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"Baby Series 3"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. Pairing: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 142. Baby Series 3 #198. Begins
at roughly at the same time as End Game. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Peas Something had happened. He had no idea what it was to have brought an end to the run but he intended to find out. A bag of frozen peas? Nothing made a better makeshift ice pack than a bag of frozen peas in an emergency. It was malleable, could be easily shaped around most injuries on most parts of the anatomy and was relatively soft because of the size and shape of the peas within. He would make haste to get the peas and then find Milliardo and Duo and discover what had happened. A fall down the stairs seemed the most likely scenario. That would have been the most dangerous part of running through the hallways trying to catch the King. No matter that they were sure of foot even at speed. Aware of the danger or not, accidents did happen. It took only a little bad luck and one could find oneself tumbling head first. He would find out soon enough. He had heard the call for a medic but the infirmary was on the far side of the palace and it would take a few minutes for the staff to mobilise. He could be in the kitchen and out again faster thanthey could reach the foyer and he would have his answers. It had to be the foyer and that grand spiral of a staircase. A death trap is what he preferred to think of it as, and he damned the former Governor for his grandiose designs yet again. It was a pity the Run had been marred by injury and was called off prematurely. He had been enjoying himself and he had been hopeful of dragging down the infuriating blonde and having him, if only for a few seconds, enfolded in his arms. There would be an encore performance and he was bound and determined to succeed… if, of course, Milliardo chanced to be the subject of the Run. And, if it happened to be Maxwell who was to be pursued, that would work for him too. He hit the kitchen door running, hands outstretched before him and it swung open, slamming into the wall and he was through before it could rebound and smack him for his trouble. It was a matter of a few seconds to cross the room and open the freezer. Over the com line he could hear Pagan issuing instructions, restoring security to its regular night time routine. His fingers curled around an unopened packet of peas and he spun, shouldering the door of the freezer closed as he took off, fumbling for a few precious seconds with the door knob that suddenly seemed determined not to obey him, but then he was out and running once again. It would take little more than a minute to reach the foyer and he would know what had happened. Hopefully it had not been a bad tumble down the stairs and they did not have broken bones to contend with. ~ * ~ |
