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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:Heero + Pagan Notes: Challenge 97. Baby Series 3 #58. Takes
place a few minutes after Chemistry 101. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Questions Libra. Brand name paracetamol. “Headache pills.” Heero ground his teeth in frustration, wishing for the days when he stamped furiously on emotion and got on with the job. He had come a long way from what they had called the perfect soldier. He hardly considered himself perfect, certainly not then and not now. //Zechs defeated me with a grubby old Leo. How perfect is that? My first encounter with Oz and it had to be with Zechs Merquise. I still wonder at how he stopped Wing.// But the past was not the present and thinking about it did not solve the present dilemma. Pagan would expect more from him than to learn someone had dosed the water with paracetamol. Why would anyone put a painkiller, even a mild one, in a drink for the King? Had Milliardo commented on a headache and forgotten about it? Had a servant overheard the comment and prepared a drink for the King who, unknowingly, had triggered the alarm because of the unexpected taste? //No, I doubt that. He does not make that kind of mistake.// Something else then. More sinister, or perhaps more innocent? Milliardo was not the only one to drink mineral water at these affairs. No, there were others who, for various reasons, determined to stay sober and aware of their surroundings. So perhaps there might have been another drink? Had there been a simple mix up? There were too many variables and they needed to determine if there was more in the drink. He would need to contact Hunter with the initial results, and no doubt the old man would take the news far more graciously than he. He would never be Pagan. He was not so diplomatic as the old retainer and Pagan was working on improving his social skills but he would never equal the man. Pagan was quite unique. “Mr. Yuy, report.” Speak of the devil and he will appear. Heero glanced at the indicator panel of the elevator; one more floor to go and he would be on the ground level. “Hunter, we may have a mix up.” “Explain.” “The chemist’s preliminary report is ready and it reveals the presence of a strong dose of paracetamol in the drink. It may be that the King’s drink was mixed up with someone else’s.” The silence stretched as the elevator smoothly stopped and the doors slid aside. Heero stepped out and surveyed the hallway before proceeding toward the ballroom. “Perhaps. Someone may be dabbling in classified information and has, thankfully erred in our favour.” Heero paused. “Sir?” “Master Milliardo, is allergic to Aspirin. If someone should have requested mineral water with something for a headache they may have switched drinks, intending the King suffer an allergic reaction. His sensitivity to Aspirin is severe and a reaction could prove fatal before medical assistance could arrive. If someone knows of the allergy… we must ensure no unauthorized persons handle anything he eats or drinks.” ~ * ~ |
