|
"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 163. Baby Series 3 #262. Takes place a few minutes after Missing time and Unseen, Unheard, Unknown Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Simple Word Looking about him he could be looking through time. Everywhere there were mementos of times past, of people and places and times that seemed far less complicated than the times that held him in thrall. They, all of them, everyone who had walked these halls, were slaves to their times as he was slave to the days that marked his life. How many of them had stood on this balcony overlooking the grand hall, watching the dancing, drinking, joking and game playing that marked high politics through the ages? It was not an easy thought to live with. They were trapped in amber, insects captured in the oozing sap of the tree of time to make, in fossilisation, a wondrous jewel left as a memento to insects that came in later times. Fossilisation captured it in amber, human hands cut it, shaped it, and polished to a wonderful shine and clarity the insect captured within in all its intricate detail. How many people in later years, in future generations, would stand as he stood now and watch the dancers and wonder as he wondered. How many would have the courage to draw a deep breath and say `no'. No, they would not play the game. No they would break the cycle. No, they would gain for themselves a life of their own. No. It was a simple word, one single solitary letter and one single vowel. No. It took an inordinate amount of courage to say it. But it took far more courage to stand the test and endure and make a difference. At some future time would there be some memento of him to bring to mind the days of his life? Three hundred years from now would there be anything left to mark the life of the one they named the Terror of Earth? Hopefully lasting peace, that was the best he could hope for. Memento's were well and good in their place but one could not get stuck in the past. One had to move forward, not just the individual but the mass of humanity as well. Had humanity not fouled its evolution of civilisation with wars over the past century, where would they now be? Had those who came before him not left such a mess in their wake where might he now stand, on this day, in an alternate world? Might he stand beside Treize? Ah, no. No, he should not go there. There was already enough regret in his life and past decisions had at least given him Stephen, his driving force to improve the world around them. Memento's were well enough in their place, but one had to be careful not to get caught up in their magic. Live for the here and now, live for tomorrow which, of course, never ever came. ~ * ~ |
