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"Baby Series 1"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Pairing: Zechs + Wu Fei, Past 6x9 Notes: Challenge 3. Set around about AC 200 and a month after Comfort. 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.
What To Do The chime of the doorbell echoed throughout the house and Zechs sighed as he looked up from the schematics of the suit he had been working on. A quick glance at the clock and he knew that the nanny would answer the door. Helen had put Stephan to bed for a nap nearly an hour ago and retired to read in the library. He honestly did not know what he would do without the woman. He was certain that he could not have coped with dealing with Noin's death, feeding a baby at weird assed hours of the day and night and trying to keep said baby dry and clean. He could understand why Maxwell called babies `screaming shit machines'. He winced. Maxwell and his abject horror of babies. Funny that Duo had a real soft spot for kids in general but kids who were toilet trained. He chuckled. It would be worth a fortune to tell the world the sure fire method of getting rid of Gundam Pilots. Just mention the word babysitting and they were gone in a cloud of dust. Except for one of them. The truly fearless Chang Wu Fei. Not even changing a baby's backside would send that one running as the others had for a mission preferring bullets blazing to a hosing down by an infant. His eyes dropped to the schematics spread before him. By rights he should have returned to work weeks ago but he simply could not bring himself to return to that place. Noin was synonymous with Preventer Headquarters. He would see her there, no matter where he looked. It was like this house. He still heard her, even though he knew that she was gone. He still could hear her just around the corner from him, walking upstairs when he knew there was only he and their son in the house. He would be driven insane. Should he go out? Get away for a time? Just a few hours away from the house might make it easier to cope with. But ... where to go? What to do? The house was a refuge from the world that changed from second to second and as much as the spectre of his wife haunted him here, at least it was a refuge from that pace of change. He was afraid. "Of what?" Being alone. That was stupid. He had Stephen and Helen was almost always around. He had had few friends in his past and those were now gone. Dead. Plenty of acquaintances but friends? Everyone was moving on and he was stuck in the past, hearing ghosts. Even Stephen would grow up and leave him alone. "Morbid, spoiled bastard." he groused. "Got to get a life." They were gone. The ones who had meant the most to him. The people he had shared himself with. Both gone. Who was left? What was left? "Marquise. Time you left this mausoleum. Come and have coffee with a friend." "Wu Fei." a sigh. "Yes." End |
