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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: Pagan Notes: Challenge 91. Baby Series 3 #39. Takes
place approximately at the same time as The Hope. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Family Legacy He was, in the eyes of his agents, the ultimate, perfect; the paragon of what it was to be an agent in service to the Kingdom. He had served his country and three King’s since he was a child, placed in training at the tender age of three, as had his forebears for hundreds of years. There had always been a member of his family in service, be it as a personal servant and bodyguard or as an intelligence agent under the Hunter of the day. Nor was he the only one of his line to wear the title of Hunter. On his passing another would take up his role as Hunter and it would not be his great grandchild, but in time he might succeed Heero. The boy had promise but was too young to do more than train to serve at present. For years he had thought he was the last. The fall of Sanc had decimated old bloodlines. He had thought himself the only survivor of his line. He was, to his joy, proven to be mistaken. One grandchild had escaped the horror and fled, hiding herself away. He had not known until a few weeks before Christmas when, now a mother, she had contacted him and ask if it was safe to return. Her husband had died and she wished to renew old ties with her kin. He had come to terms with believing himself to be the last. He had accepted it and suddenly he was no longer alone. A grandchild had come forward and presented him with a great grandson. What was he to do? The safety of the King and Princess, as always, came first, but he had determined not to lose any more than he had. It would be welcome to gain something personal, but he was not, above all, a fool. A paragon of virtue he was not and he was a nasty, suspicious old man. He had utilized the resources of his position and had the woman, her deceased husband and the child investigated. DNA confirmed, to his great pleasure, they were his bloodline and he could find no evidence they harboured ill will toward Sanc or the King. He had welcomed them and honoured the old ways, placing the young boy in training to one day serve the Kingdom. When he died a legacy would remain. He had an heir, one to serve Stephen and the Kingdom in time. The additive in the King’s drink was not designed to kill quickly. Milliardo would no more drop dead than he, but he would learn if they must act quickly to cure some rare, debilitating toxin. Yuy was having the additive analysed and when the errant young bucks presented themselves he would dispatch them to monitor the King while he interviewed the staff who had access to the beverages set aside for the King. But if he died, he had an heir. ~ * ~ |
