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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: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 132. Baby Series 3 #168. Takes
place immediately following Of Power And Time. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Walk A Straight Line It was a new year in which much would change, not only for himself, but for those who associated with him. There were his people to be considered, survivors like he, cast adrift to fend for themselves, perhaps not having fared so well as he in the interim. He must step up and be the Chang, but he had tasted something wonderful, intimate, and he was not so generous as his ancestors had been to abandon love for the good of his people. He was selfish. Would that make him a bad leader? He had feasted on Maxwell and tasted of Milliardo and discovered he was a possessive bastard. If he must be Chang of Chang then he wanted both worlds. Not an easy thing to walk a straight path when one was selfish. Twists and turns, hills and valleys must be negotiated. Could he walk the halls of power and be unsullied by corruption, remaining pure and dedicated? One could negotiate the twists and turns of life and keep one's feet from straying from that straightest of straight lines. If one watched one's feet it was only when one looked back that one saw how the road twisted and turned. One could walk a straight line if one walked with care. If one had friends to rely on. Being a solitary dragon was not a good thing. //A new year; a time of significance. I will become the Chang should one single clansman acknowledge me.// They were coming but they might yet refuse to settle within Sanc's borders, might not acknowledge him as the Chang. How had life treated them with their colony, the Clan, gone? Had they been as angry with life as he? //Stupid. Of course they were...are. They lost no less than I and I was… adrift.// He must make it clear if they accepted him as Chang it would be no traditionalist colony he offered; he must be honest from the outset. Sanc was foreign, very different to their lost home, traditional in its own values. The Clan had lived in space for generations, each individual colony born and bred. How would they fare living upon the Earth as once their ancestors had? Had they more gracefully accepted what was lost? Had they found places for themselves they would favour above what he could offer? He had betrayed his ancestors by abandoning those few individuals fortunate enough to be off colony and survive. In his anger and grief he had abandoned them and it had taken him so long to wake up and remember who he was. Footsteps? Was that…? Nothing now but just for a moment… perhaps Maxwell approaching? He could wait a little longer to see if Maxwell appeared, but then he must go on with the chase, alone if he must, but partnered with one he wished much more from would be better.
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