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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 + Pagan Notes: Challenge 77. Baby Series 2 #243. Takes
place a few minutes after Indeed Sir.
Nothing More Than Memory “You should sleep, Sir.” Milliardo sighed. “So you can wake me in an hour?” “Indeed, Sir.” “What time is it?” “A little after four, Sir, and the physician was adamant you rest.” The old man stood at the window, looking over the grounds beyond the balcony. He was unamused. He would learn who betrayed their security procedures, and he would not be merciful. He had lost too much to survive losing what had been regained. The people he had grown up with, served with and loved, were gone now. Most of them had died in the massacre, the few who had survived succumbing over the years, some to operations gone wrong, others simply to old age and weariness at life. He was too stubborn for his own good they had said, laughing over beer a long time ago, but his stubbornness and determination had brought about the restoration. A chance for Sanc to live again. He wondered what his colleagues would have thought of that. Impossible they had said, to bring it back; best to form a resistance and ensure the Alliance did not rest easy. He had proven them wrong. “I’m not looking forward to it.” “Sir?” He had almost forgotten where he was; who he was with. Turning to the bed he studied the younger man. So unlike his father, in everything but looks. Stephan Peacecraft could be found in those too handsome features. They were a handsome breed, the Peacecraft males, and they had no difficulty making themselves loved… or hated. Who could hope to keep pace with these men who took giant strides and reached conclusions in seconds, whilst it took others months of careful study and contemplation to achieve understanding? He knew the reasons behind this Peacecraft’s actions; to do as he had done. The Kushrenada heir had been involved, the two joining forces to change the shape of the world. One was gone now, nothing more than memory, a void within to one who had been more than a friend and colleague. Treize Kushrenada. Lucrezian Noin. Only two of the people this man had lost. They had much in common, he and the young King. How many friends had they each seen to the grave? How many more must the younger man farewell before his own death? //My days are numbered, my shoulders grown weary. When it comes I will not regret my passing, nor will I regret my life. Sanc will be safe. I need only ensure he has those best suited to aid and protect him, even from himself.// The intrusion into the palace had brought back the night of terror; the losses and heartache of a world destroyed. It brought back faces and voices lost in the past, ghosts briefly visiting, to slide away once more into winter darkness. It was not his time to rest, but it was good to know they waited for him.
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