Trowa was happy. He had a room adjoining to Misty's- it wouldn't be noticed if he 'visited' her. He could hear the haunting notes floating from her room. The hotel she had picked was nice- strange, yes, but nice. It seemed as if the owners had taken a trip to Paris and tried to bring it here- to Washington D.C. Deep in thought, he pulled out Misty's real birthday present. The little silver box glittered in the dim light over the bed. He set it down and pressed his ear to the door. He could hear a faucet running- the tub. He sighed and sat down at the TV.

"So much for romance- now," he thought.

Darkening the room, Misty turned on the radio, hoping for a good reception. All she heard was static. Throwing on the fluffy robe that lay on the pillow, she lay out her clothes. Such an eventful night. A sachet of lavender flowers sat on the sink beside the tub. She threw it in the water without another thought. Pouring a glass of wine she had stolen from the room service cart, she dropped the bathrobe and sunk into the hot water.

She rested her feet on the faucet, flexing her toes. Once more she tried the radio- Memories of the Beau-

Voulez-Vous danseur avec Mio...

She laughed at herself- everything that had happened that day. She wondered how Trowa felt about it all- he had to be scared sometime during the time they had been apart. Sometimes she forgot how sensitive he was- buried under the hardship of war.

She picked up the bar of apple-scented soap. Running it over her slick arms, she breathed it in. Leaning forward, her foot slipped, hitting the shower button. She giggled as cold water rained down on her. Pulling the plug and turning off the shower, Misty got out of the tub.

She dried off and put her clothes back on. She ordered dessert off of the neighboring room and called the pilots.

"This party is far from over!"

Amid the plates of napoleon, cheesecake, and torte the pilots scattered the gifts on the small table in her room. All but Zechs.

"You have to understand...your TRUCK is at the mansion. I couldn't very well carry it around in my pocket..." he said.

"Thank you so much...I really do need a car," Misty said gracefully. Duo got up and tilted the TV screen.

"That goes along with my donation to the human race- or at least you." Misty picked up his, obviously a tape. She tore off the paper and popped the tape into the VCR. Duo appeared on the screen.

"Misty...Who is she? A girl of many names- Alenkla, Midii, Misty, Buffy...let's take a peek at a day in the life of Misty- pilot of the gundam Windspeed..." the tongue- in- cheek video zoomed to a cheerleading practice. [1] Two bases threw her up into a full and flipped her.

"Go Misty...it's your birthday!" Duo chanted. She stepped down and put her hands on her hips.

"GO AWAY Duo!" she yelled through the chain link fence. Duo turned the camera on himself.

"Figure one: she is a cheerleader. When will she learn it is not a sport?" Now to a completely different side of Misty...her numerous ex's.

"I don't think we need to see this..." Misty said.

"Shut up!" Duo snapped.

"Compliments of Wills, our wonderful bassist, I have bootlegged footage of her former romances...first there was Mark...and Caleb...Taylor...Damion...Angel [oops- how did that get in there!]

"This is wonderful! Timeless. Lock your door tonight, Maxwell," Misty hissed. She grabbed the tape and threw it in her bag. Quatre slid his gift across the table.

'Now, Quatre, you have to promise you didn't buy me a house," she said. He blushed. Misty rolled her eyes and opened the box. It was a disc.

"That doesn't look like a house. Must be safe." Popping the disc in Heero's laptop (HOW DID YOU GET THAT?), she saw the disc was a DVD. She recognized Quatre and her, along with both of their fathers.

She had never seen any film of her dad, and it was bittersweet. She started crying. There She was, six years old, running through the sprinkler with a seven-year old Cat. His mother and father sat in lawn chairs, and her dad watched from a porch. Misty rubbed away the tears and got up.

"Anybody want coffee?" she asked.

"I do," Heero said. She shrugged and got up with him. Outside the room Heero turned away and walked the opposite direction. She walked to the end of the hall and got the coffee. Returning to the room, she seemed surprised to not see him already there.

"Where'd Heero go?" Duo asked.

"Dunno. Probably on some little mission. Maybe fishing out change from the vending machine."

Quatre walked into his room after the party fell apart. He noticed the door joining his and Heero's rooms.

"Heero, are you okay?" he asked. At this he looked up. Quatre saw that tears ran down his face.

"Allah...you love her, don't you..."

Meanwhile Trowa was gathering the courage to finally give Misty her present. He wanted her so bad. He walked to the door to her room.

"Come in," she said, looking up at him. He saw the curls that had always hung in front of her ears, a source of irritation for her. How many times had he seen her trying to straighten them...?

"Hey Trowa," she said, getting off the bed and walking to him. She cupped a hand up to his face, "Is something wrong?"

"No...no. I forgot...to give you this," he said, holding out the box he had carted around all night. She took it and opened it.

"Oh my God...Trowa..." she said, looking down in the box.

Next Chapter: What is Trowa's gift? Sparks are going to fly, feelings are hurt, and interesting love triangles formed in the conclusion of B-day Girl...