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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: Duo Notes: Challenge 33. Baby Series 2 #58. Takes place shortly after the Unthinkable
Everyone Has A Motive Duo slipped into the shadows behind the oversized floral display. At the doors to the massive hall the reception line was breaking up and he watched as Milliardo offered his arm to Relena. The members of Parliament seemed inordinately pleased with themselves and unaware of the tension in both King and Princess. //Whose bright idea was this? Dorothy as Queen of Sanc? I don’t think so. Someone’s got a few screws loose if they can see that as a viable pairing.// He would need to take his place in his designated position to be seated for dinner but first he had something to do. “Maxwell, respond.” //Okay, so Heero beat me to it.// “Yup?” “Did you know Dorothy was invited?” “Nope. I was about to ask you the same.” “Hunter. Duchess Catalonia's invitation was cleared with security.” The quiet voice whispered from the earpiece Duo wore and he frowned. He had not expected to hear from Hunter. “An accident excluded the Germanic representative’s daughter.” “Dorothy just happened to have a slinky dress ready, huh?” “An investigation is underway.” Hunter’s low growl responded. “Get to your positions.” Duo slipped out from behind his cover and glared at the group of women on the arms of their escorts. Eight he thought might be serious contenders for the throne. The simpering smiles and exaggerated politeness he was witnessing sickened him. There was no doubt they were beautiful women and they had all been reared to the necessities of prominent and public positions. //I hate politics. What the hell am I doing here?// He caught a flash of platinum blonde and then the midnight hue of the shorter man and sighed. It would be worth the price if he could win the prize … or prizes. He slipped into his place and considered the schemes both personal and politically oriented taking place around him. Everyone had a motive for being here, a design they would nurture for their own advancement. The parliament were planting the seeds for the garden crop they intended to reap. So much for their agreement with Zechs to leave his marital status alone. They intended there be a Queen and they had provided him with a wide field of choice. //But whose stupid idea was it to include Dorothy?// Briefly he caught sight of her on the arm of the German Ambassador and he could not deny she was striking. One of the women she would be contending against leaned close to her and whispered. For the briefest moment Duo caught the pale blue eyes and a frosty calculating look he knew only too well then a sugary sweet smile curved full lips and Dorothy swept from his sight. A chill shot up Duo’s back and he offered his arm to his designated partner, complimented her on her beauty and led her to dinner. Something was moving, a seed stirring. //Dorothy means trouble. Big trouble. What fool brought her into this?// End |
