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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 + Wu Fei, Quatre x Trowa Notes: Challenge 146. Baby Series 3 #211. Takes
place immediately following Anything But Comfortable Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Just This Once Winner's spine straightened imperceptibly and he smiled, a fixed, well practised smile, and he ignored the movement as Chang inclined his head respectfully, as proper form dictated, and moved smoothly toward the exit. "That will not be necessary, Your Majesty. I know the personal time you spend with your son is precious to you and I merely came to assure myself that Duo was alright…" "And I have assured you, Quatre, that Duo is quite well. Wu Fei, would you be so kind as to deliver the appropriate messages? You can see Duo shortly if you wish, Quatre. After we share tea." Dark obsidian eyes met glacial crystal blue and Wu Fei, cupping the child's head to his chest protectively, offered a formal bow to the King, acknowledging the silent communication. Just the right inflection in his tone to remind Winner he was not in his offices but in a private lounge of the palace and that he was a businessman not a King. When the King invited you to have tea you `had' tea and you smiled, you did not just get up and do as you pleased within his domain. Particularly if you were present at the palace and you had not been invited specifically to attend at this time. Wu Fei had caught his subtle message and he would give him time to act accordingly. Winner was trapped by the necessities of formality when dealing with royalty and he would be far from comfortable with the knowledge he had trapped himself. Sometimes even unwanted titles had a use. Milliardo doubted he would ever honestly be comfortable with the altered state of his circumstances. He would by far have preferred to be a simple architect and engineer involved in the Mars project, but, thanks to this young man, that was forever barred to him. At least openly. If he had to suffer the weight of the crown and sit on the damnably uncomfortable throne then Winner could sit his arse down on a comfortable couch and have tea with him when he was told to. It was not so much to ask. Nelson stirred, tiny head lifting and jaws yawning wide, baby fangs on prominent display before the softest of mews broke the silence. He stroked the dark fur gently, watching Winner relax back into his seat and Barton inclined his head to Chang before the dragon made his exit. He would not call it an escape, though it surely was, and Milliardo would not again provide an easy out. Nothing in life was ever easy, if it was worth having. Just this once, before he interfered, he would permit his dragon to be spared. Just this once. Winner and Chang might hurt in the process before the void was breached and the rift between them mended but… Sometimes one had to hurt before one healed. ~ * ~ |
