"Trowa…" a voice said, calling me. "I'm over here, Trowa…"

"Huh? Who are you?" I asked, getting out of bed. "This has got to be a dream."

"I'm really no one in particular, just you're stepping on my foot."

"How can I be when I can't see you?"

The Voice giggled. "Turn around."

"Quatre?" I asked, stepping off of the Voice's foot.

"Yes, silly. Of course I'm Quatre."

"What are you doing in my dream?" I asked him. He wasn't as tall as I was, about 4 or 5 inches shorter, I'd guess. I'm only 5'5". [4]

"I honestly don't know. I thought that YOU were in MY dream."

I sighed, "This is getting too weird."

"I don't know what's going on myself. I went to sleep after playing my violin for a while to relax. Some of the guys were mean to me today…but that's not the point." He said, his blue-green eyes welling with tears. "Then, I started to read, Don Quixote, it was, and fell asleep. Now, I'm here."

"Well, it's great to finally be able to meet you, Quatre. Even if it wasn't in a comic shop." I said, smiling.

"Same for you…although, I was looking forward to being in a comic shop. I really like Card Captor Sakura. I was hoping to find more of it." Quatre said, smiling.

I was really starting to like his voice. It wasn't deep and grating, or too high pitched and squeaky. It was soft and melodious. In fact, I was starting to like a lot about Quatre. He not only was kind, but he looked like what you'd expect an angel to look like. He had the finest blond hair that I'd ever seen (He had it down to his ears), and with those blue-green eyes…he looked beautiful.

I didn't know that word could apply to a guy, but it certainly did in Quatre's case.

"I can help you with that, finding Card Captor Sakura stuff." I said, rather stupidly. I rubbed the back of my head. Hell, I was getting embarrassed in a dream! How pathetic!

"Really, that'd be great! Thanks!" He said, hugging me quickly.

"You're welcome." I said, blushing.

"Why are you blushing, Trowa?" He asked, looking concerned. "Do you have a fever?"

"N-no." I answered. For some reason, I was suddenly un-comfortable around him. Even if this was only a dream.

"TROWA! WAKE UP!"

I snapped awake, sitting up in bed. "Sheesh! Amazing what it takes to wake you up these days, Trowa!" Catherine said, pulling the sheets off of me. "You need to get ready for school."

"Ok, OK, I will, I will." I said groggily. Was that all a dream? I mean, talking with Quatre really for the first time? I think I was falling in love with him…My thought were filled with him, even in my dreams…

I got up and went over to my computer. Logging onto AOL, the computer chimed, "You've got mail!"

It was from Quatre:

"Trowa, So, when are you going to help me find some Card Captor Sakura manga? I'm just curious. I'll email you again later; I need to be going. Pressing engagement, like I said before. Eternally yours, Quatre"

Holy. Shit. So, that wasn't a dream? Talking to Quatre in a dream wasn't a dream? How more Chinese dream in a dream play in a play can you get?

I decided to not reply to him, yet again, as he was already gone and couldn't reply fast enough for me any way. I needed to get the kid on AOL Instant Messenger.

I quickly got dressed and ready for school. Today was the field trip to the planetarium! I grabbed my new flute and some sheet music (some Bach) and ran out to the Blue Thunder Dragon.

"Come on, Guys! We gotta get moving!" I yelled, jumping into the car.

"Woah. What are you in such a hurry for?" Wufei asked, getting the car moving.

"I'm just excited. That's all."

"No, there's more than that." Heero said, "I can tell."

"Yeah, I had a dream last night. A really good dream."

"About Quatre?" Duo asked.

"No, WITH Quatre."

This surprised the guys into silence, and it was quiet for the rest of the trip to the planetarium, where all the students were meeting.

"Mr. Bloom! Good to see you! Are you ready to play?" A guy in a suit asked, walking up to me.

"Yes, I am, I just need to get warmed up." I said, gesturing to my flute case.

"Alright, just head on in. Your partner is waiting for you." And with that, the guy turned around to talk to some other guy in a suit. A black suit. With black Ray bans. And a teeny-tiny gun. But I didn't care. Partner?

Walking inside, I stepped into a different world. It was dark, except for on the ceiling, where there were constellations projected onto the black paint. It was breath taking. I got my flute put together and started to play through some of my music when I heard someone behind me. They had just closed a case, I know because I heard it click shut, and stood up, I know because I heard a rustle of fabric. I decided that I didn't want to turn around quite yet, so I just started to play a song. A simple melody, slow and pretty.

Then, my partner joined in. A violin. We played that way for some time.

It was beautiful.

The notes washed over me again, like they had at my concert. And, just like then, I didn't want them to stop.

Slowly, I turned around…

I kept playing, making sure not to stop.

And as I almost saw the person, I heard an immense crowd clapping.

"Very good job, gentlemen!" A voice said over a loudspeaker.

"The planetarium is now open, so please, take your seats!" A mass of people rushed past me, trying to find a place to sit down. I didn't though; I looked for the violin player, to see if it was Quatre.

But of course, it couldn't be Quatre, he had a "pressing engagement" to attend to.

Of course, THIS was a pressing engagement. Wasn't it? Fighting my way against the sea of people, I kept on getting pats on the back and words of congratulations. I saw Duo and the guys, and they all gave me a thumbs-up. I smiled, and continued on. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the violin player. I looked all over for someone with a violin case, but I didn't see one. So, I just sat down next to Wufei. He'd saved a seat for me. The presentation began, and it was breath-taking, even when the stars didn't move, like before. An announcer was saying what was happening, what constellations were there, and what year it was. We started way back at the Big Bang and worked our way to present day. Somewhere around the Renaissance times, the violin started to play again. This time, the sound was amplified over the speakers, and the announcer talked over it. I got up from my seat, and grabbed my flute.

"Where are you going?" Wufei whispered, grabbing my shirtsleeve.

"To find the violin."

"Do you think that it's Quatre?" Wu whispered again, pulling my ear to his mouth to be clearer.

"Yes, I do."

"Just don't get your hopes up."

With that, he released me and I walked up the dark aisle. Putting my flute back together by feel, I clicked the case shut. I walked around the entire place, and I couldn't find the control room, or what is popularly known as the "booth". Suddenly, everything stopped. The violin, the stars, the voice, everything.

"Ow." I mumbled, clutching my head, I'd walked right into a door. Door?

I fumbled around, trying to find the handle, and with success, I opened it. Light slid out into the hallway that I'd wandered into, filling every nook and cranny.

"Hey, what's that kid doing here?" The announcer said, turning off the mic.

"It's just Trowa." A voice replied. The same voice from my dream! Could it be…no, it couldn't be…but it just had to be…. My eyes weren't adjusting to the light fast enough for me to see what happened next. I sure felt it though. Someone yanked me inside the booth, shut the door, and sat me down on a hard plastic chair.

"Quatre!"

"Yes, it's Quatre." Quatre whispered, clamping a hand down on my mouth. "You'll need to be quite quiet in here. They can hear you out there."

"Yeah, no shit, blondie." The announcer said, turning the mic back on. "And now, we see the stars in the Southern Hemisphere in the year 1850. Notice how the constellation Cancer is missing…" And he rambled on and on.

Quatre put his face right up next to mine, looking into my eyes. His hand still covered my mouth. "Do you promise to be silent, or do I need to keep you quiet?" He whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I nodded.

"Good."

He slowly took his hand off of my mouth, as if expecting me to speak again. Speak again, bright angel…ok…I paid too much attention to Romeo and Juliet and not enough attention to sentence structure in English class.

"Now what are you doing in here?" He asked, putting his lips up to my ear, even closer than Wu had done. I grinned, pulling him close to me, "Would you believe looking for you?"

Quatre looked surprised for a moment. "Why would you look for me?"

That…I didn't really want to answer…

I had realized it just then…

When I quoted Shakespeare in my thoughts…

I was in love.

TBC