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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: Treize + Noin, Duo + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 134. Baby Series 3 #175. Takes
place immediately following Pure Intentions. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Cold Draught "He had no intention of destroying the Earth?" "Of course not. Why would he when he loved his homeland so much and everything he did was to restore it?" "He had lost everything that meant anything to him! At which point that infernal machine you built screwed around with his head that much that he didn't know what he was doing." "I believe I know him a little better than you after all." Treize sounded somewhat surprised. "I assure you his every action contained a pure purpose not governed by an artificial intelligence. " "You think?" Sarcasm dripped from her words. "Heaven forbid the glorious General of Oz should admit to being wrong. Zechs would never have done such a thing without your damn machine screwing his mind over." "So bitter. Unfortunately the list of mistakes I made in life is copious. One of the greatest was in not loving Milliardo openly. Maintaining that distance was necessary if our plans were to succeed and peace was to come to this troubled world. No one will ever understand the price in full that was paid by so many. They will only ever see segments of the whole, bits and pieces, nothing more. Nothing good ever came without a price after the fall of Eden; with the taste of a single apple humanity was introduced to the concepts of purity and sin. Purity as a whole has not existed since that long ago day, and yet it lingers amidst us still. Every so often we are stirred by its call, even if we fail to understand that call." "I don't understand you." "I assure you, you would not wish to. I was born at a troubled time and the means came into my hands to make a difference… if I was willing to pay the price. I found others like me who were willing to effect change. Tell me Lucrezia, when did you decide what we were doing was wrong? When did you decide what the Gundam Pilots were doing was right? It was ever my intention to take over the Alliance and replace it; that does not mean I intended to rule the world. Perish the thought." At her arched eyebrow he wafted a hand toward the velvet draped windows, indicating the world beyond the palace. "I knew the Barton foundation was out there, gathering its own private army… of which the Gundams were a part. Do not judge the jigsaw by one single fragment of the puzzle. No story is ever as straight forward as the reader thinks it to be. Do you ever think how many hours it took the author to plan and write his masterpiece? Did you ever wonder if the author ever wonders how many readers of his work actually understand what he intended to say? Dekim Barton needed to be contained and such could only be accomplished if the war ended." "I was there. I saw what he was doing. I helped defeat him." "You did indeed see what happened when the controls over him were destroyed and the world became absorbed in a peace they yet did not understand. Only one single year passed and he made his move, drawing back into his control a Gundam Pilot, knowing exactly how to play him to gain his cooperation. " "Chang!" The tone of her said exactly what she thought of the young man. "It is unfortunate that in the aftermath of the Libra many things of importance were delayed or forgotten entirely. Many mistakes were made that might have been avoided. However, Milliardo gained what he had been waiting for, the confirmation that the people were coming to understand what they desired and were willing to stand up for it. He had been waiting to know the price he was willing to pay was not wasted effort." "You worry me. Your influence on him, what he did in the past… might do in the future. It worries me." "His fight is not done, not as yet. There are more trials ahead and there will undoubtedly be more mistakes, made by Milliardo and those who serve him, and by those who oppose him. Mistakes happen and it is only in the light of the now, looking back over the past, that one can see one's mistakes." Noin snorted, looking around and realising the room was empty of Gundam Pilots though the computer terminal was still active. "I will never understand your concept of purity. Everything is tainted, tarnished, corrupted." "Indeed, everything and everyone is as pure as they are tainted. It is a balance between the two, an eternal balance that swings freely between two opposing forces. Barton made his move and he was countered, but had those in positions of prominence made a move earlier to stop him the second war would have ended before it began. These things happen and pointing the finger of blame at any one individual is wrong. No one can be everywhere, know everything and do what is required without fail. That simply is not being human. From the Barton incident Milliardo gained his salve to his wounds; that being the people were willing to state their claim and make their wish for peace known in the face of brute force. I have ever celebrated the purity to be found in the soldier as I celebrate the purity to be found in mankind in general." "Well, floating around in the Never Never sure as hell does not have a patch on holding the flesh and blood man I wanted to love for a life time!" "Lucrezia, was your love for him not fired by its own kind of purity? In the time you enjoyed his warmth did you not live a lifetime together? Time is relative, it always has been. It always will be. Perhaps the single most pure thing mankind is capable of doing is the simple act of loving another." —————————- Duo glanced over his shoulder, despite having promised himself he would do no such thing. The hallway behind them was empty, the shadows cast by the dim lights could hide anyone… or anything. "Fei… Good to be moving, isn't it?" "Yes." Wu Fei set a fast pace down the hallway, never once looking over his shoulder or across to Duo who had no trouble meeting his pace. They reached the staircase before they slowed their pace and that was only enough to descend at a safe speed. "Do you believe in ghosts?" He had to look back over his shoulder again, just to make sure there was no one… or no `thing'… in pursuit of them. Which was silly because, of course, there was no such thing as ghosts. "No." Wu Fei winced at the haste of his response and in a way it was a lie. One he could not really justify. "Well… The Ancestors, but they are benign spirits." Wu Fei was well aware of the haste behind each step he took, but he could not bring himself to slow down any more than he had. What had happened back in that room? Suddenly, inexplicably, the temperature had plummeted and for a time there he was sure there was… someone… ready to do violence. "Well, most are." He amended his earlier comment and fought the urge to look over his shoulder. "I don't believe in ghosts either. It was a bit colder in there than I thought it would be. A bit on the chilly side, right? A bit… draughty." "Yes. A bit… cold. There was quite a…
draught."
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