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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 #144. Takes
place immediately after He Could Have Spared You.
Not A Pacifist “It is a sad thing to hear his son speak so.” “I did not say I hated my father any more than I said I hated Treize.” Pagan sighed and watched as Milliardo gently extricated a long lock of his hair from his son’s grasping hands. “What happened in the past should be remembered and debated and in time, understood.” “I understand why it was done. How could I not, reared first in the pacifist capital of Earth and then in the Kushrenada home where peace was desired but the will to fight for it was nurtured and encouraged. Nothing we want is worth having if we are not prepared to defend it, Pagan. I am afraid your King of Sanc is not a pacifist at all.” “I believe I have known that since your second birthday, Sir, when you threw chocolate cake in the face of Duke Myrial’s grandson.” Wide blue eyes met the old man’s and Pagan felt gratified at the surprise he saw there. “I did? What for?” “I believe you objected to his claiming ownership of a gifted toy car, Sir. Your father was mortified his son should take such action in defence of what he considered his.” Milliado snorted softly. “That would be right. I am afraid I would be a great disappointment to him.” “Your mother gave you extra ice cream that evening for your efforts.” Pagan chuckled. “She never did like the Duke or his snivelling little grandson. I believe Her Majesty was quite disappointed you did not wait until she was in the room to witness the event.” Watching the struggle to extricate the blonde locks from the grasping hands Pagan decided the Queen would be in raptures watching her son and grandchild had she survived. “His decision robbed her of so much.” he whispered. “Pagan?” “I’m sorry, Sir. I was wool gathering, I am afraid.” Under the blue stare he flinched, somehow certain this too perceptive child of his friend could read his mind. Milliardo sighed and stared at the tangled mass of hair his son was slobbering over. “He did not tell her of the report, did he ?” He should lie. He should give the boy that much comfort at least but he could not, not even in defence of his friend. This was a man, a strong man who knew the foibles of human nature and perhaps already knew the answer. Shading facts might bring comfort but it would be false comfort. Like his father this man would prefer to know all of the facts available before passing judgement. “No, Sir, I do not believe he did.” “Why do you think? You were friends. I believe you were with him from childhood.” “There are some days I wondered if I did know him, Sir. Wearing a crown is a heavy burden that can not be shared, even with a friend.” “Well, that much I know to be true.” End
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