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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 #209. Takes
place immediately after Strays and Misfits. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Tom Cats He was uncertain exactly what their relationship had been in the past. Had they considered each other to be a friend, if not what degree of acquaintance might have been applied before Winner made the fateful decision to take a hand in Sancian politics? Winner's decision to dabble in pure politics had landed him with a throne he did not particularly care to have and Chang with a hopeless case of misplaced affection. Misplaced affection? Misdirected. Might that not be a more appropriate term? And who, in the natural order of things, was he to decide that? Winner had made his view clear on the matter, hissing and spitting like a kicked stray and drawing a line in the sand over which you were not supposed to cross. In response, Chang had hissed and spat back and deliberately stepped across that line. Looking at them now he could see two tom cats balanced precariously on a fence, fur raised, fangs bared, crouched with claws extended, ready to swipe at each other. Anything could set them off. And they were supposed to have made peace? At the least settled on a truce? If Maxwell had been present the atmosphere would have been lighter. That one could have effortlessly defused the tension and had them all smiling, forgetting for a few precious minutes the discord hanging in the background. Barton looked anything but amused, standing there behind Winner, stoic and rock solid, but despite that he was clearly unhappy. He was in love with Winner but friends with Chang and he was not of a mind to choose between the two. If one had to make that kind of choice then Milliardo knew Winner had to win. No, Barton would do everything he could to avoid that ultimatum. These friends would likely be at odds until he, the outsider who was unfortunately at the epicentre of the trouble, made it plain to both Chang and Winner that he did not want to be fought over like a prized piece of edible garbage found in an alley. God, did he actually make that comparison? But that was what he was beginning to feel like, something tasty to be squabbled over and to the winner went the spoils. How long would they continue acting like this? He was merely the object of one's affection that the other disapproved of, and so long as he maintained that safe distance, kept his cool and did not weaken, it might be alright. If he outright refused then Chang would blame Winner for making it clear he did not approve, and if he weakened and responded then the two might well lock horns over the inappropriateness of the relationship. Either way friends would lose and he who had always
found it so hard to find friends, did not want to lose them after
they had been found. ~ * ~ |
