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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Heero Notes: Challenge 74. Baby Series 2 #233. Takes
place at the same time as Falling.
Not Good Enough He had no idea what was on Chang’s mind, but he knew what was on his. Relena was in the family wing. She had not long left Hunter’s protection, so he could trust the man was close to her and would secure her. It was Stephen who was undefended. Milliardo could look after himself. Heero knew enough of the Lightning Count to know his abilities. If anyone went after him they might as well jump into a fire and slow roast themselves. Zechs would emerge to demonstrate his capabilities. Unfortunately, even the best sometimes could be surprised. He ran, his heart thundered in his chest and his body heat wrung the liquid from him. He would drink a water cooler dry when he had the chance. A fleeting thought bothered him. If Chang did not back off they would trip each other up and give the advantage to the intruders. How had anyone broken security? It had to be an inside job. He had helped design the security system. He had determined no one would reach Relena, and now he found his system inadequate to the task. Intruders had penetrated into the family wing, and it was good fortune alone they were alerted to their presence. It was not good enough. Someone would pay and Pagan had best permit him to hunt the traitor. He would even promise to leave the guilty party alive to be tried for treason. //Do they draw and quarter traitors in Sanc? Hang them? Perhaps slow roasting over hot coals?// Treason was a greater crime than murder. Murder was betrayal on a personal level. Treason was betrayal of a country, a far greater crime. Relena was threatened, he could not believe they would try for Stephen and ignore Milliardo or his sister. The infant was helpless, unable to defend himself. Rank cowardice, to target an innocent. Someone would pay. He was brought up short against the door, his hand on the latch. Chang thundered into his back, pain in his heels preceding their collision. Chang had been too close to avoid the collision and would go down with him. This was not good, neither of them would be able to react for precious seconds. The door swung inward and he was falling, his feet hopelessly tangled with his partner’s. He glimpsed a solid dark shape just beyond the swing of the door and grunted, reaching out to grasp the intruder. He might be falling but he still had a job to do. He felt Chang shift, riding his back as they came down and strong arms reached around him to grasp the intruder. The man, startled by the unexpected attack, managed to half turn and a long gleaming tail of silver reflected moonlight. Heero had a split second to groan, recognizing that signature hair as they dragged him down to the floor with an inglorious thud. The only saving grace was Maxwell’s absence. He would laugh himself into the New Year. End
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