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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 + Pagan + Stephen Notes: Challenge 119. Baby Series 3 #127. Takes
place a few hours following A matter of Acceptance. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Errant Thoughts It was just another mountain in a very long range of mountains he had yet to climb. Living life was a series of challenges. Success and failure could sometimes be mistaken and in hindsight could be better understood. Hindsight was a marvellous thing, of no help in the interim but wonderful after the fact for showing you if what you thought was a success was, in fact, a dismal failure. He could only wonder at what his life might have been like had it not taken the cruel twist of decimating a country. Certainly it would have been very different. It was good to look back, but one had to keep one eye firmly pointed forward else stumble over one's own feet while reviewing the past. It took a vast mountain range to represent the highs and lows of a single life. Everyone had their own individual challenges; the peaks and valleys differing, mirroring their responses to each trial. He had some lofty peaks and dark and dangerous valleys marking his mountain range. He did not want to lose Chang Wu Fei, either as a friend or as an employee who was exceedingly efficient at his work. It was disconcerting that he found himself entertaining thoughts suggesting Chang had the potential for something… more… than a friend. Those thoughts had to stop. He could still feel those strong arms around him, and he could feel the solidity of Chang's body pressed to his back as the snow fell around them, standing in the midst of the ruins of his childhood. How many mountains had he climbed in this theoretical symbology that represented his life from birth to future death? It seemed to stretch endlessly, ahead and behind, to either side as well. Each time he crested a peak, each time he succeeded in the climb and stood at the pinnacle, he would look about him and see only more mountains waiting to be climbed. Snow covered, glistening in brilliant sunshine, some shrouded in cloud, a few lower peaks with forested flanks; the trees darkly green leading to deep valleys. Each peak was a trial he had faced or had yet to face. Was he making any progress at all in travelling through this symbolic representation of his life? Some days he did not think so. "He intends to maintain his position as my liaison to Parliament?" Stephen was curled against his chest, curly blonde head tucked up under his chin. The fire spread welcome warmth through the private lounge and across from him Pagan sipped herbal tea and looked particularly satisfied. "Indeed, sir. He wishes to establish something other than the traditional structure of his ancestry, something more fitting to the times. We have scheduled a number of appointments for discussions before the end of March in hopes of having a working schedule by the time the survivors gather." If Chang remained as his liaison he would have more opportunities to keep his company informal in nature. That was… good. ~ * ~ |
