Wake Me Up When September Ends

[Audie Smith]

Audie Smith- Hello every one this is a You/Quatre one-shot/songfic that I made a dedicated to my best friend Archer. She owns all rights to this story because I gave them to her, but I'm going to post this because I wanna see what you think and if I'm good at one-shots or if I should just stop while I'm ahead.

Disclaimer- I do not own Gundam Wing, Quatre *tear*, You, or the song 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' by Green Day. I DO OWN THE PLOT SO NO STEALING!!!







~Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.~


How long has it been since you last saw him? A day, a week, a month, a year or more? Now its September you’re amazed you made it this far with out him. You’re amazingly depressed with out him. Why wouldn’t you be? He was your world.

Walking down the street you marvel at the trees and their different colors. Red, Yellow, Brown, maybe even Gold. Gold…..like the sun hitting his hair. How you loved to run your fingers through his golden locks as he lay sleeping. Sighing you tear your eyes away from the trees, away from every thing. They all hold to many memories of him.

Putting your hand to your stomach you feel a small kick. This is the only thing that can get you to smile, besides him. He didn’t know, and if he never came back, he’ll never know. You pat your stomach to reassure your self that he’ll come back. He has to, he promised.

~Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.~

You had always been there for him, and vise versa. When the only man in your life, besides him, that you loved more than life it’s self died, he was there. He was there for you for seven years. Seven years…..now who can say ‘I’ve been with him for seven years and we’re not even married!’. Not many, but he was different from the rest and that’s why you loved him.

Entering your house you hang your coat in the closet, next to his. Turning on the light you sigh, it was filled with things that reminded you of him. Pictures, tokens, clothes, everything. He left you with only a note of good bye. You kept that note on your bed side table as a constant reminder of his return. You’re still waiting.

Walking into your room you pick up the note and re-read the message that you have memorized by heart.


Dear (y/n),

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. The war is getting worse and they need all of the Gundam’s help. Don’t worry I’ll be back as soon as I can. Wait for me.

Love Quatre


You smile at the note. Quatre Raberba Winner, pilot of the Gundam Sandrock. He was your best friend, you lover, and the father of your un-born child. Setting the note back down on the table you put your hand back on your large belly. Quatre didn’t know you were pregnant. You were planning on telling him in a letter, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

What if he didn’t want it? What if he hated you? Those are question that you knew you were going to have to face sooner or later, but hopefully later.

~Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,~

Looking out the window you notice it’s raining. You loved the rain, it hide the pain you felt. Every one was always depressed when it rained so you didn’t look any different to them. Walking over to the window, you place your hand onto the glass and watch as the water droplets start to fall down the window leaving water paths behind them.

You won’t cry though. You’ll save your tears for when he gets back, you’ll save your tears for joy not sadness. You remember the day Quatre told you that.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~FlashBack~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


“Quatre! You can’t go!” you were standing in your living room watching as Quatre prepared his bag to leave.

Quatre had been called on another mission for war right before Christmas. You were deeply saddened by this; he had missed Christmas last year because of a mission to. You felt the tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.

You didn’t want him to leave, he always left. You watched as he walked out of your room, bag in hand. He saw your face and a lopsided grin fell upon his face. Setting his bag down on the floor he walks over to you.

Putting his hand to your face he brushes the tears out of your eyes, with a smile. You grab his hand and hold onto it for dear life.

“Save your tears for joy not sadness. Don’t cry when I leave, cry when I return.” You look up into his blue eyes and you can’t help but smile at him.

You know he has to leave; you just don’t want him to. He pulls you into a hug. Placing your head on his shoulder you take in his features. His beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, you love everything about him. You kiss his neck as you pull away and look into his eyes.

“You promise you’ll come back?” he smiles down at you with a smile that could warm the coldest day.

“I promise.” You smile and inch your face closer to his as your lips meet in a sweet, innocent kiss.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Of FlashBack~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.~


And he kept his promise. He came home and stayed for a good year before being called away on this last mission. Getting into a large t-shirt and some very lose pajama pants, you plant your self on the couch. It’s time to feed out those pregnancy cravings.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~3 Months Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” Sweat cascades down your face. Your (h/c) hair in knots.

“Ok (y/n) it’s time to push.” Taking a deep breath you start pushing will all your might.

“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10 ok (y/n) good job.” Your breathing is coming out in ragged breaths. You wish Quatre was here, he had to be here. But he wasn’t and there wasn’t anything you could do.

The nurses and doctors were all smiling at you telling you what a wonderful job you were doing. You were just so tired; you wanted to just give up. But if you gave up you knew the baby would die, and you just couldn’t do that.

“Ok the baby’s head’s crowning. One more push (y/n) one more push.” Nodding your head you grab a hold of the nurse’s hand, take a deep breath and push with the most force ever.

Suddenly you hear many sighs of relief and crying. You give a huge sigh and lay your head back onto the pillow. It was over. Closing your eyes you try to get your breathing back to its normal rate.

“(Y/n) open your eyes.” You slowly open your (e/c) eyes and look up into the face of the smiling nurse. She’s holding your daughter wrapped in a pink blanket. You smile the biggest smile you have ever smiled before and raise your hands up to hold her.

The nurse sets her in your arms and you bring her to your body. Moving some of the blanket away from her face you can see she looks exactly like Quatre, blonde hair albeit a little of it, and blue eyes.

“What’s her name?” you look up at the doctor who has a birth certificate and a pen at ready.

“Um……..” you look down at your daughter as you think of the appropriate name for her.

“Shamara Amina Winner.”

~Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~4 Months Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Shamara it’s time for you walk sweetheart.” Walking into the nursery, you walk over the white crib standing against the adjacent wall.

It was finally spring and it was beautiful out. You look down into the crib and smile. Laying in a little pink dress is a beautiful little girl with curly blonde hair and wide blue eyes. She looked just like her father, only female.

She makes a cooing noise as you bend over the crib and pick her up. “Are you ready to go for a walk in your stroller?” giving her a kiss on the nose you place her in your arms as you go to locate the stroller.

Finding it just were you left it you set Shamara into the stroller, buckling her safely in. You take the stroller out onto the porch. You can hear Shamara giggling the whole way. She loves these walks.

Walking down the side walk you can smell the sakura blossoms and you can also hear the sounds of bells ringing from some church. Smiling you make your way further down the side walk to the park. You took Shamara to the park every day; one day you hope Quatre will be able to join the two of you.

[Audie Smith]

~Ring out the bells again.
Like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.~

Reaching the park you walk over to the bench you sit at every day. Stopping the stroller you sit yourself down as you unbuckle Shamara. Holding Shamara in your arms you rock her back and forth while she giggles madly.

Getting up from the bench you walk over to the closest sakura tree and reach your free hand up and pluck a blossom from it. Twirling it between your pointer finger and your thumb you bring it near Shamara’s face.

Naturally curious as an baby would be she reaches her hands out and tries to grab it from your fingers. You laugh at her curiosity and let her grab the blossom from you. She brings it to her face as she examines it. You just watch.

Suddenly you feel something land on your face making you jerk up. Looking around you notice the sky has darkened considerably. You know it is only around 2:00 in the afternoon so that means its only one thing; rain. Sighing you walk back over to the stroller and re-buckle Shamara into it.

You pull the hood over the top of the stroller so if it were to start raining she wouldn’t get wet. You again make your way out of the park. The sky darkening as you go. You start to feel more and more drops land on your skin as you finally reach your house.

~Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,~

By the time you reach your house you are drenched to the bone. Luckily Shamara is dry and sound a sleep. The rain always seems to put her to sleep. Bringing the stroller into the house you take Shamara out and bring her into the nursery so she can sleep in comfort.

As you’re walking into the kitchen you notice you have a message on your answering machine. Walking over to the machine you press the ‘Play’ button and listen to the message.

*Hey (y/n) it’s me Inara (I don’t really know what the names of Quatre’s sisters so I just named her my self.) Just wanted to check up on you and baby Shamara and see how you were doing. Give me a call when you get this message I’ll be at the main house. Talk to ya’ soon bye!*

You had been in contact with Quatre’s sisters since Quatre left. They were there for you when you had Shamara and helped you along the way seeing as how you were technically Quatre’s ‘girlfriend’ and Shamara was his son making her their niece.

You were especially close to Inara Winner she was the youngest girl of the family but older than Quatre seeing as he was the youngest in the family. She was become like your best friend. She called you every day to check up on you and Shamara and you also got together frequently.

Deciding to call her later you go into the bathroom and grab a towel to dry your hair. Rubbing the towel through your hair you walk into your bedroom and pick out a pair of comfy black sweat pants and a white tank top. After changing you walk into Shamara’s room to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly.

Sure enough she is. Walking back out into the living room you sit on the couch. Hey this seems oddly familiar.

~Becoming who we are.
As my memory rest,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~4 Months Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s 1:00 in the morning and you are currently sleeping on the couch with the television still playing. You had decided to stay up later than normal and watch some of your favorite movies that were playing that night.

You had fallen asleep during the encore presentation of (your favorite movie). It has been a year and a half since you had last seen Quatre. It’s now September again, isn’t it always?

All of a sudden you are jolted awake by the sound of Shamara crying. You rub your eyes tiredly as you sit up and look at the television. It’s your favorite part of the movie. Standing up you shuffle your way into Shamara’s room you make it over to her crib.

Looking down you pick Shamara up and start rocking her back and forth in your arms.

“Shhh….Shhh…It’s ok….everthing’ll be all right.” Shamara’s blue eyes that were once filled with tears slowly start to close as you continue to rock her back and forth. Finally her crying subsides and her eyes have closed. You set her back down in her crib and brush some of her blonde curly locks out of her face.

Yawning you decide to hit the sack. Leaving Shamara’s room you walk back into the living room and shut the television off. As your about to walk down the hall to your room you remember that you left the front door unlocked. Walking to the front door you lock the door and start making your way to your bed room.

‘Knock-Knock-Knock’ startled you jump a little. Turning around you look back at the door. ‘Knock-Knock-Knock’ walking slowly up to the door you slowly unlock the door and turn the knob.

Opening the door slowly the first thing you see is a ‘Preventers’ outfit and your heart falls. Is Quatre dead? Is he hurt? With out any hesitation you pull the door open all the way. Looking into the face of the person standing on your porch you can only manage to say one thing.

“Quatre!” he gives you a smile.

“Hey (y/n).” finally the dam has broke, tears start streaming down your face as you launch your self into Quatre’s arms. Quatre drops his bag as he catches you in his arms. You nuzzle your face into his shirt as you cry all those tears that you never shed. The only thought running through your mind is ‘He’s home!’<br>
~Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends~

Letting lose your death grip on Quatre you look up into his blue eyes. He’s looking down watching as you cry your eyes out onto his shirt. You suddenly feel embarrassed and look away blushing.

Suddenly you feel a finger under your chin lifting your face gingerly back to its former position. Looking back into Quatre’s eyes you feel his lips descend upon yours in a passionate yet innocent kiss.

You’ve longed to feel his lips against yours for so long that it feels like a dream that it’s happening now. As the two of you part for the much need air, you grab his hand with your right hand and his bag with your left.

You drag him into the house, throwing his bag onto the couch. You turn to look at his slightly confused face and bring a finger to your lips. You stop at Shamara’s room, which use to be a study when Quatre was last here.

You open the door slowly and silently, still clutching Quatre’s wrist. Walking in you try not to make any noise. Quatre just looks around at the room, he notices the baby stuff and immediately his heart skips a beat.

Letting go of his wrist you lean over the crib and pick Shamara up in your arms. Turning back to Quatre with the second biggest smile you have ever worn you walk up to the stunned man.

“Why don’t you say hello to your daughter.” Quatre’s eyes widen as you say the word ‘daughter’ he looks down at the little blonde haired girl your holding in your arms.

“M-My daughter?” he manages to stutter out in his state of shock. You giggle and nod your head.

“Would you like to hold your daughter?” he nods his head as he holds out his arms. You smile as you place Shamara into Quatre’s waiting arms. Walking over to his side you watch as he looks down and watches his daughter, making you beam with happiness.

“What’s her name?” you look at Quatre then back down at Shamara.

“It’s Shamara Amina Winner.” Quatre nods his head as he softly places a kiss on Shamara’s head. Walking over to her crib he places her down gentle, like she was born yesterday.

~Like my fathers come to pass.
Twenty years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends~

Turning to look back at you, you can see tears in his eyes. You smile and walk up to him, giving him a hug. He hugs you back tightly like you are his life line to this world and letting go would mean losing everything he has and has just gotten.

“I’m sorry.” Frowning you look up at Quatre and you notice he’s crying. Bringing your hand up to his face you wipe the tears off his cheek.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I left you and I missed everything, I didn’t even know you were pregnant.” You smile and rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s ok; all that matters know is that you’re here.” Kissing the top of your head you smile. Finally the one you love is back home and hopefully for good.

~Wake me up when September Ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends~


Dedicated to Archer




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-Audie Smith