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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: Trowa Notes: Challenge 112. Baby Series 3 #104. Takes
place a few minutes following Enough Was Enough. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Trowa One of his dearest friends made an art form of not telling lies. Trowa ground his shoulders into the leather of the high backed chair. Duo could skirt around the truth with skill, but personally Trowa thought the effort was too much. He was not personally adverse to telling lies, even little white ones, though they tended to be more effort than the full blown variety. Little white lies blew up in your face with little, if any, warning and the resulting shrapnel tended to dig deep and linger. He smirked, wondering in a moment of pure self indulgence, if he would ever outgrow thinking in terms of the violence of his past. Quatre had introduced him to another world. His earliest memories were of the mercenary band he had run with until they had been decimated. There had been no problem with that group telling lies of various colours and depths of severity. A lie was a lie, someone had said that to him one day. He could not place a face to the words, but he did not try overly hard either. Some lies were backed by malicious intent, others by good intent, but the truth was they were all lies. Nothing good would ever come of them. Duo told lies, though he tried his hardest not to. Lies were more than spoken words. They could be the looks one directed at another in secret and words spoken in whispers in darkened corners. They could be words spoken with love and still they were poison in the light of reason. Trowa had lied to himself when he had decided it would be best for him and Quatre to part. He should have worked harder at getting his partner to acknowledge his faults… their faults… and worked to solve their problems. His heart had screamed in pain to walk away, even as it had screamed to stay and watch Quatre work himself into a hole. Quatre had had the guts and intelligence to come after him, to demand to know why he had left in the night. He had left a note. A note with a few measly words, no real explanation yet the few words said everything he wanted to say; if you looked between the words, if you squinted, and if you sat down and thought about it. Which Quatre had done, in his absence. `I can't take it any more'. Six simple words containing all of his frustration and heartache, his need, anger and his despair. They had not been a lie. Quatre had come after him. Quatre had loved him enough to leave someone else to look after Winner Enterprises while he worked out their personal relationship and formed a foundation of understanding. He had told Quatre when he had agreed to return that he would not again allow his lover to fall into that hole. That too had not been a lie. Still… Quatre was going to be so peeved with him.
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