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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: Relena Notes: Challenge 101. Baby Series 3 #72. Takes
place immediately after A Nice Ring To It. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Diversion Relena detected more than a little exasperation in the President’s tone. He had not had a particularly good day, she presumed, a thing she could sympathize with, however, she was never so abrupt on the telephone. Manners should always be observed and for him to begin so forcefully and without so much as a ‘good afternoon’ rather took her aback. “Forgive me, Mr. President, but I was under the impression I had a week or so to make my final decision.” “The formal announcement has been moved up to tomorrow morning. The press are proving to be bothersome and they need to be kept fed on matters more pleasing to the public. The announcement of Relena Darlian accepting the position of Foreign Minister will give them something more to do than dig into the clandestine activities of idiotic and senile old men.” That made more sense, she mused. She was to become a part of a cover up. The sudden rise of anger surprised her, but she was fed up with being a convenient diversion for the press. If there was something the President’s office wanted covered up she found herself on the cover of every magazine and newspaper across the ESUN. It annoyed her that she was considered to be the government’s cover girl. Just how seriously did they take her and the work she did? Her goal was to help people, not distract the press from telling the world whose dirty laundry was worth noting. “Sir, after a great deal of consideration of the pros and cons and the scrapping of the proposed deadline in which I was to consider the posting, I am afraid I must decline.” Had she really said that? In the ensuing silence Relena held her breath. She had just said no to a position which would have given her a great deal of power. Her foster father had worked diligently to improve conditions on the Colonies and she had dedicated herself to following in his footsteps. Now she wondered if anyone took her seriously; and she wanted to be taken seriously, but was refusing the World President the way to do it? Perhaps not but Sanc would not be swept under the carpet, and neither would she be used as a mere distraction. Firming her resolve she straightened her spine and waited for the explosion. “Excuse me, young lady?” “I said, I respectfully decline the position of Foreign Minister, sir. I am sure you will find someone more qualified for the position.” “The devil you say! You refuse?” “Yes, sir, I do.” “We will discuss this matter when the Council resumes sitting. Very well, I will give another the opportunity for advancement. Good day to you, Princess Relena.” “Good afternoon, Mr. President.” The click of the breaking connection released the tension from her and she collapsed over the desk, shivering. What had she done? ~ * ~ |
