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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 + Duo Notes: Challenge 142. Baby Series 3 #197. Takes
place immediately following A Wild Ride. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
End Game Shaking his head Milliardo knelt at the side of the trembling young man. Duo seemed not to acknowledge his presence, being too wrapped up in… and around… the source of his pain, and Milliardo could not say that he was surprised. At the speed Duo had been travelling down that banister, to so abruptly meet the solid orb with arguably the most sensitive portion of the male anatomy cushioning the impact… No, it was no surprise Duo was curled around the pain and oblivious to everything else. Resting a hand gently on the messy chestnut hair hiding what might have been visible of that elfin face, Milliardo raised the other to activate the microphone he wore. "Pagan, I'm calling an end to the Run. We'll have an encore performance at some other time. You had better send a medic down here, quick as you can." "Acknowledged. I will have a medic to you as quickly as possible." For a moment Milliardo considered the younger man and what might best be done for him in the interim. It would be a few minutes before medical assistance would arrive and he could offer some small assistance. He kept one hand on Duo's head, a gently comforting touch, as he glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway leading off the grand foyer which would eventually take one to the kitchen. Somewhere down there Chang Wu Fei would be wondering what had happened to cancel the Run in its final stages. "Wu Fei, might I trouble you to head for the kitchen and grab a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, please?" There was a brief pause, longer than he had expected in truth, and then, faintly, he heard the sound of running feet. "There is an injury? To Maxwell?" "Yes." A soft grunt over the com line and he guessed Wu Fei was moving too fast to waste further breath on speech. Chang would beat the medic, possibly only by a minute or so, but every little bit helped. "Duo?" Under his hand there was a subtle difference in the trembling and, faintly, there was something that sounded suspiciously like a squeak. "Duo? I've sent for a medic." "Mffcc…" Definitely a squeak. He fought the urge to grin; really it wasn't funny… for Duo at least, but since he was not the one curled up on the floor in a ball of agony, it definitely had its amusing side. Not that he would laugh in the presence of the shattered younger man. "There is an art to sliding down banisters, my friend. When you are feeling a little better I will teach it to you, if you like?" "Nnnmmfff."
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