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"Baby Series 1"Written By: Karina
Pairing: 6x9, 13x6 Notes: Challenge 13 . #38 in the Baby Series. Takes place approximately nine hours after Play The Game. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Thanks to Dulin for her work as beta
Mirage Dead. Sun burning from a sky all too blue and devoid of the softening cotton candy of even a single cloud. Baking heat sucking the life out of the ground he walked, heat shimmer giving illusions of water always just beyond the reach of stumbling feet and desperate grasping hands. "Not very attractive is it?" The rich voice was a whisper, a caress of sound reminiscent of the touch of a strong hand to silken skin. "I hated being at Victoria when I first arrived. They had the worst drought in fifty years. When it finally rained the desert bloomed and seemed a different place." Her voice was treasured, an echo of silk sheets and soft flesh. "Drought. Unkind to all that stumbles within its killing embrace. I do not wish this to be your fate. You must not permit this travesty of life." "You have too much heart to surrender. There is a deep need in you, like a hidden spring that can bring about a blooming to defy even the harshest sun." So dry. Thirsty. Weakening, flagging strength dragging his limbs, making him stumble and almost fall. Something warned him that if he fell he would never rise again. He would lie here and become a dried out husk. "Milliardo, why do you stumble? Why do you turn from the gentle rain that is the sun shower and will refresh you?" "Tread with care while seeking the clouds. You need a gentle rain, not a torrent to carry you away. A flood will drown you and deny you the joy of life." "I don’t understand." There was the sun baking down on him but there were hands touching, caressing. Gentle touches that defied the harshness of the sun and the little puffs of dust his stumbling steps raised from the barren plain and soothed him as deep shade would sooth his sunburn. "You are not alone. We are here." Her voice was a warm caress. "It is not your fault that this fate befell us. Not your fault that you walk alone raising our son." "Stephan." a whispered breath. "He’s a lovely baby and you are doing well raising him. You make me proud." He wanted desperately to turn but his body refused shuffling along slowly, painfully. One step followed by another and he wanted to turn and see her. Know that he was not delusional and that she was there. Had he heard that other, too? Had he heard that voice that meant so much to something buried deep within? "Are you … real?" "My love." "Lu?" "Stephan needs you. Don’t let him down." Phantom lips brushed his. "See him safe and strong to face life but that doesn’t mean you must walk barren roads. Let the rain bring flowers, Zechs. Open yourself to the prospects of love." "Love? I … loved. Lost you both." "It truly is better to have loved and lost. Remember."
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