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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: Duo Notes: Challenge 126. Baby Series 3 #147. Takes place a few minutes following The Rules Of Engagement. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
On The Prowl `Oh yeah! The Maxwell is on the prowl.' Duo practically pranced down the hallway, a wide grin on his face and chestnut braid bouncing against his rump with each silent step. He was grinning and entertaining visions of running a certain long haired blonde to ground. `Gonna get me a man, gonna get the man and when I do I'm gonna... Hmmm, now let me see... The victor has to be rewarded, something cool naturally. Something pretty, something expensive, something tasteful...Ah! ' Duo paused and looked at himself in a hall mirror. Posing, he admired his smug looking reflection and cocking a finger and a thumb to represent a gun, curling the others in to his palm out of the way, he took aim at his reflection and dropped his thumb, the hammer, down to signify the shot. "I get me the King, that's what I get. Big Blondie himself. Yes indeed, I do!" Snickering he pranced on down the hallway, humming softly until he paused, noting the sound of oncoming footsteps ahead. There appeared to be a reasonable number of personages roaming the palace hallways at night, and that might well serve his purpose. Security would be abroad and the odd members of the night staff and, very soon now, the bakers would be stirring, entering the palace to set up for the day's baking. `It might be a bloody cold hole this palace, but the daily bread, still warm from the ovens, sure as hell puts a smile on your face at breakfast. And a homely, mouth watering smell through the back halls of the palace to boot. You could almost fill up on the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries.' In fact there was only one thing better than smelling the delicious aroma that wafted throughout the palace as sunrise brightened Sanc's snow shrouded landscape, and that was actually eating the offerings to be had at breakfast. Duo made sure, every morning, to do justice to the baker's skills. Footsteps paced closer and Duo noted the measured tread of those unseen feet. He recognized that even pace; knew it intimately as he'd emulated it on more than one occasion since joining Preventer. He had been assigned on a variety of security rounds often enough to have acquired a pace and rhythm with his stride. `Security. Hmmm, I wonder if I can make use of that? Now the rules stated I can get help from other sources... But I need to remember that said sources might not necessarily work in my favour. I'll have to keep that in mind. Maybe if I don't come right out and ask... Yeah, that might work. I don't ask for specifics like `where is the king now?'. Hmmmm, got to keep in mind I could be led up the proverbial garden path if I'm too straightforward about it.' Rubbing his hands together in expectation, Duo affected
a jaw cracking yawn as the security guard turned in to the hallway.
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