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"Baby Series 1"Written By: Karina
Pairing: Relena + Quatre + Zechs + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 17. #58 in the Baby Series. Takes place approximately three hours after Dirty Pool. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Many thanks to Dulin for her work as beta.
Voice of Reason Chang stirred and he could almost feel the man’s hackles rise. Sally was making noises about him being permitted to stretch his legs possibly the next day but he felt as weak as a kitten and just as helpless. A captive audience. Chang’s light touch to his wrist was a welcome comfort. Should he snarl he was not as dim as they thought him and that he knew why they were here? He hated them for what they were about to do but hated himself more because he would not tell them to go to hell. He loved his sister but he was not suited to be King. He loved his son and for that very reason he did not wish to foist a future crown on him. He loved his people but how much more of himself did he have to give up? Was his soul not enough? The young businessman bowed formally. "Crown Prince Milliardo Peacecraft, Sanc needs you." Chang bristled but stilled to the touch of his hand. Relena stared at Quatre and then blushed and sighed. "I’m sorry, Brother but he’s right. I can’t do this … not alone. I’m not even seen as being one of Them. I’m an outsider, my ways are different. I don’t remember the old days." "I do? I was six years old when Sanc fell." Quatre’s voice was low. Inescapable. "You remember everything, don’t you? You remember the bombs, the shooting, the screaming and the fires. The mobile suits and the people who came to the palace seeking refuge and finding death. You remember the terror and the hiding and the longing for it to be as it was and knowing it would never be the same again. You remember screaming for your father, expecting him to make it right, searching for your mother knowing she would hold you and keep you safe. You also remember how they turned their backs on the people, those men of influence and position who were not in Sanc when the end came. You remember being turned away and running from the very people who were supposed to bring justice to the dead and security to those who like you were displaced. You remember those who could have helped and did not and you remember deciding if no one else would help them then you would. When the bombs stop, when the killing is over,that is the time we need help the most." He watched them, his sister and her innocence that had convinced him she was what Sanc needed and the businessman who had been a terrorist. It was a cosmic jest that the blood free Princess and the blood soaked terrorist should demand he take up the throne. Quatre’s eyes were intense. "Are you like those …" "I have conditions. If they are not agreeable they can go to hell." "Negotiations …" "No negotiations. I can be reasonable, Winner but remind them of Libra. I’ll be no one’s puppet."
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