|
"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: Alice Darlian Notes: Challenge 61. Baby Series 2 #180. Takes place a few minutes after Restless
Grasping Opportunity //Whatever possessed him to take a walk outside at this hour of the night?// She hugged the fur coat tightly about her, stumbling in snow drifts that were deeper than she had expected. From her window she had watched the King cross the garden and walk towards the stable block. Tired of being unable to sleep for fear of the confrontation that must come, she had decided to set time and place and perhaps gain some small advantage. Her husband had been a believer in grasping opportunity when it presented itself. He’d not been adverse to exploiting weakness or strength and turning it to his advantage. Every situation presented opportunity, be it good or bad, and he had known when best to exploit them. She had learned from him to ensure her survival in the cut throat world peace had birthed. Peace. Another opportunity for game playing behind closed doors for those with position and power to gain advantage. If the common citizen happened to benefit from their machinations it was likely to be mere coincidence. There were few she would term ‘honest’ politicians whose sole interest was in the benefits to be gained for their constituents. In recent years it reminded her more and more of the days when the Alliance had gathered power, where behind the scenes struggles shaped the conflict resulting in the near annihilation of Earth. If nothing else Milliardo Peacecraft had put an end to the bloodshed. Now the battles were fought in board rooms and common rooms, cabinet reshuffles and Presidential elections. Much as she loved her daughter, removing national borders had only presented problems in the long term. Problems some people were only now beginning to exploit. She could fault him for the brutality of his actions, for taking to the path of conflict and murder. Any death at the hands of another person was murder according to her husband and his father. They had seen the world in a very different light, and Stephan Peacecraft would never have contemplated holding the world beneath such a terrible threat. She wondered who that made strong and who weak. //I wonder what he would have been like had Stephan survived and the old Sanc with him? I have not the heart to guess.// Not an easy life, but he had survived and against the odds he had become King. She could not say she was pleased. She had been certain he had died in the ruins of the palace, crushed beneath a blazing ceiling. Such a beautiful place and such a terrible end. Dreams and innocence had perished that night, never to be reborn again. He was like a ghost. The ghost of those who had died, representing the dead he walked amidst the living. One of the dead returned to punish the living for their crimes against innocence. //Oh for… It’s this bloody place. It’s full of ghosts of the past. No wonder he creeps around at night.// End
|
