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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 + Heero Notes: Challenge 180. Baby Series 3 #316. Takes place at the same time as I Am Chang. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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A Treasure Milliardo straightened slowly from watching the screen. He could feel the tug of a smile pulling at his lips, betraying his approval and pride in the courage and strength of the young man standing with his feet firmly set on the path to the future. "Well said, my friend. I'll be off then, Heero." Yuy glanced between him and the screen depicting the events taking place in the reception room, clearly confused. "I thought you wanted to observe the meeting between Chang and the Elder?" "No need. Wu Fei will handle him." Heero hissed softly, a frustrated sound betraying his normally so carefully hidden emotions. He glanced to the door that would admit Milliardo into what Heero could only consider to be a less than secure location and silently cursed, yet again, that the man was so adept at escaping his minders. He was not comfortable with the idea of Milliardo being unattended. "It's fine, Heero. I'll be heading straight back to the palace. By now Pagan has located me and will have a team out to collect me. I'll stuff Zechs back into his box and play the obedient monarch until I can't take the cage any longer. We need to have another Run. I need to stretch out a bit, but it will have to wait. Pay attention to your friend and keep him safe. He's a treasure that will feature strongly in Sanc's reformation. The rejuvenation of Sanc needs to be accomplished carefully, with many talented hands sharing the load. The work is hardly begun and as Wu Fei shapes the future of his Clan, so shall he influence the shaping of Sanc." Heero could not care less about the future at present. "I will send an escort with you." Milliardo shook his head slightly, gathering his long blonde hair into the upturned wide brimmed hat he had worn on entering the security station. "No need." "Zechs…!" "Screen one, Heero." Blue eyes sought out the screen where the main entrance to the terminal building was monitored. A group of men and women in the well cut black suits, left hand breast pockets embroidered with the insignia of the Sanc Security Force, were just entering the terminal. The man in the front of the cluster of people kept looking down at the device in his hand. "My watch dogs, I believe. I want nothing to take away from Chang's moment, so they can meet me away from the formal reception rooms and we will depart quietly, without a fuss." Heero grunted, shifting his attention back to the reception lounge where Chang stood, the last of the stragglers now in the room and the doors to the shuttle walkway closed. To his surprise he noted that a good half of the survivors of the destroyed Colony were now bowing low to Wu Fei. Many of those who stood straight looked thoughtful but one, the Elder, looked at Chang with piercing eyes. Calculating eyes. ~ * ~ |
