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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: Quatre Notes: Challenge 147. Baby Series 3 #214. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Fear and Foolishness. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Disturbing Notion He had never considered himself to be fearless. Only a fool misunderstood fear. Fear was healthy, a protection, a survival instinct… never pleasant, of course, but utterly necessary to life. Quatre had known fear in one form or another; in many situations and over varied circumstance. There had been fear of disappointing his father, fear of losing his identity, of being forced into being someone he did not wish to be, fear of losing his life, fear of… well, there was so much he was afraid of. Like everyone else he hid his fear behind bravado, propping up his faux front of confidence and infallibility to display to the world an ideal that was pure fabrication. Everyone feared something… some `thing' and some `one'. It was a part of the natural order of being human and Quatre Winner, despite what some people thought, was definitely human. A fearless human was a dead slab of meat… sooner or later. He had faced death during the war and survived. He had been afraid, full of the bravado of youth, and not believing he might be wrong any more than he believed he might be dead in the blink of an eye. He was anything but fearless and thus he had survived his past trials. He was a healthily… wary… man, fully cognizant of the dangers to be found surrounding him and because of that awareness he would survive this ordeal and move on to bigger and grander things. After all, Quatre Winner was not putting his life on the line, endangering his hide, his love life or his corporate empire. It was stupid to think for an instant his life hung in the balance when all he was actually doing was having morning tea. There was nothing to be afraid of. Morning tea with the King was a perfectly civil social occasion; there was nothing untoward about it. There was nothing dangerous in that action and he was not afraid… but he had the feeling he should be. There was something in those glacial, crystal blue eyes that gave him the disturbing notion he should be afraid. They were totally civilised people after all, he and this power house sitting so casually across from him. Just his presence was a force in the room that reminded Quatre of past interactions between them. Reminded him of their history and the repercussions of the more recent power plays. He did not like forcing other people and he only pushed when it was important. People made decisions for the betterment of everyone, planet born and colony born alike. They always had the option to say no. A yes demonstrated their understanding and it was `their' choice. He did not force them to make the appropriate choice that was most beneficial to the peace. And he was lying to himself. He was the biggest hypocrite. He was ten times a fool for divorcing himself from the blame and foisting it on to others he had manipulated. ~ * ~ |
