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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 #169. Takes
place immediately following Walk A Straight Line. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
In An Ideal World Dark eyes flickered to the clock face and he scowled at his wrist watch. Pacing relentlessly whilst waiting for Maxwell to show himself was hiking up his frustration. He wanted to move more than the length of this hallway, checking the side halls for signs of movement. Someone was near, the itch awakening from the old days when his life depended on his instincts. Someone was near, but was it one of the two he wished to see? Dignity. The son of the Dragon must not pace but be calm and… Stuff that for a joke, he was anything but calm and he was no longer bound by the strict discipline that had marked the court of his traditionalist clan. The last time he had spoken to the Elders he had told them exactly what he had thought of them, throwing his dignity, their dignity and the dignity of the Dragon right out the proverbial window. He had told them he would fix matters, that they were incompetent… Oh he had been breathing fire! And they were gone, only so much as space debris now, but the passing of their way of life did not change who he was. He was the Chang, head of the Long Clan. There was another who could make the same claim; their claim was as legitimate as his own. Earth bound, in China, never having taken to the darkness of space and long ago turning their backs to the traditional ways of the past in favour of the modern world that surrounded them. His ancestors had abandoned Earth and constructed a colony, the pinnacle of modern science-how ironic!-making it a haven for the old traditions and refusing contact with the modernists in China. The old ways. The old traditions, the old beliefs. Sanc had its traditions too. Those who came would find life here hard. The occupation had been a terrible time and people were struggling to recover. Not an easy task at the best of times, which this was not, the current world wide economic recession providing no assistance in the struggle. There was little in the way of creature comforts within Sanc, but his people were hardy, as hardy as the Sancian's, and if they chose to stay… They could shape a future for themselves within a clan society albeit, of necessity, in a modern culture. They could retain as many traditional elements as was practical to hold on to, celebrating the good that was past and incorporating it into their future. They would grow along side the Sancian population, becoming a part of the people whilst still retaining their identity, and they would make it a home. In an ideal world; he must be realistic. Nothing would come easy. Especially not love. This was a year barely begun, and Chinese New Year was still weeks away. He could offer them a new start with a new year ahead. Symbolism was important, even in this modern world. Ah. Finally. "Maxwell."
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