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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 133. Baby Series 3 #171. Takes
place after Strength Or Weakness. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
To Be Strong They were strong men, the two he sought to love. Neither of them would be easy to live with, but that would make for anything but complacency in their relationship. It would keep life interesting, keep things moving, and that was the key to success. Never taking each other for granted was a must if they were to succeed in their less than conventional arrangement. It would become their strength, holding them to each other, allowing them to love without fear of overwhelming the others. Of course to have that he had to succeed in making it an `Us' and not a `Them' and `Him' relationship. He was not an idiot despite what others thought. He knew he would be the driving force behind making the relationship a reality. Left up to Chang and Marquise they would immerse themselves in duty and make that enough. It was up to him to take them beyond duty to something much more desirable, much more pleasurable. He needed to draw them in in measured stages, taking the opportunities that came his way and avoid succumbing to the temptation of moving too quickly. If he moved too recklessly it would all come crumbing down around him and he would never have a second chance. He did not plan, not really. Other than to watch out for every opportunity to present himself to them, warts and all. He was what he was, who he was; the sum of his past and that was the person he wanted them to notice. He had to be honest and present them with himself. The real Duo Maxwell. He presumed he was born on the streets of L2, a bona fide gutter rat. Perhaps his mother had been a street walker and her fate he would never know. It was something he could not change and since it was the basis for who he was now, it was something he was not shy about admitting. He could not deny his past. He had stolen to live, to feed himself and others. He admitted to not having the greatest set of morals concerning the ownership of material items, although it had been a long time since he had filched something and that had been food. Father Maxwell and the Sweepers had taught him about morals and what other people considered right and upstanding, but he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If no one got hurt… all was good. And he, like they, had killed. It was what being a Survivor was during troubled times. Accepting what came your way, reacting to it, moving past it and being able to evaluate and reinvent oneself. That was what being a survivor was. The ghetto of L2 had not killed Duo Maxwell. Neither had the destruction of the Maxwell orphanage or the war. That was what it meant to be strong.
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