agreed my sin's the same;

[duoduoduoduo]

Day: 38
Characters: duoduoduoduo, heavy_bangs, quatrew, dr_youknowwho
Summary: Tongueless Wonder and Ye Banged One rush off to try to save Quatwizzler from therapy with Dr. You-Know-Poo.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: In the evening.
Status: Closed & inc.

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[heavy_bangs]

He didn't take the time to put on his mask. If he was too late, what scars Quatre saw tonight.

Trowa was a fast thinker, but at the moment, thoughts were difficult to come buy. His anger was laced with pure fear, a sickening pit of terror that spread from inside his gut through his limbs, to the very tips of his fingers. He ran towards Quatre's room, barely even able to form thoughts about what he would do to the doctor if he dared touch Quatre.

Trowa's body wasn't yet ready to run. Every quick push of pressure off his heels caused heat and pain to shoot up in his body, colliding against the anger and fear to blot out whatever remaining thoughts were left in his head. He moved with a protective instinct, a soldier fighting whatever bit of a cause he had left.

His fellow pilots. His friends. Quatre. There was little left for Trowa, little that was left unbroken, unshattered, and he couldn't let Voldemort touch--

-- Trowa didn't even have a name to call his own. Duo and Quatre and Heero were all that he had left, and with Heero and Duo's memories so very lacking...he couldn't risk...couldn't...

He saw Duo opening the door to the room, and followed the shorter pilot in, without saying a word. Quatre was sitting there when they came in. Trowa nodded Quatre's way, clenching his jaw tightly, the thick scar on his cheek flexing slightly.

No one would touch Quatre. Trowa would guarantee that.