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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: Trowa Notes: Challenge 150. Baby Series 3 #223. Takes place after Anything But Comfortable and before Just This Once. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Observation Trowa stood in the path of a stiff wind that threatened to blow him back along the path of his footsteps. He had missed the signs, but Quatre had been concerned for a while and said just enough to make him aware of the dangers. //Something's changed.// Peacecraft was more dangerous now than when he had sat at the controls of the demonic crimson beast and threatened them in the dark chill of space, a man whose mind had been stretched by the warped mechanics of the Zero system. He did not care that Milliardo claimed Zero and the Epyon systems were NOT one and the same in design and function. There could not be two systems so alike from differing sources. Oz had stolen the Zero design, he was sure of it, and Treize Khushrenada had used it in the creation of his crimson beast. No one, in Trowa's opinion, should ever have been exposed to the mind warping monstrosity that was Zero. Heero, Zechs… he too had flown the suit and it had, if nothing else, restored his memories and his convictions… but he would never again willingly engage the Zero system. Duo had a lot to say about Zero and none of it was good and it had sent Quatre insane. What it had done to Wu Fei he was still uncertain, but its effect was not, he was sure, a good one. It had further isolated Chang who had, in his view, never been exactly stable. And Heero… Well, Heero had always been a special case, but Zero had not left him unaffected. Quatre and Milliardo seemed to have been the most affected by the artificial intelligence contained within Wing Zero and Epyon. It had a deep and permanent effect on their psyche, one Trowa fought against on a daily basis to keep his lover stable. Some days were worse than others and Quatre had the best psychiatrists in the ESUN in his employ… but none of them could hope to understand. None of them had ever experienced Zero. Morning tea was such a simple and civilised tradition… except in this room, at this moment with Chang leaving in an ill concealed huff. It was as if he observed the formation of a whole new existence, a new order, and he was unsure he understood what it was he witnessed. Dangerous undercurrents swirled about them. Something had changed between these two blondes and both seemed to understand the smallest flicker of facial expression, the tiniest flicker of an eyelash, the minutest twitch of a finger. Blue eyes, like the purest arctic ice, met his and somehow he found himself flicking his eyes in a sign of acceptance. He was not quite sure he understood what he'd agreed to, but those eyes were back on Quatre and Trowa had the distinct impression he had agreed to something that would be to his lover's benefit. All he had to do was figure out what the hell it was. ~ * ~ |
