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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: Heero + Relena, Heero + Pagan Notes: Challenge 66. Baby Series 2 #201. Takes
place at the same time as A Mission.
With Due Restraint The summons to attend Pagan dragged him away when he had been thoroughly enjoying himself. Relena was warm and smelled divine in his arms and she had tasted like sweet wine. He had been tempted to ignore the page but he was too aware of his duty and Relena had heard the beeper. She had smiled and they’d kissed, each savouring the other’s taste and he had left her. Pagan had sent his location in the page, three simple numbers designating a room, the code known only to he and Hunter. He had long suspected the old man of being Hunter and confirmation had come as no surprise. He had a great deal of respect for the old man so determined to protect the Peacecrafts. Bitter failure in the past by the then Hunter had culminated in massacre and Pagan, now Hunter, was determined there would be no failures. He had protected Relena from infancy and celebrated the restoration of the monarchy his family had served for generations. For his part Heero had never been so content. He was secretly Hunter in training and publicly courting Relena. Many thought he had no chance, that Relena would wed for politics and power and should she be fortunate enough to find love, well and good. She might indeed wed for politics, but he was young enough to be hopeful. He closed the door quietly, his joggers giving him an almost soundless tread on the floorboards. Pagan would know he was there, the old man’s instincts were almost frightening and more than once Heero had been humbled by his skills. Skilled as he was there was still a great deal he had to learn from the old man. “I have a mission for you requiring the utmost discretion. You are aware of the fireworks display scheduled for the Christmas festivities.” He desired to avoid the celebration. Such displays in the past had awoken unwanted memories. The colour and beauty which delighted spectators served only to remind him of battle and death. The cacophony of the blasts sent him back to days he would sooner forget, but one conversation with Pagan and he had realized there could be no more avoiding such displays. The needs of the Family came first. He had worried at his reaction to the fireworks, but after hearing Pagan’s concerns his fears had paled into insignificance. He was in total agreement with his ranking superior, the fireworks were a bad idea given the King was barely holding together after his last flashback. The first instance had been induced by a blizzard, what might they expect when the night rang with explosions? “It would be best for the King if it did not take place.” A knot dissolved in Heero’s gut. He was given permission to stop the event. With due restraint, of course. This was not wartime but this mission was one he would fulfil with great pleasure. “Mission accepted.” End
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