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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: Pagan Notes: Challenge 48. Baby Series 2 #124. Takes
place approximately one and a half hours after Careful Planning.
Old Bones He sighed as the car rolled to a stop before the steps and released his seat belt. He ached in body and mind and only the enfolding warmth of his bed would ease the aches. A headache threatened to split his skull and his old bones had reached their limit but he was certain there would be no opportunity for him to rest. Not until the curiosity of the King had been appeased. There would be no escaping his duty to report and hoping the Peacecraft had sensibly retired to his own bed was an exercise in delusion. Years in the service of Peacecrafts left him little doubt the man would be waiting, most likely in his suite, to hear the report. He was not so foolish as to presume Milliardo would have missed the signs of trouble. Yuy and Maxwell would have reported the murder and Milliardo would want to know more than they could tell him and there was also the preliminary report on the dinner itself to be reviewed. //I’m getting too old for this.// “Sir. His Majesty requests you meet him in his study.” The doorman inclined his head in greeting and he responded in kind. Perhaps Milliardo would be tired enough to receive a brief report and could then be persuaded to retire for the night. Then old bones could rest and he could take something for the pounding headache. //Why the study? The idiot had best be out of that peacock finery and ready for bed or I will have him sedated to ensure he gets some sleep.// The King was not quite an insomniac but he was borderline. Surely following the exercise involved in the evening and the tedium of the conversations he had put up with, he would want nothing more than to collapse into his bed and close out the world for a precious few hours. //If he does not, then he should. It is all I want to do.// The required questions had been asked of the guests, most of whom had taken the necessities of the investigation in their stride though some had been particularly obnoxious at the ‘inconvenience’ involved. He had dismissed Quatre and Trowa to their beds and watched as the Police Chief and his inspector departed the crime scene. He would need to acquire a copy of the coroner’s report and the forensic results as speedily as possible. Before the inspector received them would be best and with the resources he had available such would not be impossible to achieve. A small detour to acquire a gift for the King and he found himself facing the door, nodding to the security agent on duty. “How long has he been in there?” “An hour, Sir.” “Has he at least changed into something more relaxing?” “Yes, Sir, and he has Stephan with him.” “Ah.” Pagan reached for the door. “Then I have a chance of persuading him to find his bed before dawn.” End
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