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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Pairing: Relena + Pagan, Relena + Zechs Notes: Challenge 29. Baby Series 2 #42. Takes place the day after Life Is Not A Fairytale. 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.
Sugar And Sweetness “I believe I am as ready as I will ever be to beard the beast.” Relena flashed a glance over her shoulder at Pagan. “Are you sure he is well enough for this?” “The doctor is of the opinion that your brother needs to rest and there is nothing of a serious nature we need to concern ourselves with. The flashback appears to be over and with another day or so of rest he will be permitted to resume his duties.” “What about the fever?” Relena smoothed the skirt of her pale blue gown, her attention focused on Pagan. “His temperature is still slightly elevated but nothing to be concerned over. I assure you, Miss Relena I am more than capable of convincing His Majesty of the wisdom of consenting to be implanted with the tracer.” “I have no doubt that you are quite capable, Pagan, but why should you have all the fun? I am just dying to give my brother the dressing down he deserves. Have no fear, I shall be all sugar and sweetness and I shall not permit an unladylike word to escape these lips.” The old retainer sighed wondering if the repercussions of abducting the young woman and secreting her in some isolated room of the manor until he had convinced the King of the necessity of the tracking device would be noticed. He would appeal to the sensibilities of the king who must have been shaken at his own reaction to something as simple as snowfall. He had little doubt Milliardo would be reasonable after the lives of so many had been affected by the incident. The Princess Royal had recovered from her fright and after ensuring all parties were healthy and recovering after two days of rest was now champing at the bit to inform her brother in no doubt glowing terms just how frightened she had been by the entire incident. That she would have her say he did not doubt but he had hoped to deal with the matter discreetly. “I shall make sugar seem sour with the sweetness I am capable of exuding. Tea please, Pagan. My brother’s favourite, of course and sugar cubes. Yes, cubes please, not granules.” This was not going to work out as he had hoped, and after so long in the service of the Peacecrafts he knew when he stood no chance of victory. Resigning himself to picking up the pieces in the aftermath Pagan bowed formally. “Yes, Miss Relena.” “Don’t worry, Pagan, I’ll be gentle.” A quick rap of her knuckles to the door and she entered the room without waiting for an answer and widened her eyes at the view of a broad pale golden back as Milliardo shrugged into a floor length robe and the scandalized manservant hastily drew the deep burgundy velvet around him, releasing the cascading flood of white gold hair. “Woops, sorry Brother. Obviously you are feeling better. Good. Pagan is coming with tea and we need to talk.” End |
