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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 + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 48. Baby Series 2 #125. Takes
place immediately after Old Bones.
Comparison “Come in.” Closing the door quietly behind him Pagan moved to the overstuffed arm chair set before the low burning fire in the hearth. He was pleased to note the King wore a velvet and silk night robe and his hair was loose, one long silken strand snared firmly in the clenched fist of his son. Stephen was curled on the broad chest soundly asleep, small, perfect lips parted as he breathed, a thumb resting on his bottom lip. Smiling, Pagan offered a small bow which earned him an arched eyebrow and he brandished the dusty bottle of brandy clutched in his gnarled hand. “As promised, Sir.” Reading the label Milliardo smiled and inclined his head. “Well worth going through that circus to taste.” Busying himself with glasses and preparing the drinks, Pagan could not help but admire the scene. This man had threatened to destroy a planet to persuade the people of Earth and the Colonies to view the past and future with opened eyes. Unless mankind conquered the fears and insecurities plaguing the species from primitive times they would never advance beyond the boundaries of their own solar system. Peace could lead them to new worlds and already there were moves to go beyond the mining colonies amid the asteroid belt to explore the moons of the gas giants. It was well within the realm of possibility within a century mankind would venture beyond the solar system. The man seated in the chair had given them this opportunity to go beyond the cycle of war and peace and initiate a new cycle, one of peaceful advancement. Hopefully the child curled contentedly in his arms would live to see mankind make the scientific breakthrough to bridge the gulf of distance between stars. It was a shining promise in the future if humankind could resist the temptations of the past and listen to the promise of the future. “What happened?” “Lord Richard Rochester was murdered in the Prime Minister’s office.” “The Earl of Sansberry? Damn.” He accepted the glass Pagan passed, pausing to savour the mellow aroma of the brandy. “We will need to take steps to lessen the repercussions.” “Already initiated, Sir.” Pagan stood before the King, nursing his own brandy and remembering days when he had been much younger and had stood before another Peacecraft King. “It is not as yet clear if the killing was politically motivated or of a more personal nature.” “Knocking off a member of the British aristocracy is not likely to be dismissed as a personal problem, Pagan. For God’s sake, man, sit down and stop looming over me.” Though Milliardo would never see or understand why he thought it Pagan felt warmed at the comparison he saw to the former King. They were very alike and he would never attempt to persuade the man of the similarities but in this man who had already rocked the Earth Sphere there was a great deal of both father and mother. End
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