[Author's Note: Parallel piece to "Wanna Be". Same premise, different ending.]

So you're standing on a ledge
It looks like you might fall
So far down
Or maybe you were thinking about jumping...

He came home early. He plopped the keys down on the hall table then hung up his coat. He found it odd that it was so quiet. Normally Quatre would be practicing violin at this hour.

Now you could have it all
If you learned a little patience
For though I cannot fly
I'm not content to crawl

He checked his watch to make sure. Quatre tended to stick to a schedule, after all. Slightly nervous, he glanced around the kitchen hoping for a note about running out for food or the like.

So give me a little credit
Have in me a little faith
I want to be with you forever
If tomorrow's not too late...

He spotted a folded piece of paper by his place at the table. He snatched it up and read it quickly. He caught his breath, grip tightening on the note as he digested the words written with the haste of the desperate.

But it's always too late when you've got nothing
So you say
But you should never let the sun set on tomorrow
Before the sun rises today

He flung the note aside and began a quick yet silent search of the rooms. At the back of the house he looked into Quatre's office and found what he sought.

If I am
Another waste of everything you dreamed of
I will let you down

The curtains were drawn to shut out most of the sunlight. There were no other light sources yet still he saw. Quatre, oblivious to his presence, was raising a small bottle to his lips.

If I am
Only here to watch you as you suffer
I will let you down...

The gun he could never abandon slipped into Trowa's hand. He leveled it and without hesitation fired. One perfect shot took out the bottle without harming Quatre. The blond didn't look at him, only swayed then began to collapse. Trowa dropped the gun and raced to catch him. Could that have been a second dose? Had he been too late?

So you're walking on the edge
And you wait your turn to fall
But you're so far gone
That you don't see the hands upheld to catch you

Trowa eased down to the floor, carefully cradling him. Was he still breathing? He wasn't responding. Fear clenched in Trowa's stomach. He held one hand to Quatre's forehead, his other arm encircling the blond's chest. His-His heart was still beating...But would it last? "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...Please, God..." Trowa didn't quite recognize the voice as his own.

And you could find the fault
In the heart that you've been handed
For though you cannot fly
You're not content to crawl

After several agonizing minutes Quatre uttered a soft sob, causing Trowa to hold him tighter. However, when the blond began to fight to sit up on his own, he released him. Quatre folded his legs underneath himself, placing his fists on his knees as he kept his head down, gaze on the floor. Trowa remained ready to embrace him. He was unable to keep the quaver out of his voice when he spoke. "W-Why? Didn't you think I would help?"

And it's always too late when you've got nothing
So you say
But you should never let the sun set on tomorrow
Before the sun rises...

Quatre averted his eyes further, looking toward the corner. He raised one hand to hold his left shoulder. "You're stronger...I'm not capable of quieting my feelings..."
Trowa, apprehensive, reached for him but he shifted away.

So you're standing on a ledge
It looks like you might fall...

Quatre pressed the heel of his hands against the sides of his head, sobbing several more times. "I -- I can't handle it anymore! Th-the pain won't stop! I-It won't go away..." Yet another sob followed. "I--I'm sorry, I -- I..."
"Quatre..."
"Don't! Just don't say anything! Nothing I've told myself helped."
"I love you, okay?" Trowa quieted and drew back, watching him with as much of an empty look as he could muster.
More minutes passed with only soft weeping to break the silence. Quatre's hands fell to hold both of his shoulders as he tried to close up within himself, only to be wracked by sobs. Trowa ached to comfort him but knew to wait until the blond could accept the one gentle truth amongst the truths that had brought him to this point. The minutes were once again agonizingly slow.

The answers we find
Are never what we had in mind
So we make it up as we go along

Finally Quatre turned back to him, eyes bright with tears. His hands were shaking as he began to reach out, as he realized just what he had been about to do. "Oh, God, Trowa--!"
Instantly he was at the blond's side, embracing him with the utmost gentleness. Quatre buried his face in his shoulder, sobbing even harder than before.

You don't talk of dreams
I won't mention tomorrow
We won't make those promises that we can't keep

"Trowa...I-I'm sorry.." His voice was weaker now, but he hugged back with a willingness to live.
"Shh, it's all right." Trowa tenderly stroked his hair. "It's all right."

I will never leave you
I will not let you down

Quatre pulled away once more, agony on his face. "Am I weak to be this way? W-Why can't I just..." He didn't finish the thought, drawing into himself again.
Trowa rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're just being you, and I love that, no matter what."

I will never leave you
I will not let you down

(c) 2001 Autumn Loweck. This work may not be copied, distributed, or reprinted without the author's permission. Characters of Trowa and Quatre belong to the creators of the GundamWing series, Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, Bandai, and whoever else in Japan involved in this most cool anime.