Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam boys or girls, I just want to. Becci Lytre belongs to my dear friend Becci.

Description: Quatre and Cathy share a kiss. But will they ever admit it to themselves and their friends?
Subplot includes Trowa's encounters with an obsessive Preventer named Becci.

How could I kiss Cathy? She's Trowa's sister. His sister for crying out loud! You're not supposed to kiss your best friends sister! But it was nice...Stop thinking like that Quatre, you're gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble. There seemed to be a heated battle going on between the rational left part of his brain that was maintaining the fact that in fact, Trowa was his best friend and Cathy was Trowa's sister and he shouldn't have kissed her, and the spontaneous right side which seemed to think it was just a kiss and Cathy had kissed him first and he had enjoyed it. Besides, it's not like he was related to Cathy.
And it was that exact moment that Trowa walked in the door, two days before he was supposed to.
"Trowa!" Cathy exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hello Cathy." Trowa said in his normal voice "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I had a bad date, and I didn't want him to know where I lived so I had him drop me off here. Quatre was nice enough to offer to drive me home." She said sweetly, attempting to bail poor Quatre out of something.
"And why is Quatre sitting on the floor rocking back and forth?" He asked.
"Oh." Cathy said a little worried "I don't know. He got a call earlier, something about the stock markets. I think maybe his families oil company went down a few more points."
"Oh." Trowa said simply before walking into his room and dropping his bag on the bed. He came back out and took one long look at Quatre before looking back at Cathy and saying "Maybe I should drive you."
Cathy also took a long look at Quatre before finally nodding and saying, "I think you're right. I'll just go get my coat."
Trowa nodded in agreement as Cathy got her coat off the back of a chair and both walked out leaving poor Quatre still sitting on the floor rocking back and forth.

Not even an hour later Trowa came back home, Quatre was still sitting on the floor rocking back and forth. Trowa was starting to get worried but Quatre jumped up as soon as he walked in the door.
"Trowa, I have something to ask you." He said a little nervous following Trowa into his room.
"What is it Quatre?" Trowa said obviously preparing to go take a shower, grabbing towels and shampoo and stuff from around his room and piling it onto his bed.
"Trowa, let's say I just found out that Duo or somebody kissed one of my sisters, but I'm not sure what to do about it." He said mildly nervous. Trowa couldn't particularly picture Duo kissing one of Quatre's sisters, they were all so serious, didn't seem like his type. Especially with Hilde around. But he supposed anything was possible.
"Well, why would you even care Quatre?" Trowa said calmly.
"Well, what if anything happened?" Was the blonde boys nervous response.
"Wouldn't you just assume that they went out with somebody you trusted not to hurt them to much as one of the jerks like Cathy has been seeing lately?"
Quatre seemed to consider this for a second before finally speaking again.
"Trowa, I am very glad you feel that way because...Cathy kissed me. And I kissed back, and I think I might want to actually pursue a relationship with her." With that Quatre took one big step back almost as though trying to get a head start before Trowa started chasing him around. Instead Trowa merely patted him on the arm and said, "Congratulations. I'm glad it's you and not one of the jerks she's been going out with lately. I trust you a lot more not to do anything stupid to her then I do one of them. Trowa's grip tightened around Quatre's arm ever so slightly so he couldn't jerk his arm away and took a step towards him so he could whisper right in Quatre's ear "But if you do do something stupid to or with her, you share an apartment with me and I can hurt you, very, very, badly."
With that Trowa released his grip on Quatre's arm and went into the bathroom. Quatre rubbed his sore arm lightly.
"I can't say that went to bad. But I can't say that it was exactly great either." He said retreating into his room to go to bed.

Cathy arrived at her small apartment in one piece. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Quatre. She'd known him for years and she'd never even suggested to him that she might be interested. She hadn't even started having deeper feelings for him a few years ago when he'd been around 18. He'd been maturing a lot since the first time she met him. He was no longer the little boy he'd been just five years ago. He was now a tall handsome young man. He also had a sinfully wonderful physique. Cathy silenced the little voice in her brain she'd been attempting to hush for a few years. The annoying little voice that told her that Quatre would be good for her if they were in a relationship. The part that was, in love with him. Stop it Cathy. He's four years younger then you are. Stop it stop it stop it! He's Trowa's best friend! What if it doesn't work out huh? Why don't you think about that?! Do you have any idea how much that could hurt both of them? But, what if it does work out? That part always showed up too. The part that liked to fanaticize about marrying her brother's best friend. She was constantly trying to squelch both. She wished she could just go back to the days when he was a kid, and she didn't have to worry about this. But he kissed me back. Cathy slammed her hand down on a table silencing all the voices. She changed and crawled into bed. She finally managed to drift off into a semi-pleasant slumber. Or at least as pleasant a sleep as one can achieve having kissed the object of their affection and not knowing whether or not their emotions were returned.

At that same time Quatre was also going to bed. His mind was filled with thoughts of Cathy. He was replaying the moment of the kiss and everything leading up to it. He was trying to figure out why she'd done it. Had he been sending her mixed singles? Not as far as he could see. He'd been behaving more like a friend then anything. Sure hugging her might be construed wrong, but she was having problems. Naturally he was going to hug her. Right? Maybe he had been getting a little familiar. How could he know if she felt the same way he did? He'd had a crush on her since he met her. She was somebody he could see himself respecting. Most women he met were swooning over him, but not because of who he was. Because of who his father was, and the fortune he'd inherited. Quatre didn't want to get married to somebody like that. He wanted somebody who he could trust, like Cathy. Over the past few years he'd started to feel himself drawn more and more to her. He wanted to be with her so badly. She was?beyond anything he could possibly ever express. He just wished he could tell her. But maybe, just maybe, she returned his feelings. Then what? Could he ever tell her how he felt to confirm it? She was just so perfect, how could she ever care about him as more then a friend?
With that last thought Quatre Reberba Winner finally went to bed.

Trowa stepped out of the shower a few moments after Quatre had already settled into bed. He toweled off and got dressed in a loose T-shirt and some boxers. He stuck his head into Quatre's room, the other man was sound asleep. Good. Trowa pulled his head back out and went into his room. His things were at the foot of his bed where he'd left them when he arrived back home. Before he'd taken Cathy home. Cathy, the look on her face watching Quatre reminded him of something, mostly the way that strange girl Becci Lytre kept staring at him while he was on the last mission. Becci was sort of typical of most girls he came in contact with. Only a little more confusing. Instead of regarding him with a sort of awe like most girls did, Becci held that awe, but also followed him around like a puppy, sort of waiting for a moment when she could do...something. Trowa wasn't exactly sure what she was up to. But it wasn't Becci that confused him this time; it was why he saw that same look on his sister's face. He knew Quatre cared for Cathy and he was relatively sure Cathy held the same emotions for Quatre. But did Quatre know that or was he just going into this blind and praying for the best? Trowa felt a little sorry for his friend. Most people saw Trowa as distant, but inside he was very perceptive. He knew what was going on in his friend's lives sometimes before they even did. He knew Quatre cared for Cathy, and he thought Cathy probably cared for Quatre. But wait a minute, if Cathy was looking at Quatre like Becci looked at him did that mean? Trowa stood straight up and his eyes suddenly got wide. "Oh no." He said slightly out loud to the room. If Becci? he was not going to enjoy returning to the Preventers headquarters tomorrow.