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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: Treize +_Lucrezia Notes: Challenge 149. Baby Series 3 #221. Takes place immediately following Treize. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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The Furnace "Hope? In Winner and Zechs glaring at each other?" "Can you not see? I prefer `measuring assessment' rather than a glaring contest." "Call it what you will, they are still glaring daggers at each other." "Assessing the other; determining the strengths and weaknesses displayed." Lucrezia snorted. "Bloody pissing contest is what it is." The shade of the man could not resist the impulse to smirk… just a little. She had always had a low opinion of men flexing testosterone levels. To Lucrezia such challenges were the cause behind all ills that had disrupted her happy little world. It was convenient for her and he was not inclined to argue her logic. He had his own opinion of what was happening in the palace in Sanc. It was time Milliardo stepped out from beneath the yoke it was presumed weighed him down and controlled him by those who held the reins of the plough. //In their right minds how could they try to hitch a high spirited hunter to a plough and not expect him to kick their plough apart? He is no mule, but the finest stallion in the stable. Realise his potential, work with it, plan for it… never try to subjugate that spirit and fine intellect, or you will find yourself kicked. Work with him and find your reward with the smoothness of the ride and the power he lends you. You see it now, do you not, Quatre Winner? He's able to kick like the devil when the mood takes him and you are now afraid of him. Of what he could be. As well you should be, but learn to work with that fear. You are far from a coward and you have the instinct and intelligence to make a difference.// They could have worked well together in the war, made great advancements, but they had been on opposing sides. That was good in itself for it gave substance to the resistance and survivors emerged from the furnace forged harder, stronger. That was what war was, the furnace to forge change within the human race. But after a time old furnaces needed to be relined and the final crucible had been poured from the old furnace that had shaped humanity for eons… or so he hoped. The new drive to direct humanity forward needed to be something other than blood and hate and deception. Greed and ambition would still play their part in shaping humanity, but with lessons learned, coming so close to losing the planet and everyone understanding that lesson, surely now it would change. His projections said so and he needed faith in himself and in those who kept to the design in his absence. The future of humanity lay beyond this one world where they could breathe the air freely. Humanity had to come of age and look beyond the planets that circled one small insignificant star. It was a bright future, if they stepped up to the challenge. ~ * ~ |
