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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 Notes: Challenge 76. Baby Series 2 #240. Takes
place during It’s Christmas.
We Have Priorities Pagan listened to the doctor, his eyes sweeping over the room. Yuy was having words with Chang, thankfully nothing physical, before leaving. Maxwell, the incorrigible idiot, practically danced across the room, all bright eyes and Cheshire Cat grin. //What am I to do with that young man? He is the most dangerous of them. The joker. He would kill without a thought. They all would, Milliardo included.// He was far from a tame King, a fact Parliament did not fully understand. This foolish attempt to have a Queen chosen for Sanc would produce nothing more than stony silence from the King. Parliament planned a wedding, awaiting only the name to engrave on the invitations. Pagan watched Maxwell’s grin fade slowly, before dawning with renewed brilliance. It amused Pagan as, while Duo had held the mistletoe, it had been Chang doing the kissing, and there had been no knife at his throat to force the issue. “…big X-mas might have you running…” Pagan inclined his head the better to see Chang’s face blanch. “… but if you want to jump those hot bones again…” He snickered softly, aware of the doctor watching the young men with a bemused expression. Deciding he needed to distract the man, he focused on the Doctor’s report; there was the possibility of a concussion. “I assume you wish the King to rest?” The physician inclined his head slightly. “It would be best for the King to be monitored, woken at hourly intervals. I would curtail strenuous activities tomorrow… today… given the Christmas celebrations tomorrow. The man has a good sized lump on the back of his head, and though he was spared broken ribs, he is still bruised.” Pagan smirked, thankful his moustache would hide much of his expression. There was a reason he did not trim his eyebrows and barely neatened the bushy growth beneath his nose. “You would advise bed rest?” “For at least the first half of the day and keep him from strenuous activity. Certainly no morning work out, as is his usual routine, and I will attend him in the evening.” “I will see to the alterations in his schedule.” “He should sleep, but with him, one never can be sure. See he is stirred periodically, as safely as possible, given his past.” Pagan nodded, farewelled the physician and turned in time to see Maxwell swoop under the crushed mistletoe and seal his mouth to Chang’s. “Gentlemen, this is hardly the appropriate place to engage in such activities. You have four hours to complete your assignment, after which I expect to see you in the Kings chambers. We have priorities, Gentlemen.” ~ * ~
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