Yaoi, no details as of yet. I will go into detail if responses are good. Much of this is almost directly from the series, not that I can't think of my own lines, but theirs work pretty well. I took what they gave and changed history to suit my fic. This is a 3x1 fic. I read a story about Quatre and Trowa when they spent time in a hotel together and that is where I got the title, I hope the author will forgive me, it was simply the best title I could think of. This was the only way I could think to get these two together the first time they met.

The First Time They Met

Heero woke slowly and blinked his sleep-heavy eyes. Looking up, he saw a girl sitting with her back to him. "Relena," he whispered groggily but as she turned he saw that she was a stranger.

"You're awake. I'll go get Trowa."

"Trowa?!" Heero sat up abruptly, but winced at the pain that surged through him.

"Don't try to move!" The girl stood and held a warning hand at him, but the door opened and a tall boy about his age walked into what Heero thought might be a trailer. They stared at each other for a minute then the girl said, "I'll go make some soup," and left.

//Trowa…// Heero thought, //he's tall.// For a minute he couldn't get his thoughts straight then a thought hit him, hard. //I'm alive.// "Why did you save me? I was supposed to die with honor.''

"You died a long time ago." Trowa's voice was soft yet strong.

Heero leaned against the headboard of the bed he was in and looked at the person who was obviously a gundam pilot. He was still having trouble thinking clearly. "What's wrong with me?"

"Well," Trowa said with the tiniest of smirks, "A couple of your ribs are broken, your left arm was broken also. The bone went right through the skin, but it should heal eventually. You're burned, scraped, and your hair needs washed. Other than that, nothing really comes to mind."

Heero stared at Trowa, his thick brows furrowed. "My mind is what I'm worried about." He felt a smile tugging at his lips and frowned even more. "I can't seem to think straight."

"Oh," Trowa took a step to the window and looked out, "That's a little recipe I learned from * my * doctor. I couldn't risk your attacking me. There shouldn't be any permanent affects on your mind or your body."

"My body hurts like hell."

Trowa looked at him in surprise and, throwing his head back, laughed. Outside the girl looked up and said, "I think that's the first time I've heard Trowa laugh out loud. I think I'll leave him and his friend alone for a while." Giving the finished soup to Trowa, she went to practice her new act. Anyone who could make Trowa laugh was good in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Trowa was busy mixing some more of his * recipe *. Although it was true that it would not cause any permanent damage, he still had to be careful. Sprinkling some into the coffee in the cup, he had his back to the bed, he mixed it and turned around.

Handing it to the guy, he turned and went to look out the window again. He missed seeing Heero's hand shoot out to grab some of the powder and sprinkle it into the entire pot of coffee. "Are you not going to have any?" Heero asked.

Seeing his suspicious expression, Trowa poured himself a cup and, with a slight smile, took a drink. "You don't trust me, do you?"

Still fighting an irritating urge to smile, Heero glared. "I don't trust anyone. Besides," he watched Trowa take another drink. "I don't know you. You could be OZ for all I know." //He's not// Heero thought, //but that definitely irritated him.//

"I am a gundam pilot," Trowa said abruptly, pouring himself another cup of coffee, "just like you. . . what's your name?" Trowa frowned as he took another drink.

"Doesn't matter," Heero muttered into his cup. //I'm so thirsty. I don't care what he put in it, this coffee is good.// Holding the now empty cup towards Trowa, Heero watched as he filled it up. //He's drinking it, too. Maybe it's just a depressant. I don't care.// No longer sure why he'd fought it before, Heero allowed the smile to surface and looked at Trowa who frowned at him for a minute before suddenly smiling back.

Sitting on the bed, Trowa looked at Heero, still smiling a small smile. "You still hurt?" he asked, but his voice wasn't one of concern but barely suppressed humor.

"Like hell," Heero said and they both burst out laughing.

When they finally stopped, Trowa put his arm around Heero's shoulder and gave him a slight hug. "We are quite the pair, aren't we."

"No," Heero said, eyes narrowing and smiling slyly, "not yet." Moving quickly, Heero turned his head and lightly bit Trowa's arm. With a sharp laugh, Trowa jerked away and pushed Heero back on the bed. Leaning over him, Trowa smiled, his face inches from Heero's.

"Not yet? How long do you expect me to wait?"

Heero's eyes narrowed and he smiled darkly, "You can wait as long as you like, but I'm the impatient type."

"Is that so?" Trowa leaned down and touched his lips to Heero's.

Ignoring the pain in his left arm, Heero wrapped his arms around Trowa and held him close with his considerable strength.