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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: Milliardo Notes: Challenge 145. Baby Series 3 #208. Takes
place immediately after Territorial Disputes Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Strays and Misfits Strays and misfits could carve something out of nothing that could be exceptional. Maxwell had a ruined past, Milliardo was well aware of the details pertaining to the younger man's personal history. It amazed him how the man he knew had evolved from the ruin that was his past. An exceptional strength of character that was Duo Maxwell. Duo would not allow himself to be ground down by the vagaries of fate, and with him as an example who was he, the son of a Peacecraft, to wallow in self pity and bemoan the hand dealt to him? There were so many people out there in the world who had known worse. The opportunity existed for them to shape something that could help others who had had their worlds torn asunder. And not just through war. They could make Sanc a place for those who had lost everything to gather and find renewed hope. Sanc might be considered less than a third rate country by the world, but the character of her people would bring them up to stand on a pedestal and shine like a beacon in the darkness. Strays and misfits could find a welcome here, a hope that would be denied to them elsewhere if he had anything to say about it. Where to start? Why not with these two friends who were so at odds over something that was not worth tearing their friendship apart? Fate could do some strange things. The small life stretched across his forearm was proof of that. Nelson's mother had come from the streets, just another stray whose life had been disrupted by war. She had been taken in by a groom's young son and she was nothing special, just a common street moggy too tough to go down without a fight and had fallen into a brighter future than her litter mates had likely endured. Her kittens now lived in the palace estate, roaming the stables, keeping down the rodent population, spreading smiles throughout the human population. Nelson had even moved into the palace itself. Strays were opportunistic and knew when to take a chance and when to slink away and survive. He doubted Winner would be approving of being looked upon as a common street stray, but really, what difference did blue blood make? Life was what you made of it and sometimes it paid to be opportunistic. Who knew where it might lead you? His eyes flittered to Chang. Into a King's bed? Blue eyes shuttered behind long pale lashes and he resisted
the sigh. Better the bed of the chestnut haired firebrand who had
loved him for so much longer. ~ * ~ |
