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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: Pagan Notes: Challenge 117. Baby Series 3 #120. Takes
place at the same time as His Fate. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Discretion And Caution "What's Milliardo doing?" Pagan placed the tray on the sideboard and arched a bushy eyebrow. "Miss Relena?" Relena stood at the window, the heavy curtain drawn aside as she looked over the grounds. Heero and her mother sat near the fire, trapped by her decision they have afternoon tea; the atmosphere was not nearly as tense as she had feared it might be. "Milliardo. I thought he would be with Stephen, but he's outside. It's snowing." The weather would start warming up soon, but winter did not willingly give up its embrace on Sanc. Soon enough the constant snowfall would become rain as the weather warmed and everything that was white now would become green and new. Spring was a sight to behold in Sanc. "I believe Master Milliardo is taking the air, Miss. Young Master Stephen is not well this morning and I believe Helen is a little tetchy." And even Milliardo was wary of Helen Butterworth, Relena mused. She was a rather formidable woman if you trespassed in her domain, but still, Relena would not have thought her brother would abandon his son if the child was poorly. "He looks so… alone… standing in the ruins like that." The old man's demeanour shifted subtly and by the fire Heero tensed, but Hunter's fathomless eyes warned him to remain seated. Heero understood; Pagan would deal with the matter. "I'll serve, Pagan. You may go." Lady Alice was, as always, observant. "Relena, stop letting the draft in and come sit by the fire." Pagan slipped from the room, a quick glance assuring him there were no witnesses and he tapped the earpiece he wore. "Hunter. Who is observing the King?" "Michael Farrel and Jason Svensen. " "Patch me through." Click. "Svensen." "Report your location." "The old castle ruins, Hunter. By request we are standing back, but we have the King in sight. I was intending to contact you, sir. He's very quiet and hasn't moved in a while." "I'll dispatch assistance. Control, open a line to Mr. Chang." A click and then the rustle of breath. "Chang." "I suggest you distract Milliardo, Mr. Chang. Where is Mr. Maxwell?" "In New Port City." "Your target is in the ruins and I advise discretion and caution. The situation may, or may not, be delicate." "Enroute." "Svensen? I have requested Mr. Chang attend the King. Observe and assist as required. I remind you they both are to be considered irreplaceable and dangerous if approached incorrectly. " Understated he knew. They were no less dangerous now than they had been during the war. It was laughable the precautions he needed to exercise to keep the security detail safe from their charges. He had yet to inform Chang Wu Fei he had received responses from survivors of his colony's demise. It was most unfortunate, but unavoidably so, that they lose him to the duties of his heritage. Nothing would come easy to the King or Clan Lord… or to the one who loved them both. ~ * ~ |
