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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: Milliardo + Pagan Notes: Challenge 52. Baby Series 2 #142. Takes
place approximately 13 hours after Admirable Goals.
He Was My Friend “What did you think of him, Pagan?” “Sir?” Milliardo smoothed a hand over his son’s white blonde hair. He was well aware he would need to make preparations for the soirée held as a part of the courtship. At least for this evening’s festivities he and Relena would not be required to remain for an extended period of time. He was required to dance with only three of the women considered worthy of the Crown, open the dancing with Relena and have one dance with their hostess for the evening. If fortunate he would be home before midnight. “My father.” Pagan set a cup of tea on the side table near Milliardo. “King Stephan was a good King, a man of vision. He had a dream and died for it.” Milliardo sighed softly. “He would think me a poor son for thinking him a fool.” Pagan studied the tall, elegant form and the flowing hair the young Prince was methodically tangling himself in in wide-eyed fascination. “Why would you think of your father as a fool, Sir?” “I do not expect you to agree with me, but I cannot help thinking if he had not underestimated the warnings Sanc would have better survived the Alliance’s wrath. I saw the reports.” Pagan stared into the fire in silence. He personally had sealed the reports while Sanc still cooled from the burning. This man had been a child and lucky to have survived the destruction. On learning who Zechs Merquise truly was during the war he had been thankful he had sealed the reports, afraid of the consequences should the details contained within become known to him. Pagan was neither blind nor a fool and knew how the Soldier would react as opposed to the Pacifist the father had been. “When did you see the reports, Sir? If you don’t mind me asking.” “So polite, Pagan. I’m sure you feel like slapping me for insulting your friend.” He was thankful for the ruddy light of the fire and hoped it disguised his blush. “Your father was my friend, yes. He was also King. No decision he ever made was made lightly. In his last moments I believe he would not have regretted his decision, merely mourned the nature of man.” “I am not so forgiving as your friend. Wise as he was reputed to be, intelligent as they espoused him, I still think he was a fool.” “We did not have the resources to defend against an army. He intended to surrender and spare the people of Sanc.” “They did not intend to spare anyone and he should have understood that. It was plain enough in the intelligence reports” “Your father saw the best in mankind.” Pagan murmured. “And I have seen the worst. Do you miss him?” “He was my friend.” Pagan stared into the fire. “Yes, I miss him.” End
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