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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 129. Baby Series 3 #157. Takes
place just after Bones, Muscles And Bitter Weather. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Proper Toast Traditionally, if he made it to the starting point without being tagged, he should celebrate the win with a glass of champagne and a toast with those who had made the run. His father had established the game and the reward, but his father had liked the bubbly fruity beverage. From memory his mother had hated it and her drinks for all toasts and celebrations had been lemon infused sparkling mineral water. He had a vague memory of sitting on his mothers lap, playing with a lock of her hair and winding it a number of times around a particularly favoured toy. He could recall his father's boisterous laugh and something about a toast that needed to be made. The King had not exactly complained about the Queen's choice of libation but there had been something… "How can one make a proper toast, my dear, when one is sipping lolly water?" "One lifts one's glass, Stephan, and says 'Cheers', following it with a sip." She had demonstrated with action and he supposed he remembered it as well as he did because he had then been permitted to drink from her glass. Milliardo shook off the memory, no doubt he had gotten some details wrong, but that was not important. The important thing had been the feel of them; the warmth he remembered in their voices and the genuine amusement. There had been many years difference in the ages of the royal couple, but they had gotten along together more than tolerably well. //What might the world have been like had they not died?// Ah no, he must not go down that road. Epyon might be destroyed with its infernal version of the Zero system as inspired by Treize, but sometimes, if he pursued a thought it felt like the burning in his head was returning, that he would see events as he had witnessed them under the influence of the system. He would not go down that road again. He had a Run to race. He had to focus his attention and pray it would make the memories and the dangers of a flashback diminish. The two young men who pursued him were canny and would not rely on speed alone to run him to ground. He had to out think them more than out run them. He might require a little manoeuvring time to successfully avoid them, so he needed to give himself as much time as possible. Pagan would have a witness in place in the West Wing so he needed to speed up his pace, touch the point and begin to make his way back, making plans to circumvent Duo and Wu Fei on the return journey. One was not permitted to camp in a set position during
the run, but one could certainly place oneself strategically where
it was possible to best intersect one's target. There were a number
of places where one would have a good view of intersecting hallways.
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