Quatre looked at the envelope lying on his desk as if it was about to bite him. 

What should he do with it?

The question loomed at him like a multi-headed monster.

He could toss it in the trash can, shred it or burn it without a tweak on his conscience. 

Or he could open it and find out the answer to the question that had prompted the appearance of the envelope to begin with. 

Yes. 

Or No.

And once he had that answer, what would he tell Trowa?

That was the heart of the matter, wasn't it? Did he have the right to prod this far into the affairs of his best friend?

He'd wrestled with this same question several weeks ago when he had sent the package that resulted in the envelope. 

The hair samples hadn't been easy to gain. Fortunately, luck had been with him and one of the circus ropes had provided him with one of the hair samples he had needed. 

The other he'd gotten off of some clothing he'd loaned Trowa when he'd spent the night a while back. Trowa shared many similar traits to the big cats he loved, including the strange ability to leave hair in unusual places.

It had been several weeks before he'd gotten the courage to send them to the DNA testing facility. 

And several more before they had sent the results back. 

Quatre sighed, lessening the glare at the envelope. It wasn't the piece of paper's fault to be the bearer of news.

Trowa and Catherine were brother and sister in spirit, and in their own minds. You'd have to be blind, deaf and heartless not to see that they cared about each other.

But every so often, they'd would just pause, and look at each other. And you could see the doubts in their eyes. Wondering if they were really siblings or if it was just an elaborate hoax that they were pulling on each other. 

The answers the envelope held could answer that question once and for all. Put their doubts to rest.

If they were siblings by blood, it would be a weight off of Trowa's back. He'd have a name again, and a history. And Catherine would have her brother back without the uncertainties.

On the other hand, could he look Trowa in the eye and tell him that the woman he called 'sister' wasn't?

Would it even matter if he did?

His two9 sisters were all genetically created half sisters, and they all considered themselves family. It was more then blood that created a family. 

On the other hand, if the answer was no, could he keep it a secret from Trowa? He was good at keeping secrets, it came with the job of being the head of a corporation. Better at it than most people thought.

But Trowa and Catherine were not 'most people'. They were two of his closest friends. And he couldn't lie to them.

He could just hand the envelope to them and let them make the decision. Stand back and watch from the sidelines.

Quatre dismissed that thought as ignoble. He was the one who had collected the hair samples, he was the one who had sent the query, (he was the one who owned the lab to begin with) and it was his responsibility to see it through and open the envelope. 

Well, it sounded good in his head anyway.

Irritated, he brushed his bangs out of his eyes and returned to glaring at the envelope.

It didn't look any different than when he had first glared at it countless minutes ago.

And it still refused to give up any of its secrets. Stupid envelope.

Irritation finally overwrote uneasiness and he grabbed the envelope and ripped it open before he could get any second thoughts. Greedy eyes scanned the words.

Twice.

Three times, just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on his overly enthusiastic brain.

They weren't.

"Yatta..."

With a grateful sigh, he set the envelope down and began to try to figure out the best way to tell his best friend that the woman he called 'sister' really was.

Somehow a forty piece brass band seemed to be too outrageous and not big enough at the same time.

Fin.