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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 + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 49. Baby Series 2 #129. Takes
place immediately after Over Green Tea.
Of Old Heads And Young
“I am a servant of a very old bloodline. Not so old as you believe yours to be, you think? Perhaps so or perhaps not. It hardly matters, Mr. Chang and this is neither the time nor place to discuss genealogy. What concerns me is the stress you are placing on this household and how much it interferes with my duty to maintain a stable environment about the King.” “I have already offered to hand in my resignation…” “Do you honestly think that will soothe the man?” Dark eyes were fierce beneath heavy brows. “You are young yet and not so wise to the ways of the world as you think.” “I may not have seen as many years as you but I am not an infant. I was raised amid a noble clan and trained to responsibility young.” “You have not forgotten that responsibility to your clan, have you? Is that not what this fuss is about, Chang Wu Fei? Your responsibility to your people is weighing on you and you see that responsibility reflected in the affairs encircling Master Milliardo?” Wu Fei squirmed in his seat, taking refuge in sipping the cup of tea previously ignored and cooling on the tray. The old man saw far too much for his peace of mind, but he could not deny thoughts of his clan responsibilities had been weighing on him. “My clan is dead. Wiped from existence by the hand of the Elders who professed to know what was best. They were supposed to be wise men and they destroyed the colony and everyone on it.” “Yes, they did. Old heads do no contain all the wisdom in the Universe and we make mistakes like any other human being. The ambitions of the old are sometimes worse than the ambition of the young and reckless. What you need to remember is you alone were not the only survivor of your colony.” “I… do not know for certain.” “I do.” “How? How could you possibly know if I was the only survivor or not?” “I was requested to learn if there were survivors, where they were and how they were coping with the destruction of their home.” He stared at the old man sitting ramrod straight in the high backed chair almost afraid to ask… uncertain exactly what to ask. “I… Did you?” “Did I what, Mr. Chang?” “Are there others?” “Yes.” It was difficult to breathe and impossible for precious seconds to get words past the lump in his throat. “Where?” “Scattered throughout the colonies. They find a place for themselves where they can and are fractured and adrift. They are homeless seeking a home, a new beginning.” “I… I don’t know… Pagan, what should I do?” “What do you believe you should do, Mr. Chang?” “I am homeless myself. I have nowhere to bring them.” “Is that true, Wu Fei? Is that honestly the truth?” End
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