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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: Milliardo + Dorothy Notes: Challenge 41. Baby Series 2 #92. Takes
place after Waltz [Challenge 39] and approximately at the same time
as Traditional Values [Challenge 40].
You Do Not Forget Him “You have changed very little.” Her smile was wide and genuine and Dorothy winked up at him before tilting her head coquettishly, the picture of maidenly innocence. Her slender waist was under his hand and her delicate fingers enveloped in his as the strains of a Strauss waltz filled the air. “A little older and hopefully a little wiser.” She nodded briefly to her sponsor and they became just another couple weaving a graceful path across the dance floor. “If we do not learn from the past there is no hope for any of us.” Dorothy pursed her lips and inclined her head. “Do you still think of him, Mr. Milliardo?” “Always.” “I wonder if he would be pleased with how the world turned. He had such vision and the courage to see his vision through despite the hurdles.” Milliardo could almost see his one-time lover amid the dancers, guiding some fortunate woman expertly around the dance floor, grace personified. He had wished he might dance with Treize but they had been too aware of the strictures of convention. Neither had wished to make an already difficult plan impossible. “He had the courage of his convictions and the will to see it done.” “Things would be very different had he not died.” Dorothy murmured. Treize’s death hurt but it was pain he welcomed in the intervening years. Pain reminded him as nothing else could of the value of life. Death was a personal price they had been willing to pay. He wondered if Treize had ever regretted the days and nights they might have shared. Treize Kushrenada’s strong character and iron clad conviction had only once succumbed to the desires that flowed between them. One night in the quiet before the storm. One night of warmth, almost magical to remember for the length of his days. Treize had known, Milliardo was sure, he would not be returning from the final battle they had so painstakingly orchestrated. One night to remember when he had shared with his soulmate more than the weight of eventual peace. They had been so young and too aware of the chaos in the world. They had devised conditions required to bring about not merely peace but lasting peace. The kind of peace the next generation would not see destroyed in a spate of hot anger and blood. He, like Treize, had been willing to die for that peace. //There would be no Stephan had we not taken those steps into the darkness. If Treize had not had the strength of character to carry the world on his shoulders.// “I’m sorry.” Dorothy rested her head for a mere instant against his shoulder and he could feel her sorrow, different from his own but no less real. You did not forget a man with that kind of character in a few years. //You do not forget him… Ever.// End
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