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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 53. Baby Series 2 #147. Takes place
approximately two hours after Naughty Thoughts.
Undercurrents “You are late.” Pagan resisted the urge to smirk. Of the attendees’ at the soirée only the King would have dared question his tardiness. Pagan bowed slightly by way of apology and inclined his head to Heero in dismissal. “Young Mr. Yuy did an admirable job of filling in for me, Sir. I have received his report and am pleased with the result. He will be well suited to his new position.” “Indeed. So where did you go?” “Is this question and answer session appropriate at this time, Sir?” Blue eyes flashed briefly. “I do believe so if I deem it appropriate to ask.” “Quite, Sir.” Pagan inclined his head in apology. It appeared the King remained in his mood of the afternoon and Pagan could only hope few had noticed. He could not exactly call it a snit, certainly not a royal snit, nor could he really term it a mood at all. This was no temper tantrum and not quite a depression but Pagan read it as a cause to be concerned. With the courtship underway it was a sensitive time, and the proximity to Christmas with so many guests within Sanc boded ill should Milliardo experience another episode. “Appease my curiosity and tell me where you were.” “I took the opportunity to give Yuy a position of responsibility and myself attend to a matter of remembrance, Sir. I felt the need to renew an acquaintance with an old friend.” For a moment the King stiffened and then relaxed, inclining his head slightly. “I take it all is well?” “Yes, Sir. Given the added number of influential guests within Sanc I took the liberty of improving security on the estate to ensure no unwelcome visitors disturbed the area.” “Well enough.” Pagan glared at a dignitary who was plainly attempting to overhear his conversation with the King. The man hesitated before backing a step and easing into a knot of passing merrymakers. “It seems people are ever curious to overhear the conversation one has with a King.” Milliardo mused. “How long before I can get out of here?” “Another hour at most, Sir.” A brief nod and Milliardo set aside the wine glass filled with sparkling mineral water. He refused to drink alcohol at such affairs, determined to keep his wits about him. He was only too aware of the undercurrents running through Sanc and the broader ESUN since he had ascended the throne. The ESUN Council was curious and watching. They were biding their time, waiting for him to make a mistake and provide them with an excuse to move against Sanc. He doubted it would be a physical invasion. Diplomatic sanctions and a concerted push to have him removed to a prison cell was his guess. Some people would never forgive the past, no matter the reasons for actions taken. He knew no one would forget. If they did, he had not played his part in the drama well enough.
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