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(fic) On a Clear Day by Ruth - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
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(fic) On a Clear Day by Ruth
Title: On a Clear Day
Author: Ruth
Characters: Trowa/Quatre, Mr. Winner, Assorted Originals
Rating: T
Warnings/Kinks: Discussion of hypnosis and reincarnation.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and it's characters are owned by the corporation Sotsu/Sunrise, Bandai and others and are being used for entertainment purposes only. You honestly think anyone would pay me for this? Based on the 1966 musical by Alan Jay Lerner and Burton Lane
Summary: When Quatre Winner finds the last tape Dr. Barton made of their hypnotherapy sessions, he gets quite a surprise.
Symbols: _italics_
Errata: For Anne, to help her through her studies. Unbetaed.
Word Count: 1322
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"Doctor Barton?" Quatre Winner let himself into the office suite. The young hypnotherapist his father had insisted he see to try and stop his nightmares wasn't in. Sitting on the edge of the table near the chaise lounge where Quatre had been relaxing for the last twenty sessions was a small tape recorder. Curious, Quatre looked at the cassette inside and was surprised to see his name on it.

He hesitated, remembering that Doctor Barton had asked his permission to tape their sessions starting with the second one. Well, after all, they were his sessions, weren't they? He hit the rewind button and after a few moments, hit "Play."

"This is our last session, Pierre," Doctor Barton's low, rich voice sounded a little thin coming from the machine. "So I would just like to ask you one question."

Quatre's eyes widened in astonishment at the second voice that came out. It was his voice but somehow more confident and with a French accent?

"Ask away, my friend, ask away."

"How many incarnations are you aware of?"

Incarnations? Oh, he'd heard of some mumbo-jumbo new age nonsense about people claiming they'd been born into another life but what was going on here? The doctor was supposed to be helping him sleep and lower his stress levels.

"I would say – thirteen – such an amusing number, yes?"

"Am I in any of them?"

The French voice laughed. "Oh, my dear, dear, doctor – you have been in _all_ of them. Take my incarnation; you were my so despicable, so desirable, Comte Saint Espry. After that, why you were Barrister John Dartmouth's ever so ingenious valet, Thomas. And you were One-Eyed Jack when Hawk Kincaid sailed the pirate seas with Black Maxwell on the _Grim Reaper_. . . Every time I have called for you, you have come and you will come. Just as I would come if you would call."

"I," Doctor Barton's voice shook. "I see."

"This Quatre, this son of a rich man is the first to not recognize you for what you are. Perhaps he needs to be awakened, Doctor?"

"That's not my place, Pierre."

Quatre snapped off the machine. He spun in place at a small noise behind him. Doctor Trowa Barton was standing in the doorway to the hall, white-faced.

"Quatre. . ." he began awkwardly.

"What have you done to me?" he shouted. "What's all this crazy stuff you've planted in my brain?"

"I've done nothing! The first session surprised me as much as anyone. I did everything I could to disprove it, but I couldn't," Trowa approached slowly, his hands outstretched. "I couldn't! Pierre de Mont-Surete was real. So was John Dartmouth and while I can't find any records of Hawk Kincaid, I have no reason to doubt he was real too. You are the most remarkable person I have ever met. Something about your soul just keeps returning to Earth to be part of incredible things!"

"Get away from me," Quatre backed up. "Oh, my God, get away from me. I came to talk to you because I dreamed about you last night. I dreamed about it last night because you put it in there!"

"I did no such thing!" Trowa exclaimed.

"Just stay away from me!" Quatre shouted, bolting for the door. He didn't stop until he reached his car and had driven back recklessly to the manor.

For three weeks he threw himself into the business of being his father's heir. Mr. Winner was quick to praise his son for his dedication. Quatre avoided thinking of the tape and of Doctor Burton for three weeks.

He was coming off of the tennis courts, sweating and in need of a shower, but overall pleased with his performance, when his father called him over to where he was seated with his papers and a glass of iced tea.

"Say, did that Doctor fellow ever say anything funny to you?" asked his father.

"Funny? What do you mean funny?"

"Well, seems he was going to try and publish a paper about reincarnation and other hippy-dippy nonsense. Put a stop to that real quick. I've donated a lot of money to that university and I'm not about to have its reputation ruined by stuff like _that_. Didn't say anything to you about that crap, did he?"

"No," Quatre was glad he was flushed from tennis. "No. He never said a word."

"Well, that's something good anyway. He's out, sacked, lost all his grant money."

"My God, no!" Quatre cried. "He doesn't have anything! He was in the university on a scholarship."

"Should've thought of that before he started dabbling in the occult, now hadn't he?" Mr. Winner frowned at his son. "You'd better shower off. The cotillion is tonight and I expect you to be there."

"Yes, sir," Quatre ran up the stairs. He leaned against the side of the shower as the warm water sluiced over him. "It's all my fault," whispered Quatre. "It's all my fault."

He left the shower, but as he wiped the mirror – it was not his reflection in it. He staggered. It was a blond man dressed in the costume of Louis XIV's court. He gave an ironic smirk.

"Well, so this is what I shall look like, hmm? A tanned and tamed daddy's little boy!"

Quatre looked behind him, but saw no one. "Who are you?"

"Tut! You know full well who I am," said the frighteningly familiar voice.

"Pierre?"

"At your service," Pierre de Mont-Surete bowed. "I choose to remind you of what was said on the good Doctor's machine. He will come if you call him."

"Why would I want to call him?"

"Why indeed?" asked the courtier as he vanished. Quatre stared at his own face and began shaking.

He called the university and discovered that Doctor Barton had left the campus. No one knew where he was. Confused and unhappy, Quatre climbed into his car and drove out to the hills above the college town. He stopped at a lookout spot and stared into the sky.

Pierre's voice echoed in his head "_Take my incarnation; you were my so despicable, so desirable, Comte Saint Espry. After that, why, you were Barrister John Dartmouth's ever so ingenious valet, Thomas. And you were One-Eyed Jack when Hawk Kincaid sailed the pirate seas with Black Maxwell on the _Grim Reaper_. . . "

It hit him why he had so looked forward to the sessions. It had something to do with being able to sleep, but it was also because he had come to enjoy the doctor's company more and more every time.

"Oh, no, I can't be gay. Father would never forgive me. . ."

"And if you never see the good doctor again, will you forgive yourself?" asked Pierre's voice.

"No," Quatre admitted. There was only one thing to do. He closed his eyes and concentrated on calling Trowa Barton with all his might.

_He could see a circus tent with his closed eyes; somewhere near Atlantic City by the things around it. Trowa, wearing only tight pants, wrestling boots and a pair of suspenders looking very different from the tweed suited young doctor he'd seen for so long, was waiting for his cue with a young woman Quatre suddenly knew was his sister.

"No, damn it," he seemed to hear the doctor's voice even though Trowa's mouth was not moving, "No, this time you come to me, you hear? You come back to me!"_

Quatre opened his eyes. "All right, Trowa, I will."

It was a scandal for years – the heir to a massive industrial complex running away to join the circus. Mr. Winner scowled and roared and tried to order Quatre back to his place, but it was to no avail. For the rest of that incarnation, Quatre lived happily in the tents of the circus. . .

And the next time around? No one's heard yet.

_fin_

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darthanne From: darthanne Date: October 21st, 2007 10:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I love it.

*hugs*

I always thought they find each other through each life, and together through eternity.

Fic is always good for when I'm studying. *loves.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: October 23rd, 2007 12:29 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you liked it. If you need a laugh, look up the movie "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever" starring Barbara Streisand.
okaasan59 From: okaasan59 Date: October 22nd, 2007 01:37 am (UTC) (Link)
This is an interesting concept and really seems to apply well to Quatre and Trowa. I can easily imagine it happening just the way you've written it. Nicely done!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: October 23rd, 2007 12:30 am (UTC) (Link)
It's one of Alan Lerner's worst musicals, but it has some fun ideas to play with. I'm glad you like it.
sharona1x2 From: sharona1x2 Date: October 22nd, 2007 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)
That was very cute! I like the idea of them being reincarnated throughout the ages.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: October 23rd, 2007 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
It's from the hilariously bad movie starring Barbara Streisand. I like the idea and had fun with it.

I'm glad you liked it.
yanagi_wa From: yanagi_wa Date: October 23rd, 2007 11:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Very good. I like it that Trowa made Quatre come to him. Daddy's a pill. Thank you.
driley1 From: driley1 Date: December 12th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Very nice. ^_^ I'm so glad that Quatre finally came around and realized that something stronger than any of them kept bringing Trowa and him together. ^__^

Thank you very much. *hugs*
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