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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: Relena + Mrs. Darlian Notes: Challenge 77. Baby Series 2 #244. Takes place at approximately the same time as Indeed, Sir.
I Want To Be Me “I miss your father.” Relena had no desire to sleep, too keyed by the nights excitement, and her mother gave no indication she wished to retire to bed. They sat on the rug before the hearth, the fire freshly stoked, waiting for the all clear. “I do too.” “You would have liked King Stephan. He adored you and spoiled you shamelessly.” Relena laughed softly. “I have been told on a number of occasions I am shamelessly spoiled, so I don’t think I missed out, Mother.” “We had good times together, as a family. I know he was away a great deal, but when he was home it was good.” Relena leaned against her mother, her hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Heero had come to assure her the excitement was over, but she needed to remain with her mother for a time. It had been good to see he was unharmed and to know no one else was hurt. It worried her people could die to keep her safe, and all she wanted was to see everyone enjoyed a peaceful life. Her foster father had wanted it. Peace between Earth and the Colonies. Her natural father had wanted it. They had both died for Peace, and perhaps she too would die working in its name. So many died, on opposing sides, all in the name of peace. Her brother had lost his lover to the fight for Peace. It was surreal to think of her brother and Treize Kushrenada being lovers. She suspected their intimate relationship had been brief. Soldiers, expecting to fight and possibly die; to lose friends, acquaintances and lovers to the spectre of death. All for peace. Was it different for people such as her fathers to die in the name of peace? Death was, after all, death. It came in many forms to take and leave you feeling empty and alone; adrift in the world. It changed the world, making everything wrong, but you were expected to carry on. You did not forget those lost, but you were expected to get on and do, not wallow in the past. It was not only to death one lost people. How long since she had visited, or been visited by, her old school chums? It seemed like another world. Her friends had been from affluent families, moved in the same social circles, but none came to visit. It was as though there was a wall, a barrier that set them apart from one another, and she was tired of it. “Relena?” “I’m sorry. I was thinking of everything I have lost…of everyone I seem to have lost over the years. When did I stop being Relena and become this other person even my school friends do not want to know? I am tired of who I have been made to be, and I want to be me.” ~ * ~
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