Violin

Dedication: This is for Anne, my Big Sis.

My most sincere thanks to my betas. You know who you are!

Author's Notes: This was written for Live Journal's GW500 Fiction community. 'Tis why it's so short. Maybe someday, I'll expand on this and add it as a side story to one of my arcs....someday!

"Are you sure that this is the way to go?" Quatre lowered his shades and peered over the rim.

"Yes, I’m positive. Stop fussing and enjoy the ride." Trowa glanced at Quatre and grinned. He had woken up early and had decided that he was going to kidnap his husband in order to have a private birthday celebration.

"So, where are you taking me, husband?" Quatre asked, curiosity making his voice his light and cheerful.

Trowa laughed. "Sorry, husband, it’s a surprise. Why don’t you close your eyes and relax, and I’ll wake you when we get there."

"Humph. You just don’t want to share." Quatre smiled and leaned back against the seat. In a few moments, he was sound asleep.

Trowa snickered and let his thoughts wander. He had tried for weeks to plan a surprise party for his husband, but it was impossible to get everyone’s schedule synchronized. In the end, he had settled for an intimate party for two, with a trunk full of gifts from their friends. It had been a battle to wrestle Quatre away from his desk and his paperwork, but Trowa had cajoled and coaxed his husband until Quatre relented. He reached out a hand to smooth back the soft blonde bangs. He wanted Quatre’s twenty-second birthday to be special and memorable, and he was determined to make that happen.

He pulled into the gravel drive and cut the engine. Trowa got out, leaned against the champagne colored sports car, and enjoyed the view of the picturesque lakeside mountain cabin. A sideways glance told him that Quatre was still asleep, and Trowa was loathed to wake him. He popped the trunk, grabbed their bags and gifts and entered the cabin. He piled everything on the dining room table and returned outside to wake Quatre.

Trowa leaned in to the window and kissed his husband. "Wake up, sleepyhead, we’re here."

Quatre’s eyelids fluttered then opened, wide eyes taking in the scenery. "Trowa, this is beautiful!"

"I thought you might like it." Trowa opened the door and helped him out, wrapping an arm around Quatre’s waist as he closed the door. "I wasn’t able to bring the other guys here, but they send their love." He led Quatre into the cabin and into the living room. Trowa settled him onto a chair and knelt by his feet.

"Funny, I thought we were already married." Quatre teased.

Trowa grinned. "I…wasn’t sure what to get you. I thought about it and decided that the best gift I could give you would be a private party for the two of us, away from your office and Preventers, surrounded by beauty and serenity."

"Trowa, this is perfect! I love it!" Quatre said.

"But…..I have this." Trowa reached into his pocket and removed a slim box. He placed it in Quatre’s hands and sat back to watch his face.

Quatre opened his gift and blinked back tears. Nestled on a bed of black velvet was a gold violin pendent, resting on a matching chain. He lifted it carefully and launched himself at Trowa, knocking his husband off his knees. "Tro! I love it! You shouldn’t have!"

"Turn it over."

Quatre turned the pendant over and read the Arabic inscription: "My lover, my friend, my husband."

Trowa fastened the chain around Quatre's neck. "Happy birthday, Cat, and many more." He whispered and captured his husband's lips with his own.