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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 + Marquis Weyridge Notes: Challenge 174. Baby Series 3 #297. Takes place immediately following Blue Blood. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Layers "I am well aware that in the past you have refused requests for you to speak of the events of the war to which you have a unique knowledge; that you have refused repeatedly to be interviewed by the media. Your appearance before the Council of Representatives yesterday has aroused immense interest in the events of the war which you are uniquely suited to explain." "No." The Marquis sighed. "I am not requesting you consent to be interviewed by members of the media. I can understand your reluctance to speak, it was not an easy time… for any of us. There are few people who were within Treize Khushrenada's intimate circle of friends; you were one of them." Oh, he was indeed `one of them', in fact he was something more than just one of them, but he was not inclined to say so. His grandfather smoothed one hand over the crease in his impeccably pressed trousers and stared at him from across the desk. "In the interests of not having history repeat itself, it is requested that you give consideration to contributing to a historical document detailing certain events leading up to the culmination of the war which resulted in this present and, we are hopeful, lasting peace." Nicely phrased, but still, he was not inclined to step into that trap. "No." The request was more than it seemed. It was a valid enough reason he supposed, but no. There was more to it. Much more. There had to be. They had presented him with an excuse to reveal secrets he alone had been privy to, and he needed to do a little judicious scratching at the surface to reveal the layers of their reasoning beneath. He would not give them what they wanted. Their reasons for this needed to be scrutinised, dissected, put back together and examined yet again. He could not trust them. They would twist the facts to suit themselves, how they wished history to read. He was not a trusting soul and had not been since the fall of Sanc. Treize he had trusted as much as he could trust anyone, which was not to say that he trusted him totally… he had not. Trust was a fleeting, transient thing when you worked in political circles. He was well aware that he needed to leave an accounting of the events that led up to the founding of this peace. He had to leave a record for those who followed them, but he would not do so until he could be sure he had found a means by which to preserve it free from interference from others. He owed it to Treize and to Lucrezia, to the people he had worked with who had believed as they had believed that the peace was worth fighting for; dying for. He owed it to them to tell their story, but he also owed it to them to ensure it was a true and unbiased accounting. ~ * ~ |
