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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: Pagan + Heero Notes: Challenge 66. Baby Series 2 #200. Takes
place after A Promise.
A Mission It seemed half the population of the palace was active this night. Pagan sighed. At least the King had returned unscathed and had not experienced a flashback. For Milliardo it was approaching the most dangerous time of the year and Pagan could not forget it. //I must increase the night patrols. If he slips by his bodyguard, and he is more than capable of it, then I dare not lose him on the grounds. Christmas night will be the worst.// The night of the Christmas celebration would be the most dangerous time, when he must watch the King like a hawk and be prepared for anything to happen. He had his own nightmares every Christmas as, no doubt, did each and every survivor of the massacre, be it at the palace or city. //It would be best if he spent the night with company. I doubt he will dare to sleep and short of sedating him, which would lower his defences against the nightmares, I believe there will be little chance of him settling down.// This year it would be particularly bad. Pagan’s first Christmas upon his return to Sanc had been bad, though each successive year had become easier. For Milliardo it would be his first Christmas in Sanc since the massacre and given he already had experienced one flashback, it was inevitable more would follow. One particular scheduled event worried him. The more he thought about it the more set against the display he was. It was dangerous, even foolhardy to have this multimillion credit fireworks display, but his protests had fallen on deaf ears. Parliament were insistent on celebrating their wonderful year in which they regained a monarchy. He had hoped the weather would close in but the forecast was for a fine evening, no return of the blizzard conditions which had set Milliardo off last time. It would not be a blizzard to trigger memories but the repeated explosive detonation of fireworks simulating a past night of terror for a six-year-old child. He did not know if the man that child had become would survive two hours of explosions. //It will be wonderful if the King loses control in full sight of the court, visiting dignitaries and on national television.// He had to do something, not as Pagan the butler, not even as Hunter, but as the man’s friend. It was fortunate Milliardo had friends who were not shy in protecting him without his consent. The door opened quietly behind him and he did not turn. The tread of his visitor was quiet, almost silent on the bare floor and the steps stopped a little behind him. “I have a mission for you requiring the utmost discretion. You are aware of the fireworks display scheduled for the Christmas festivities.” It was not a question. “It would be best for the King if it did not take place.” Blue eyes narrowed. “Mission accepted.” End
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