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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: Duo + Milliardo + Wu Fei + OC Notes: Challenge 94. Baby Series 3 #47. Takes
place a a few minutes after A Certain Decorum. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Football and Dancing “Hey, Doc. Is he going to be able to give us ample warning before he keels over, or do we have to monitor him every thirty seconds or so?” Milliardo snorted, glancing up from the television and the soccer match in progress. At his side the physician Pagan had summoned to attend him grinned and motioned to the floor. “Take a seat, Duo. I assure you his Majesty is not about to collapse. Pulse, respiration and temperature are within normal parameters.” Wu Fei nodded to the guard and closed the door behind him. “Then either he did not drink enough to affect him, or it is something more exotic.” “It would need to be something extremely exotic and slow acting and capable of taking me down from a dose that amounted to less than a sip in actual content. The drink was awful and kindly refrain from talking as though I am not here.” “There are certain substances that fit the criteria,” the physician agreed. “It might be natural or something synthetic. The tests should show it.” “But will the lab have a result before it is too late to do something about it?” Duo prowled around the room, pausing to stare out of the window before twitching the curtain back into place and moving on. “Sit, Duo. I’m not about to become dizzy watching you circle relentlessly and have it mistaken for some effect of whatever was in the drink.” “World Cup?” Wu Fei settled for standing behind and slightly to one side of the King, glancing briefly at the television. “Spain and Italy,” the doctor confirmed. “How can you guys watch that?” Duo proceeded to flop himself down on the floor and scooted his backside so that his back rested at an angle against the King's leg and the side of the chair. “It makes far more sense than the pushing, shoving and going nowhere that you call football,” Wu Fei commented. “Hey! Don’t knock gridiron.” Duo glared. “Gridiron is good contact sport. None of this namby pamby touching the ball only with your feet or head.” The doctor looked between the two before looking to the smirking King. “Please tell me they are not going to fight about the different rules of football?” “I would have given you ample warning if I had known they were likely to.” Milliardo sighed. “Gentlemen, please! Unless you would prefer to find yourselves downstairs dancing until after midnight, I will thank you to shut up and watch the game.” Duo blinked and exchanged glances with Wu Fei. The comparison between the two options was glaring and since they had been disturbed in their preferred dance they were neither of them inclined to take up the occupation when they had escaped it with Hunter’s blessing. “S’ okay. We can do quiet.” Duo rested his head against the King’s knee, turning huge eyes up to the man. “So have we got any popcorn?” ~ * ~ |
