you?"

"Well, I---" she sighed.

"Go ahead, Catherine," Quatre urged.

"Yes. That's when I moved in with Quatre."

Trowa's hand clenched into a fist, "but why…of all the places to go, why here?"

Catherine sighed, "because, Trowa, this place is beautiful. It has everything anyone could ever want. It's way better than staying at that small apartment. I wasn't crazy enough to pass this up."

"You don't belong here," Trowa said flatly, "I didn't belong in Quatre's mansion when I met him in the first place. It's just not the way I want to live."

"Listen to me Trowa," Catherine said, "I like this place. I didn't like that small apartment and I know you didn't either. I feel like a princess here and Quatre said I'm welcome to stay here as long as I want."

"I'm sorry, Trowa," Quatre apologized, "I think I should have told you."

"Yes, Quatre, I think you should have too!" Trowa heard enough of Quatre's mouth and slammed his fist in it.

Quatre fell back and grabbed his jaw. He looked at Trowa with that "I can't believe you just did that," look. Quatre wanted to punch Trowa back but then they'd just get in a big fight and he didn't want to do that in front of Catherine. He sat there on the floor in more surprise than in pain.

"Quatre, are you okay?" Catherine knelt down at him and took his arm. She helped him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Quatre walked up to Trowa, "Trowa, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave."

"That might be best," Trowa said and he let himself out the door.

Quatre stood there for a few moments in silence. He clenched his hand in a fist, "I'm sorry you had to see that, Catherine," Quatre rubbed his jaw and mouth.

"I'm sorry that you got hit, Quatre," Catherine said. "You know Trowa really didn't mean that."

Quatre turned around. "I made a big mess, didn't I?"

"Oh no, of course not," she put her hands on his chest. "What you did was very sweet, Quatre. I don't regret coming here."

"I'm glad that you're feeling better," he put his hands over hers and then they migrated up her arms, to her shoulders and on her back. They stood there staring into each other's eyes. They smiled at each other and then they moved into kiss just as Rashid walked in.

"Master Quatre…" he saw them together and gasped, "Oh, sorry to interrupt," he turned and hid his eyes.

Quatre stepped back, "what is it, Rashid?"

"I just came to tell you that lunch was ready," Rashid said, still covering his eyes.

"That sounds great," Catherine said.

Catherine and Quatre walked by the embarrassed Rashid. Quatre elbowed him. "Great timing, Rashid…" Quatre said playfully.


Trowa entered his new apartment and slammed the door. He fell upon the couch and put his hand on his face. "The nerve…"

Midii heard him come in, "hi, did you get the tools from Quatre?"

"No," he snapped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Catherine was there."

"She was there?"

"Yeah," Trowa moaned, "she moved in with Quatre."

"She what? Why?"

Trowa sat up, "Catherine was lonely when I moved out so Quatre offered to let her stay at his place until she got over her loneliness."

"You're very upset, aren't you?" Midii sat next to him. "Honey, if you ask me, I think it was sweet for Quatre to ask Catherine to stay."

Trowa forced a smile, "yeah…I forgot how kind he could be. But still, they kept this from me. Quatre could at least told me he asked Catherine to stay, then I would know where she was staying for the last 3 weeks."

"Maybe Quatre didn't expect her to stay so long."

"Yeah, maybe," Trowa sighed. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, Midii."

"Don't worry about it," she cuddled up close to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "You have more things to worry about."

Trowa's eyes widened, please tell me she's not pregnant…we were using protection! "What-what do you mean?"

"We still need those tools to fix the bathroom sink."

Trowa sighed, "oh, good."

"You thought I was going to say I was pregnant, weren't you?" she teased, "don't worry, babe, I'm not."


A few days later, Quatre decided to tell Catherine how he felt about her. He went up to her room, "Catherine?" he knocked on the door. No answer. Not even a sound. He knocked on the door again while opening the door. "Catherine, are you in here?"

He walked inside, "maybe she went shopping or something. I'll ask anyone if they seen her." He turned to leave the room but then he saw something out the corner of his eye. He saw a piece of paper on Catherine's dresser and he picked it up. It was in Catherine's handwriting. Quatre gasped when he recognized it.


The time has come for me to leave here. I'm completely over my loneliness and I accept Midii and Trowa's relationship. Thank you for letting me stay. It was very sweet and kind of you. I have stayed here far too long and it's time for me to go. So you will know where I am, I'll be on Earth. Please tell Trowa good-bye for me.

Thanks for everything,

Catherine Bloom

Quatre's hand shook as he held the note. He couldn't believe it. Today, today he was going to tell Catherine he loved her. He was going to tell her how much she meant to him. He was going to kiss her and hold her and maybe make love to her, but now she was gone. It was too late. Quatre scrunched the note in his hand as tears filled his eyes.

"She didn't even tell me she was leaving," Quatre sniffed, "if she really wanted to leave, I would have taken her to Earth myself." Quatre turned to leave and ran down the halls. He bumped into a few of his Magunacs.

"Master Quatre, are you alright?" Rashid asked.

"You look upset," Abdul said.

"I have to go," Quatre ran past them and out the door.


"I'm sorry, Trowa," Midii said, watching him work on the bathroom sink.

"What for?" he muttered, concentrating.

"You left your apartment because it was falling apart and you move in here thinking it's better but mine is just as bad, isn't it?"

Trowa laughed, "sweetie, that's why they're called apartments."

Midii smiled. I can't believe he just told a joke, "You're not mad?"

"Of course not," he sat up from the sink, "and that's not why I moved in here. I moved in here because I wanted to be with you. I don't care about the apartment. Besides, I like working on things. It makes me feel useful."

"Good, because the kitchen sink isn't working well either."

"You're kidding," he muttered.

Midii tilted her head, "Gotcha."

"That's not funny," he grinned and pecked her lips.

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Midii said. She went to the door and opened it to see Quatre, "Hi Quatre, what a surprise."

"Thanks," he walked in, his eyes on the floor.

When Trowa heard Midii say who he thought was his best friend, he came out of the bathroom and in the room. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. Then he noticed the solemn look on Quatre's face. "What is it?"

Quatre raised his light green-blue eyes to meet Trowa's dark emerald ones. Quatre's eyes were filled with tears and they were falling down his cheeks like a forever flowing river. Trowa stood still. The last time Trowa saw Quatre cry was when Quatre found him after thinking he was dead. Both those tears were different, Quatre was happy to see him. They were tears of happiness. The tears that fell from Quatre's eyes now were of sadness and sorrow.

"Quatre, what's the matter?"

Quatre's chest heaved and he walked into Quatre's arms. Trowa stepped back in surprise. He looked at Midii who covered her mouth in concern. She shed a few tears of her own.

"Something's wrong," she mumbled, "something's wrong…"

Trowa rubbed Quatre's back and wished he'd never got angry at him. Best friends aren't supposed to hurt each other like that. They were supposed to be there for each other and care for one another.

"She's gone, Trowa…" Quatre sobbed.

"Who?" Trowa asked.

"Catherine, she, she left." He stepped back and wiped his eyes and reached in his back pocket to pull out the note she left him, "I found this in her room. Catherine wanted to tell you goodbye for her."

"What?" Trowa read the note over, "I don't believe this…she went back to Earth and she didn't even want to say goodbye to me in person?"

"She said nothing about wanting to go back to Earth," Quatre admitted.

"We have to stop her," Trowa said.

"She's probably half way to Earth by now," Quatre groaned. "It's too late, Trowa. She's gone, just like Dorothy."

"You're still thinking about Dorothy?"

"I got a letter from her. She just wanted to let me know she was alive but she didn't want me to find her." Quatre said, "but it didn't really bother me because I started having feelings for Catherine. Today I was going to tell her how I felt, but, it's too late now."

"You should at least try, Quatre," Midii said. "I thought I'd never find Trowa but I kept trying. Now I've finally found him. You have to go after Catherine, Quatre and tell her. It might not be too late."

"She's right, Quatre," Trowa agreed.

"You don't even want me near your sister," Quatre said.

"Hey, I wanted you two to try to get along and now you're in love with her!" Trowa told him, "I'm not mad about that, Quatre."

"You're not?"

"No, what made me mad was that you kept the truth from me. If you told me that you let Catherine stay I'd understand."

"I'm sorry, Trowa."

"We don't have time for that right now, Quatre," Trowa said, putting his hand on Quatre's shoulder, "we have a shuttle to catch!"

"Good luck!" Midii opened the door and tossed Trowa his coat.

"Yeah, let's go." Quatre passed Trowa and walked out the door, with Trowa at his side. Quatre let Dorothy get away, but he'd be damned if he ever let Catherine get away without him telling her how he felt. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.


"Last call for Shuttle number 44321," the travel agent announced in the microphone, "everyone leaving for Earth please come forward."

Catherine sighed and stood up. Part of her wanted to stay and part of her wanted to go. Something told her she was leaving too soon and another part told her she was leaving too late. Catherine gave the agent her ticket and he smiled and gave her the boarding pass.

"Have a nice flight," he said.

"Thank you." Catherine walked into the shuttle and sat in her seat and looked out the window, "goodbye, Quatre…I-I love you…" She then turned to the empty seat next to her and put her hand on the chair. She missed Quatre already and the shuttle hasn't even taken off yet. The only way she'd leave if Quatre was sitting right next to her. The shuttle was about to leave.

"Now everyone, please sit down and relax," the captain said over the intercom.

Catherine jumped up, "wait….I don't want to leave!" she got out of her aisle and grabbed her bag.

"Miss, please, go back to your seat." The flight attendant said.

"I can't go!"

"Is this your first time on a shuttle? I assure you have nothing to worry about."

"Trust me, I'm not having first time flight jitters, now move!" Catherine snapped.


"I'm warning you…I-I, I'm a professional knife thrower, now step aside!"

The flight attendant gasped and turned to the side to let her pass.

"Thank you!" Catherine shouted over her shoulder. She got out of the shuttle and back into the lobby. She walked down the hall to find the quickest way out.

"Here we go, this might be the one!" Trowa shouted, running with Quatre.

"I'm sorry, the shuttle is about to leave," the agent stepped in front of the gate and held out his hand in a "stop" position.

"But the woman I love is on that shuttle!" Quatre shouted.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"I can't let you go on without a boarding pass," he said. The agent was new.

"Is there a problem here?" a woman agent asked, one more experienced..

"This man here wants on the plane but he doesn't have a pass."

"You idiot, don't you know who he is?" the female agent demanded.


"He's Mr. Winner's only son!"

"Really? You mean, he's the pacifist leader's…oh my…"

"Yes, really!" Trowa said, "he's my best friend."

"You have to let me get on. I'm Quatre Rabera Winner!"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Winner," the first attendant rambled, "please, oh, I'm so sorry, please come on in."

Quatre ran in the shuttle calling Catherine's name. "I'm looking for a girl with brown hair. She's kind of tall, has anyone seen her?"

"Does she happen to be a knife thrower?" the flight attendant asked, still a bit shocked.

"Yes, yes she is."

The flight attendant pointed out the gate, "she was very determined to get off."

Quatre ran back out, "she's not on the shuttle, Trowa!"

"Have you seen her walk out?" Trowa asked the male agent.


"Ask the other one," Quatre said dryly.

"Um, ma'am," Trowa called after the female agent, "we're looking for a woman with brown hair." He went on giving Catherine's appearance.

"I think she went down that way." The agent said with a smile. "Here, you can call her with this microphone. It's easier."

Trowa walked to the microphone and held it, "come on Quatre, I think you should do this."

Quatre nodded and took the microphone; he took a deep breath and yelled into the microphone, "Catherine, where are you?!!!!!"

Trowa grabbed his ears, "I could have said that…."

The woman agent wiggled her finger in her ear, "men…" she sighed.

"Catherine, it's me, Quatre, please don't go to Earth. I love you! Catherine, where are you? Please come back to me…Catherine? If you really want to go to Earth, then please don't go without saying goodbye first. You mean everything to me. I'll never be able to live with myself if you leave. Catherine, where are you?"

The woman agent smiled and wiped a tear, "oh that's so sweet."

"I'm right here, Quatre," Catherine said, walking around the corner, "You know…I had a feeling you two would come after me."

"Catherine!" Quatre shouted to the microphone, forgetting he was still holding it. He dropped it and ran to Catherine with open arms. Catherine ran to him and jumped in his arms. He spun around, holding her tight as her arms were around his neck. He lifted her up and sat her back down. His arms still around her, he kissed her deeply. People in the lobby cheered for them. "Catherine, if you really want to go to Earth, I won't stop you. It's your call. Just let me tell you how I feel about you first? Okay? I love you and you mean everything to me. I love you, Catherine. I love you with all my heart."

"Quatre, I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here with you." Her arms were hooked around his neck, "I'll only go if you're sitting in the seat next to me."

"You mean…"

"I love you too, Quatre. I can't even go to sleep without you playing the same song for me. I'd have to get a recording of it if I was to be without you." She kissed Quatre back while running her fingers in his soft blond hair.

The woman attendant began bawling over the romantic sap. Trowa looked at her couple times and then away. He couldn't help but pat her back.

"It's just so sweet!" she sobbed, wiping her eyes, "I love watching families get back together and couples kiss each's beautiful, it's just…so…!" she turned and cried into Trowa's chest. Trowa gasped and rubbed her head and back.

"Yes…it's very sweet," he mumbled, glancing at Quatre and Catherine. People were watching Trowa comfort the attendant. He stepped back and set her down in a chair. "I should get going now…"
Trowa walked past Quatre and Catherine, "everyone is staring at you!" he whispered, "please, let's go!"

Quatre and Catherine blushed. "Let's go get your bags…" Quatre said, putting his arm around her.


****~~Just for the record, the limey part starts here. I wasn't planning on writing this until Midii Une said something about the waterbed, so this is for her. Come on, Midii Une, that's what you said in your review! I know what you were thinking. This is probably like my 5th lime. If you don't want to read it, turn back now. Tell me if you think it's nasty or if it made you cry.~~****

Quatre played the same song for Catherine again. He wore a pair of silky blue-striped pajamas. Catherine laid in the bed instead of wearing her usual lavender night gown, she wore nothing but Quatre didn't know that. He also didn't know that Catherine was still awake. He played the song twice for her and when the song was over, he sat his violin down he leaned over to smooth her hair like he always did. After smoothing her hair, he leaned closer to kiss her cheek. Immediately after feeling his lips on her cheek, Catherine turned so their mouths touched. Quatre's eyes widened but he relaxed in the kiss. Catherine reached her had to the back of Quatre's neck and down his back. With her other hand, she took his and put it on her body. Quatre could feel her bare skin beneath the sheets and covers. The waterbed shifted as Quatre sat on the edge still kissing Catherine. They pulled apart breathless.

Catherine sat up with her hand still on Quatre's. He pulled his hand away and the sheet fell from her body. Quatre removed his clothes and threw them at the floor. Catherine smiled and reached hand to Quatre. He took her hand, kissed it and got underneath the covers. The waterbed moved and Catherine made room for him. Still holding her hand, Quatre laid next to Catherine rested his arm above her head. Catherine rubbed her hand all over Quatre's chest and came up on him. Quatre held his arms on her back. He felt the heat from her body come to his. Her breasts rubbed against his chest.

"Are you sure about this?" Quatre asked.

"Don't worry," she said, "I got protection." Catherine reached her hand into the pillow case and reached out a condom. Midii gave a few to Catherine after Catherine told her about how much she loved Quatre..

"Okay, but what about the bed…" Quatre mumbled, "if we're not careful, the bed might overflow or something."

"Then we'll just have to be careful, won't we?" Catherine winked and kissed his forehead, temples, cheeks, his chin and mouth. Her lips trailed down to his neck and to his collar bone. She ran her finger across his chest and cupped his face. Quatre reached his hands to his arms and turned around so they were laying back on their sides. Quatre's left hand was on Catherine's shoulder and his right was on the other side of her planted into the sheet. Catherine put her hand on his chin and brought it down to her face. They stared deep into each other's eyes and kiss each other deeply. Quatre laid gently atop Catherine while showering her with kisses. He outlined her face and neck and shoulders with his chin. Catherine reached her hands to Quatre's back and ran her toes on the back of his leg.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Quatre asked Catherine, almost out of breath, "you have the most beautiful violet eyes and brown hair I've ever seen. You have the sweetest lips and the most delicate chin." Quatre's face was inches from hers, "Your smile completes my day…you make me feel like the luckiest man alive."

Catherine's chest heaved as she took Quatre's words to heart, "oh, Quatre…" she whispered, "I love you." She pulled his neck closer to her to thank him with a kiss.

Quatre moaned her name and his eyes squinted, tears forming. Delicately and softly, Catherine ran her fingers up and down his back, like his back was smooth as silk. She felt the acute pain but didn't flinch or scratch Quatre's back. It was soft and gentle. Quatre was a gentle and sweet lover in bed. Some men are hard and intense lovers and some women might want their men that way but not Catherine. Quatre was very careful not to hurt Catherine. Catherine smiled up at Quatre until it was done.

Quatre was breathing like he ran a thousand miles. He nearly collapsed upon Catherine, but not because he was physically worn out, but mostly emotionally. The feelings he had for Catherine just couldn't be described in words, or any way of making love. But Catherine knew, she knew. Catherine pushed Quatre lightly down on the side and leaned into him. She propped her head up with her hand and put her other hand on his chest.

"Quatre Rabera Winner…you were incredible," she whispered.

Quatre blinked, "I was?"

Catherine laughed and kissed him. "Yes." Then she laid he head down on his chest. They grasped hands.

"So were you, Catherine Bloom. Most incredible."

Quatre laid his head on top of Catherine's. He whispered "I love you" to her just before she fell asleep and eventually he fell asleep too, holding her close all though the night.

The End--Please review and tell me what you think.