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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina Rating: PG 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. Pairing: Relena Notes: Challenge 32. Baby Series 2 #58. Takes
place shortly after Milliardo’s Sister.
The Unthinkable
They had to be nearing the end of the reception line and she could think about sitting down. Following the meal she would be expected to open the dancing with Milliardo and then make herself available to dance with every suitor and visiting dignitary. The night could not end soon enough. “There are six more to be presented, Sir. Thereafter we shall make our way to the dining hall.” A quick glance at Milliardo showed Pagan slipping away behind them and she sighed softly. The end was in sight and oh that chair would look wonderful. Which of the young men would be seated to her side? It would be nice if it was Heero but she knew the parliament would have placed him as far from her as possible. If only she was not the Princess. Had she attended as Vice Foreign Minister she could have been presented to her brother and then slipped away and hidden behind that huge vase of magnificent flowers. There was a nook there she had used before to gain a few minutes respite but that luxury was denied the Princess Royal. She smiled and took the hand of the next couple being presented and the hand of the two after that and had no idea by the time they walked on who she had just greeted. This reception line was simply too long and no one could expect her to remember even a quarter of the faces paraded past her. That was what personal assistants were for, to provide you with a name before you embarrassed yourself and your country. //I wonder if I can sneak a few minutes behind the flowers sometime tonight? It would be lovely if I could meet Heero there, even for a few seconds.// Another blur of faces through the door and bowing to Milliardo though this one seemed vaguely familiar and she forced herself to focus. Her eyes widened and she caught herself before her jaw gaped. Why had she had no warning? Who was responsible for this? Why had the intelligence service not informed her of this guest above all others? She was blooming, of course. She always looked exquisite, vitally alive and dynamic. She sent a stir throughout every room she entered and no one could fail to notice her. It was unthinkable she be present without some advance warning being given. Aware of the danger of flashbacks Relena stared anxiously at Milliardo until he glanced at her and nodded, assuring her he was well. A rustle of black silk and the unmistakable floral perfume so at odds with the personality of the young woman who enjoyed shocking people and Relena knew time had not tamed her. “Good evening, Miss Relena. Shall I have my wedding gown and flowers ordered now?” “Dorothy.” End |
