Author's Note: Please, I beg of you, go read Liewe's fic "Circle of Betrayal" before you read this one, there are spoilers to that fic in this one. You won't regret it, it's a great fic that kept me on the edge of my seat for days as she wrote it, I chewed all my fingernails off gosh darn it. Thanks to Liewe for allowing me to write this lil' takeoff on her fic!--Midii Triangle of Betrayal (A take-off fic of Liewe's Circle of Betrayal) by Midii Une Midii looked at her slender gold watch, her dove-gray eyes clouded with anger and something else and a soft flush rose on her porcelain cheeks. He was going to stand her up again. She sighed and shifted on the barstool, swinging one leg absently while leaning her forehead on her hands. The bartender caught her bereft gaze. Depressed people made the best customers after all. "Refill lady? Same as before?" Midii nodded. "Make it a double," she said softly. She looked at her watch again and when her drink came she downed it in a single gulp, shivering a little as the alchohol crashed into her empty stomach. "I'd better ease up," she thought. "But why? Who would care if I drank myself into oblivion? Not Trowa. Not Trowa." As if her thoughts called out to him the cell phone in Midii's purse jangled quietly and she raced to dig it out of the mess and answer. "Trowa? Where are you? I've been waiting here for you more than an hour," she said. "Something's come up," he explained shortly, his voice emotionless. "I'll see you at home later. It'll be much later, so don't wait up." He hung up without waiting for her answer. Or apologizing. He was with her, she knew it. How had it come to this? It couldn't be that he'd noticed the feelings she tried so hard to hide. The feelings that shone in her eyes whenever she saw him . . . Quatre. She loved Trowa, she reminded herself, had waited all her life to be with him. And yet, and yet when she'd met his best friend there had been a yearning deep inside that grew and grew until she was almost afraid to look at him for fear he would see how she felt. Had Trowa seen that? It couldn't be. No, it was all Relena's fault she had entangled him in the seductive web of her false innocence and saccharine sweetness. She was some piece of work, flagrantly sleeping with another girl's fiance. Her fiance. "Can I buy you a drink," a male voice asked, interrupting her thoughts. He looked at her, the pale blonde hair contrasting spectacularly with her little black dress that clung to her softly curved, delicate figure in all the right places. The big eyes etched with hurt and betrayal and neediness. She definitely was looking for someone to take her home tonight and make it all better, he thought, anyone could see it. "Sure," she said, not even gracing him with more than a cursory glance. She wasn't drunk enough, not by a long shot, the dilemmas in her life were still so clearly before her. Trowa's betrayal, her own confusion and the strange desire for what she could not have, desire for someone she shouldn't want. He would never stand her up, leave her alone in a bar full of predatory strangers while he spent his time and passion in another woman's bed. He was perfection to her, an unattainable dream to a heart that had been so hurt by life and even the one she loved. The golden hair, the blue sapphire eyes she could happily drown in. Quatre. ***** He'd had a bit more to drink than he should have. The business dinner had gone on and on and a few drinks had helped to dispel the boredom. Quatre looked at his watch, four hours of his life down the drain. But what did it matter he had no one to go home to. He wasn't lucky like Trowa, he had Midii to come home to every night. She was such a sweet girl, he was almost in love with her himself, in a way. She always made sure to include him in every glance and smile when he spent time with her and Trowa, never made him feel like he was intruding or an outsider. She always hung on his every word when he talked, as if she could really be interested in the boring details of his business. Yes, Trowa was very lucky. "Whoops," Midii said, as her drink glass nearly toppled off the edge of the bar. She'd better call a taxi she thought, she definitely couldn't drive in her condition. "Need a lift, baby," the man beside her said as she searched through her purse for her phone, his hand coming to rest on her thigh and toying with the edge of her short skirt. She shoved the offending hand away. "Go away," she muttered. "Leave me alone. My fiance will be here any minute so just go away," she lied, fluttering her hand with Trowa's ring on it at him. "You little bitch," the outraged man blustered. "And I bought you all those drinks too, you owe me." Midii stared at the angry man, wondering what she'd done wrong, why he was so angry. The entire evening was blurring in her mind. "Sorry," she said. "Midii? What are you doing here? Where's Trowa," Quatre said, insinuating himself between her and the man sitting beside her, he'd caught the soft sound of her voice as he passed the bar on his way out of the restaurant. "Is everything alright?" What could Trowa be thinking to leave her alone here like this, Quatre wondered. He really should be taking better care of her. He realized suddenly that their relationship had seemed chilly and strangely tense lately. "Oh Quatre," Midii cried, leaning into him as his arms closed automatically around her. "He stood me up. I must have had a little too much to drink." He held her away from him a little but kept his arms around her. "Don't worry about it. I'll make sure you get home. I think you need some coffee first, we can walk to my place, it's only a block. I'll have to have a talk with Trowa, if he doesn't take better care of you I may have to take you away from him." Midii stared at him. Quatre flushed. Why had he said that? "I was just teasing," he said quickly. "You two were made for each other." Was it his imagination or did she look disappointed as he retracted his statement? He wrapped his arm around her supportively as they walked in silence back to his apartment. Suddenly their usual friendly camaraderie seemed strained. He was too aware of how close she was to him. He'd been alone for so long, the woman who held his heart seemingly oblivious to his feelings for her. A delighted little shiver ran through Midii as Quatre's hand absently stroked her softly waving hair off her shoulder and lingered on her bare skin. Did he feel something too, when he was close to her? She had never imagined her attraction was anything more than one-sided. What would happen if he wanted her too? In the sober light of day she sternly squelched treacherous thoughts like those, but now with the heavenly feeling of his arms around her she gave in to her deeply-hidden fantasies. They had kissed many times before, the perfunctory touch of the lips that was permissible to give to one's best friend's fiancee. As he fumbled for his keys, Quatre suddenly wondered what it would be like to really kiss her. She was leaning heavily against him, her body curved close to his and her soft breath was warm and tickling against his neck. He dropped the keys and when he looked down to find them he found her instead. There was a look in her eyes, a look that invited him to try and kiss her. With a little groan Quatre bent his head to hers, touching his lips softly to hers as he always did when he said goodnight. But this time his hands reached to touch her hair, to caress her neck as he pushed the boundaries of friendship aside to the demands of desire. Her breath came in short little gasps and her eyes locked with his. They both forgot all about Trowa. Quatre found the key and opened the door, the two of them nearly falling into the room in their hurry to be alone together. A moment of guilt and indecision flashed through her mind as she felt his fingers pull down the zipper in back of her dress, but the sound of his voice huskily whispering her name banished the thought. Too late, she thought, too late to stop now, her body and his both demanding release. ****** She woke up feeling dreadfully thirsty and tangled in a hopeless jumble of sheets, arms and legs and her own hair. "Hmmm, Trowa," she murmured, trying to loosen herself a little from his possessive embrace. "What time is it?" She glanced around the unfamiliar room and gasped as she saw the man next to her. Quatre? She covered her mouth with her hand as he stirred and rolled over, loosening his grip on her. Terror struck her heart. How had this happened? How could it have happened? She had vowed to herself never to betray him again. She had feelings for Quatre, part of her was pulled to crawl back in his arms. But her soul told her she had to go home, had to hide from this awful truth. Frantically she searched for her clothes but it was impossible to find her slip or stockings in the dark and she couldn't face Quatre now or ever. Silently she slipped out the door and raced back to where she'd left her car. A quiver of horror and confusion shuddered through her as she sat behind the wheel a moment. Then she drove back home. ****** She didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she got home and their bed was empty. Why had she bothered to worry? He was betraying her without a second thought, maybe she should have stayed with Quatre, never come back here. Tears streaked Midii's pale cheeks as she crawled, exhausted, between the deep purple sheets. Despite her anxiety she fell deeply asleep as the first rays of sunlight stole into the room. Trowa let himself in quietly. He crept into her room to gaze at her in the bed they once shared. Now he stayed away as often as he could. He couldn't stand the knowledge that her adoring glances were now reserved for someone else. His best friend of all people. Did she really think he didn't see? They'd been so happy when they first found each other again, he'd been sure their painful past was behind them for good. Everything perfect until he'd introduced her to Quatre and he'd started to catch her eyes following his every move. Heard her laugh at all his jokes. Heard her sigh when he went away. He touched her cool cheek softly, but she didn't wake up. Trowa could tell she'd been crying. He wanted to fix everything, but the only thing now that kept him sane was Relena's embrace, the adoring look in Relena's eyes that had used to be there for him in Midii's. Still, he could never let her go. He would always love Midii, although all she ever seemed to do was cause him pain. Pain that far outweighed any happiness they had ever found together. The End