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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: pagan + Milliardo, Dorothy Notes: Challenge 39. Baby Series 2 #86. Takes
place at the same time as Of Fantasy And Reality.
Waltz The swirl of the waltz brought back past years when the dancers he watched were the parents of the King and Princess. Waltz after waltz they would share with politically chosen partners but always the King reserved the final dance for his Queen. While he began the dancing with his wife for formality the final dance would be theirs for romance. //Perhaps Mr. Yuy and Her Highness might uphold the tradition.// “Would you mind telling me what is going on?” Pagan offered the King a champagne flute, eyes roving over the seething mass of humanity. It was too much to ask the King might have missed the dramatics of his irate parliamentary liaison. Any hope of keeping the king in the dark was dashed by an icy glare and silent threat. “I believe the usual tensions from quiet conversations in darkened corners. Your drink, Sir.” He offered up the flute. He could almost see the thundercloud forming above the King’s head and Pagan sighed, inclining his head respectfully in surrender. Milliardo would not be put off. “What am I drinking?” “Carbonated spring water with lemon juice.” “Good.” Milliardo sipped the drink and arched an eyebrow. “Well? What has our Gundam Pilots all aflutter? Council representatives do not take kindly to being mistaken for floors. They like to do the walking over bodies, not be the bodies.” “A delicate matter of a personal nature was raised, I believe. Rather unexpectedly. Something better not whispered about in company.” His gaze flicked to the approaching woman behind the king’s back in tactic warning. Milliardo glanced in the mirror to one side and sighed. He had not been looking forward to this particular dance, not that he was looking forward to any of them. “I want a full report on the drive to the palace. No crimping or avoiding the facts.” “Of course, Sir. I shall question Mr. Yuy at the first convenience. I believe Mr. Maxwell was involved and at this time has no knowledge of the why of Mr. Chang’s sudden departure.” Milliardo looked far from happy. “I see. You had best find Heero and learn what you can. You can also make certain I have a decent brandy waiting when I return home.” “Indeed, Sir. I have already chosen an appropriate vintage which should be smooth enough to sooth.” “Nothing too genteel. I would prefer something to knock me into the middle of next week.” Milliardo turned and pasted the neutral smile he had practised so long ago under Treize’s direction into place. “I believe it is time for our dance, Dorothy?” “Indeed, Mr. Milliardo. It is time for me to wave my wand and cast a spell asking the birds of the air to craft me a bridge that I might walk to the stars and woo my lofty Star Prince to the altar of romance.” Pagan stared, Milliardo sighed and wished the night was over. “Shall I lead, Dear Prince?” Dorothy smirked. End
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