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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 Notes: Challenge 74. Baby Series 2 #232. Takes
place at the same time as Distortion.
Falling All of his dreams lay in the future. All of his careful planning would be for the future he most fondly desired. Fondly? How understated. How inaccurate. He thirsted for what he might not achieve. He might have been in the midst of a desert, parched by baking heat, devoid of life giving water. Such was his fear of failure. The weight of the Clan would rest with him, and there would be no compensation for surrendering his freedom. Why had they told him he was not the last? Why had they not permitted him blissful ignorance of his responsibilities? Because they were his responsibilities. Milliardo had given himself to Sanc and expected little joy from his life. There was Stephen and the sun would warm Milliardo’s days, lighted by Stephen’s mere presence, but a child was not a lover. An adult who gave of himself to see his partner smile, that was what was needed. Gilded halls were no replacement for love. Male or female it did not matter, nothing could compare to the fulfilment of love. Milliardo would know and despair. He would make it happen. For them both. They would fly in the face of convention. So long as he could feel a lover’s heat, so long as he could feel their fulfilment, he would tolerate the trappings of power. Parliament and Clan must see reason. Yuy was a half-step ahead, and if he was not careful he might trip himself up in Yuy’s feet. They were so close he could feel the heat rising from Heero, and that in itself was astonishing given the heat he was generating. The door was ahead, closed and they had no idea what lay beyond. They should stop and consider their course of action. They should regain their breath, steady their metabolism and think this through. But Milliardo and Stephen were there and who knew what was happening? Milliardo would not have waited. Yuy’s hand was on the latch and he was leaning in. Chang felt their feet clip, tangle and he was falling. The door swung inward, Yuy grunted and he flailed as he sought to regain his balance. There was no time for falling flat on his face! He had a rescue to effect and he would kill if necessary. He was sure Heero cursed, but there was more to think about. A shape, dark in the poor light, loomed ahead and he had the impression of a sword glinting in moonlight. Despite the tumble, despite their ungraceful entrance, he would not fail. Reaching he grasped material and dragged the intruder down. A startled, bitten off exclamation marked Yuy’s landing, thankfully on the man Wu Fei had captured. His own landing, cushioned by both the intruder and Yuy, was memorable for Yuy’s elbow in his gut and he curled up, trying to drag air back into aching lungs. End |
