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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 Notes: Challenge 145. Baby Series 3 #207. Takes
place a few minutes after An Unfortunate Accident. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Territorial Disputes He could feel the tension, crackling, invisible to the naked eye but undeniably present. It was not reflecting any one particular emotion, but rather a hodgepodge of tension made up of fear, anxiety and regret, longing and caution tinged with a dash of hope of avoiding direct conflict. It reminded him of an alley cat eyeing off a stray dog that had chanced to wander into its territory. The tension mounting as the cat considered its best options, seeking the best action for what could be a bad situation. Stay and fight or slink quietly away and hide, giving up territory to the mangy cur, or take up a position safely out of reach and taunt and tease it mercilessly. But they were not animals. They were not the cast out mongrels of society left to fend for themselves, clawing and spitting their way through life. They might have been strays with no place to go as once he had been, before his rescue at the hands of the Khushrenada's. He had been abandoned, left to fend for himself as others feared for their lives; none of them brave enough to take him in. In the Khushrenada's care he had developed a purpose and a sense of belonging. He was a stray, even now, but one in a position to offer to others what had been offered to him. A place of sanctuary in which to find themselves and a purpose in life. What to do? Two fine young men at odds with each other. Their backgrounds might have been from vastly different cultures but they were oddly similar. Both had lived a privileged life in their childhood and childhood had been all too short. They had been used and abused by those who had desired to change what they perceived as wrong and were willing to spend lives in fashioning their own versions of a future. Winner and Chang had emerged from the hell of war much changed… and one had lost everything. Friends, family, homeland… gone. Winner had rebuilt from the ashes, but there had been something for him to work with; family and resources and a certain belief in belonging. Chang had lost everything and Milliardo knew only too well what that was like. They were strays, but even strays made friends. Winner had his corporate empire and a man who loved him and was willing to be there for him. Chang… was much as he was, forced by bloodline and conditioned responsibility to step up and be counted. Chang would ultimately set aside personal need and work to restore something of what had been lost that others might benefit. The Sanc surrounding them was not his home any more than it was Chang's or Maxwell's, but it was all they had. It was a place to mark their territory, get to know others and forge something together that might, one day, feel like home. Might. If they survived the building of it. ~ * ~ |
