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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 124. Baby Series 3 #140. Takes
place a few minutes after Games. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Things That Go Bump In The Night Who would have thought Chang would cheat to track him down? Milliardo took the stairs two at a time with a feral grin. He would have to remember Mr. Chang could be a sneaky bastard for all he spouted about honour and justice. The man was no fool and was not adverse to bending certain rules to smooth his way. The chatter over the com amused him as more than a few agents were wondering what the hell was going on. His initial consternation at Chang's innovation had faded when it became apparent security was under instruction not to give his exact position away. Now that had all the earmarks of Pagan dipping his fingers into the pie. Milliardo just had to love that man. Maxwell was loose somewhere in the palace, he simply would not have been able to resist the chase, and Duo was an inordinately cunning opponent. He could only hope he could stay ahead of that one and Chang would not realise too soon that he was being led mildly astray. It felt wonderful to turn his back on the formality and expectations of his position and literally let his hair down… and run. Of course, there were people sleeping who would undoubtedly have disturbing dreams of the sounds of running footsteps and there was sure to be the odd thump or bump or two. //Things that go bump in the night.// He sniggered as he paused on the landing, quieting his breathing and the thunder of his heart and straining to listen for the sounds of running feet. Chang would be a problem, the man was inordinately light on his feet and could be a ghost when he willed it. Duo might be a little louder, he loved a chase and would want it to continue as long as possible, but at some point he would decide on full stealth mode and fall back to his old ways. No need to make this easy for them. He was not inclined to sleep tonight, at least not yet. He only hoped his sister retired to bed and did not stay up all night waiting. He could so clearly recall his mother admonishing his father for staying up so late and then eagerly asking who had won the game. His father had laughed and clapped Pagan on the back, saying with him for a partner how could he possibly lose? Long ago days; far better days. He could not recall who Stephan Peacecraft had run the halls of the palace with other than Pagan, of course, and this certainly was not the old palace, but it would do. He had asked his father if he could play the game back then and he had been hugged and assured that when he was taller and stronger, they would run the palace together. A missed treasure of opportunity, but at least he had a decent challenge in the Gundam Pilots. It was enough. //Now then left or right?//
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