[Drabble] Sting
Sting
Quatre, Heero and Trowa friendship. Some angst. PG
For salamandere (sorry, I'm sure it turned out angstier than you wanted but I was in a weird mood)
"My sister used to be allergic to pollen. It was fine in the colonies, we don't get that many flowers anyway, but she wanted to come to Earth, wanted it so much. It killed her. A bee sting. She was allergic to bees too."
"Do you miss her?" Trowa asked.
Quatre looked up from his hand. It was swelling, fingers already twice it's size and turning an ugly purple color. "I never met her," he admitted. "Aisha told me about her. I think it was a warning. She knew I wanted to see Earth too."
"You are not allergic," Heero said, finally taking the sting from Quatre's finger.
"A bee can't kill a Gundam pilot," Trowa added, handing Heero the disinfectant.
"I guess not, but it can kill." Quatre looked down at the grass, to where the bee lay dead. "And it destroyed it."
"Killing always destroys." Heero applied the disinfectant to Quatre's hand and raised his eyes to look directly at him, "but we survived."
Quatre glanced at Trowa. "Barely."
Trowa fixed his eyes on Quatre's. "But we grew stronger."
"Strong enough to stop killing?" Quatre asked.
"Yes," assured Heero.
"Maybe," hoped Trowa.
"Yeah," said Quatre, unsure with whom he was agreeing. "Thank you," he smiled at the both of them and moved his fingers slowly. "It doesn’t hurt as much anymore."
Quatre, Heero and Trowa friendship. Some angst. PG
For salamandere (sorry, I'm sure it turned out angstier than you wanted but I was in a weird mood)
"My sister used to be allergic to pollen. It was fine in the colonies, we don't get that many flowers anyway, but she wanted to come to Earth, wanted it so much. It killed her. A bee sting. She was allergic to bees too."
"Do you miss her?" Trowa asked.
Quatre looked up from his hand. It was swelling, fingers already twice it's size and turning an ugly purple color. "I never met her," he admitted. "Aisha told me about her. I think it was a warning. She knew I wanted to see Earth too."
"You are not allergic," Heero said, finally taking the sting from Quatre's finger.
"A bee can't kill a Gundam pilot," Trowa added, handing Heero the disinfectant.
"I guess not, but it can kill." Quatre looked down at the grass, to where the bee lay dead. "And it destroyed it."
"Killing always destroys." Heero applied the disinfectant to Quatre's hand and raised his eyes to look directly at him, "but we survived."
Quatre glanced at Trowa. "Barely."
Trowa fixed his eyes on Quatre's. "But we grew stronger."
"Strong enough to stop killing?" Quatre asked.
"Yes," assured Heero.
"Maybe," hoped Trowa.
"Yeah," said Quatre, unsure with whom he was agreeing. "Thank you," he smiled at the both of them and moved his fingers slowly. "It doesn’t hurt as much anymore."