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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 162. Baby Series 3 #259. Takes place approximately half an hour after Funny Ha Ha. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Missing Time Sometimes he wondered where time had gone. He had missed important time with family, friends... with life in general. There were instances when he had the feeling that he had, somehow, skipped through time. That somehow, some `when', he had blinked and the world had turned without him. Life seemed to have moved on without his conscious awareness, flowing onward around him and his presence had caused not so much as a ripple of disturbance. He was a non person. A non event. Other times it felt like the world pivoted at his feet. No matter what he did the world took notice of his every action. He was observed, analysed, judged. Unseen eyes watched, unseen ears listened, unseen hands waited to enact change upon the world in reaction to his every breath. He could wish he had had a quieter life. A life free of the trials that had cost so many people so much. It was not all his fault. Events were not all his doing. Yet it seemed to him that he bore the weight of the blame because he was the survivor. Treize had died and left him to rebuild from the ruin, trusting him to make something wonderful out of the ruins of so much war for so many years. Why had there been so much fighting and for so long? Would mankind never learn their lessons? Must others in the future fight the kinds of battles he and his friends had survived? Must others lose their lovers, husbands, wives, sons, parents... Missing time, having it slide by, being unnoticed by those who lived and breathed in the same space as he... Was that worse than being enveloped by it as a surging tidal force? What would Treize think of him for sitting here, on the balcony overlooking the sweep and sway of the dancers and thinking such foolish thoughts? There was nothing profound about what occupied him. It was merely a distraction, something to amuse him whilst he made use of the too brief minutes he was allocated for a break. No, there was nothing profound to be found in his contemplations. A few snatches of longing, an undertone of nostalgia, the spice of wonderment and the zest of the unknown to be faced at some time in the near future. Time had not passed him by. He had been in the thick of it, he would continue to be in the thick of change and whilst some might not appreciate his existence he would not quietly prostrate himself for them to tramp over him in spiked boots. He would face each day as it came, push for the furtherance of Sanc and try to build a better world for future generations. That was all he or anyone else could do. ~ * ~ |
