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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 + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 56. Baby Series 2 #159. Takes
place a few hours after Step Back.
One Should Not Dance Milliardo looked up from the report to study the man standing on the far side of the desk. Chang Wu Fei looked surprisingly nervous, as though he was uncertain as to the reaction his request would engender. “An indefinite leave of absence.” Milliardo leaned back in his seat. “Might I enquire as to the reason?” “I have… family matters… to attend.” Milliardo pushed the folder to one side, flicking it closed as he did so. “Family matters.” “Yes.” Wu Fei considered a moment and sighed. “I believe you are to comment on the contents of that file during the closing of Parliament tomorrow.” “It can wait. Parliament should have adjourned a week ago. I have time to refresh my memory on the affairs of the season. If they expect an announcement of my marriage they will be disappointed. One should not dance to Parliament’s tune too often.” He smiled. “They must learn they do not own me.” “Some days I wonder.” “It is sound strategy to take each step with care.” He shrugged. “I prefer to be underestimated by allies and enemies alike. One must remember one’s place in this world, nor permit others to forget.” “So Parliament will have no announcement of your intent to marry.” “Perish the thought, Wu Fei.” He inclined his head to the window, watching the snow falling. “I’ve had enough. Shall we have an early afternoon tea? While we take a break you can explain those ‘family matters’ to me.” “I… was hoping to attend to this before consulting you.” Milliardo arched an eyebrow in query, moving around the desk and leading the way to the small lounge opening off his study. Striding to the side of the roaring fire he tugged once on the bell cord and settled in the nearer of the high-backed wing chairs. “Have a seat.” The door tucked discreetly on the far side of the room opened and a maid curtsied in the doorway. “Sir?” “I think we shall have an early afternoon tea, Kristianna.” Bowing her head the young maid withdrew and closed the door, leaving the King and his liaison to Parliament settled before the fire. “Now then. What are these family matters requiring you take an open-ended leave of absence?” He had hoped, obviously in vain, to avoid approaching Milliardo with the matter of his clan until he had sounded out for himself the desires of his kin. He was not eager to stand in the same shoes as Zechs Merquise and take on the mantle of a ruler. He did not wish to become The Chang, but was there truly another choice? In the L5 cluster, according to Pagan’s report, were others like he who had survived the destruction of their home by the simple expedient of not being on the colony at the time of detonation. Some had sought to become integrated with other clans living in the cluster and had successfully made that transition. Others had not been so fortunate. End
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