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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 149. Baby Series 3 #219. Takes place at approximately the same time as Fashionably Late. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
History A mistake? It was too late if it proved to be, but how long could he go on pretending? He had never considered himself to be much of an actor, certainly not a good one. He had always felt things on too personal a level, unlike the one who had taught him to play the political game. Treize had been the consummate actor. No one could read that man unless he wished it, not even he who had been closest to him. Some days he wondered just how close they had been… other days he did not doubt. Dorothy and he. They had the greatest understanding of the man who had plotted out the war to end all wars. How many people throughout history had determined to end conflict and plunge the world into lasting peace? History was full of examples. Five World Wars, uncountable other wars, their battlefields in contained locations and skirmishes in space once the colonies had come into being. Treize had studied them all. Every historical account he could lay his hands on had been read, dissected, examined in the smallest detail until every nuance behind every action could be considered to be understood. Treize had the ability to determine what actions led to which events that spurred the wars into bloody violence; which actions marked the telling shifts in politics and which decisions led to ultimate victory or defeat. Major players were examined, their characters, background, education, recorded personal experiences… everything he could find on each individual had been meticulously examined and Treize was, by nature, a perfectionist. He did not miss anything. The penultimate strategist. How could this blonde young man who headed a business empire think he could emulate the cold calculation of Treize Khushrenada? Quatre Winner, clever as he was as a strategist, was left wanting against the diversity and sheer genius of the man who had been his friend and lover. Winner's pacifist cradle had been left wanting in comparison and his greatest asset in dealing with people was his empathy. It took more than empathy to plot the scale of themes that shaped a civilisation and the repercussions of the events set in motion years ago had hardly begun to be felt. Did Winner realise it? Did he suspect the scope of the design Treize had charted for those who followed him to guide and shape into being? Dorothy knew. Une ever misunderstood the man she had hopelessly loved but, at the moment at least, she was following his design. Treize was far better than Winner, and he had left guidelines that Milliardo was more than willing to follow. The destruction and death he had dealt following the man demanded that he follow the design that re-crafted the destruction into hope and advancement. What lay ahead was creation, not destruction, and he had been very good at destruction. Perhaps he could prove to be very good at creation too? ~ * ~ |
