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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Pairing: Heero + Duo + Wu Fei + Zechs Notes: Challenge 26. Baby Series 2 #32. Takes place immediately after Who Goes and Who Stays. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Many thanks to Dulin for her work as beta.
In The Shadow's Dancing “We can’t sit here and stare at each other. Time to decide.” Duo positioned his feet closer to the brick. It was cooling rapidly. “There are as many points for as against either option.” Heero scowled. “We can’t remain here if what you say is true about the weather closing in and not lifting for days. We don’t have the resources to survive.” “Therefore we all go.” Duo muttered. “Why expose all needlessly to the elements? It will take two of us to reach the palace and help.” Chang interjected. “Therefore two go and two stay.” Duo sighed, caught Milliardo’s eye and the quirk of his lips. “Which two? I should be one.” Heero declared. “I’m strong and I’ve been trained to ignore discomfort.” “I also have been trained to focus on a goal. You and I should go.” Chang nodded decisively, deciding there would be no argument. “And what am I, jello?” Duo glared. “You weigh less and would be prone to being blown over.” Chang returned. “You have first aid certification and Milliardo must be monitored. He must not sleep for more than an hour and …” “I know how to treat concussion, Chang and I’m not that much of a fly weight.” Blue eyes tinted with amethyst glared fiery temper into cold obsidian and very deliberately Duo smirked and reached to lightly twine a lock of pale hair around his finger, out of sight of the king but within full sight of Chang. Heero’s eyes widened and Chang’s daggers glare became glacial rage. “You should …” “You will not …” “No arguing. This is serious! You should know better.” Heero very deliberately removed the lock of hair from Duo’s touch and glared each into submission. “Milliardo needs attention and sitting here arguing is accomplishing nothing.” Sulking silence descended and they listened to the creak of the trees and the rattle of the metal roof. Milliardo looked up and his eyes went quickly to the pine bough plugging the hole. He had no idea why Maxwell and Chang had begun sniping again as he’d thought they had progressed past that point. He felt responsible for their predicament and was determined to get them out of the storm. For a moment the firelight flared then dimmed and in the moment between, in the shadows dancing in the cold hut he thought he saw the suggestion of a tall form, arm extended to indicate the compromised roof. The creak of wood under pressure sent a shiver down his back and he surged to his feet, swiping his briefs up as he moved. The world spun around him and he felt three sets of hands steadying him. “Hey man, easy.” “Get dressed now! We need to move.” “Zechsy …?” “Milliardo …?” “What …? Why?” Heero frowned. “No time! Move! Grab your clothes.” Above them the roof creaked, a low ominous groan that set them all to throwing on their clothes. End |
