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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 Notes: Challenge 72. Baby Series 2 #227. Takes
place after Prowling.
Glint of Silver Of all things he had expected to find it was, assuredly, not this. Zechs Merquise was keyed to kill. There would be no quarter given. No mercy should one hair on the child’s head be touched. He was not inclined to mercy, and he did not care if he received dispensation for the necessity of the act or not. Let them try him as a killer. No one touched his son. Moonlight bathed the nursery, the curtains open, revealing the cot and the dark form standing with arms raised in a gesture of surrender. Moonlight made shadows of the three figures, one the intruder he had followed with the intent to kill if necessary. It was the other presence that held his hand. One of the three slender shadows surrounding the intruder moved, approaching him. Slender, features hidden by the darkness, it was never the less unmistakably female. Moonlight glinted on jewellery worn at her left breast and at the glint of silver his heart thudded in his chest. The world wavered and he was small and frightened. The roar of flames was all about him, the heat terrible. He was alone, abandoned and he had nowhere to run. Everyone was running from the flames, but where was he to run? The room was engulfed in flames, and mixed with the roar were screams and horrible sounds he knew meant someone died. Sanc might be a pacifist nation but he had heard gunfire before. Hands closed on him and he was too blinded by the smoke to see who was there. What he could see was the light of the flames reflecting on a silver pin, the crescent moon and the sword piercing it, and the acrid smoke took even that sight from him. All was darkness with a deep red glow. She was coughing, the same harsh hacking that shook his small frame. He was being led somewhere and he was afraid to go, but he was afraid to remain and at least someone was there. Someone had not abandoned him to flee for their own life. Something was thrown about him, smothering him and his struggle was stilled by arms enfolding him tightly. “Hold still. I will get you out of here, Little Prince. Grisselda is here.” He blinked, the room swimming into focus and he was in his own time, in his son’s nursery, and the crescent moon pierced by a sword was still there. “Grisselda?” “Moonlight on Snow.” She bowed low. “In accordance with our ancient Charter with the House of the Moon, the Order of Grisselda stands as protection to the Heir. We are here this night to dispense our obligation, and to dispense justice to those who threaten the Children of the Moon.” He remembered another voice, old and bidding him return Stephen to Sanc and promising to protect him. The same voice from long ago where there was snow and standing stones and safety. End
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