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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: Duo + Pagan Notes: Challenge 40. Baby Series 2 #91. Takes
place a few minutes after Traditional Values.
Tired “Mr. Maxwell. The night appears to be treating you well.” “I could really do with an escape and a drink a little stiffer than what I have been drinking.” Duo suppressed a yawn. “I could do with my bed, Pagan. Do we really have to go through this every other day?” Pagan looked drawn, definitely tired but he seemed to be fresher than Duo felt despite the gulf between their ages. The old man had had many years of learning to conserve his energy to last out the night and Pagan had not been required to trip the light fantastic on the dance floor. “Unfortunately, yes. None of the gatherings between now and Christmas Eve will be such grand affairs as this, of course and the King may depart within two hours if he so wills it. The hosts will, of course, endeavour to entertain the King for as long as possible.” “I don’t know how he can dance every dance, my feet are killing me. He’s not happy.” Duo’s tone was quiet and thoughtful and his observation was a statement, not a question. Pagan turned to the dance floor, watching as the King spun his current partner around in the waltz. To the casual observer Milliardo Peacecraft looked immaculate and unflappable. “You seem certain of that, Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh yeah. Man’s not happy at all. She is a chatterbox but he’s too much the gentlemen to tell her to shut her gob.” “Language, Mr. Maxwell. Remember the company we are keeping.” Pagan murmured. Duo offered up a tired grin by way of apology. “It seems Dorothy put the cat amongst the pigeons. Lady Richenda thinks Dorothy gained Brownie points by getting him to really smile.” The old man nodded. “I noted that myself. No doubt that has much to do with His Majesty's current disposition. There are only so many bad jokes a person can take without screaming. I sincerely hope he can contain himself.” Dorothy swirled past in the arms of her sponsor, her dark gown sweeping the floor in sharp contrast to the cascade of pale blond hair. Relena followed smiling at her partner but Duo could tell she was tired and he wondered if her feet hurt worse than his. At least he was not wearing heels. “Has Chang turned up yet?” “Mr. Chang has returned and apologised for his hasty departure. More will be said at a later time. Do you have any idea as to what happened?” “He’s got a lot of fire, Wu Fei. It does not usually take much to set his Justice rant off or send him into a state of high dungeon. I’m not sure I really want to know.” Pagan half turned to run an experienced eye over the gathering, seeking sign of any situation that might need attention. Spirits were running high and it was a part of his duties for the evening to ensure no one else made a scene. End
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