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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: Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 65. Baby Series 2 #196. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Cause And Effect.
Contemplating The Snow Beyond the window the landscape shone blue in the moonlight, picture perfect, the parklands of the rear gardens a field of unbroken fresh snow. Like something he would expect to see in a painting, perhaps an old masterpiece. Maxwell claimed there was a painting of interest to him somewhere in this museum they called home. The house was full of artefacts recovered from the old palace, the ruins of which lay softened by snow, half buried beneath heavy snowfall. //What must the fairytale have been like to live? What must Milliardo recall every time he sees the ruin?// Colonial Genetic Reproduction Corporation. Dare he hope? In the back rooms of the huge mansion the Alliance appointed Governor had constructed lay a painting. //I need to see that painting, confirm who it is of and that she bore a son who became King. If Milliardo is a direct descendent … He may claim he does not plan, merely react, but Maxwell is a scheming bastard who plans with meticulous detail. I have underestimated him too often.// What was he doing, standing here contemplating the snow and the possibilities of grasping at what he was certain had been a fading dream. //I should not be wasting time. If she was a Princess of the clan, perhaps there is the possibility of something not dissimilar to my desire. Gene splicing would permit a child to be born, blooded of Sanc and Clan. It would need more than one attempt to produce a viable embryo.// He was considering it? Maxwell was dangling a very juicy and sweet carrot in front of a starving donkey. He would need to plan, take each step with exacting precision to bring about the desired effect. Maxwell had his method for gaining what he wanted but Wu Fei was not so haphazard in nature. He needed to plan how best to achieve the desired result. “Hey, Chang.” He turned. Duo was standing in the doorway, grinning like a loon. “Don’t forget to include me in those plans I can hear grinding away in your head. I’m not about to take a back seat anymore.” No, he did not deserve a back seat and unfortunately Wu Fei could not see how Duo could come from this with his fondest desire intact. Sanc was as tied by tradition as his own clan. It was true homosexual relationships were accepted here, marriage was even permitted by their law. It was one thing for the common man to express their love and publicly display it, another thing entirely for their King to be seen in such a display. The idea the people might accept Milliardo wedding a male seemed unlikely. The idea they would meekly accept their King in a three-way male relationship was simply ludicrous. //I am tired already of propriety and diplomacy and it will become my way of life.// He turned his back to the window and held out his hand, beckoning. “Duo.” It was nice to hug. End
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