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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 Notes: Challenge 102. Baby Series 3 #73. Takes
place approximately two hours after Tears. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
The Easy Way It would be too easy to vanish. Too easy to cast aside the servitude of his bloodline and again become Zechs Marquise, design engineer, architect, mobile suit pilot; what an antiquated talent in this peaceful day and age. Mobile suit pilot. He might have been born to pilot those mammoth machines. It had come so easily to his hand and his instructors had not been able to hide their surprise at his skills. They had not known the driving force behind him; to gain vengeance on those who had torn his world apart. They had not known, could not know, the viper they held within their midst. The Alliance had appeared oblivious to the danger lurking within their ranks. Treize had gathered those who had good reason to oppose the Alliance and some days Zechs thought it all had come together too easily. Of course, the Gundam pilots had not been what they had expected. There were rumours for years of a group in the colonies intent on opposing Earth’s domination. He knew Treize had expected some opposition from them and for it to influence his plans with the Order of the Zodiac, but he knew it was not what they had faced. Such integrity and such innocence. Had any of them really known what they were fighting for? Had they really known they could die? Teenage males tended to believe themselves invincible. That attitude had been exploited by Barton’s designers in the construction of the mobile suits. They had designed the Gundams with young males in mind and not because their size was a factor, though he had found it a little tight in the Wing Zero’s cockpit. There had been sufficient room for him physically, but for the length of his arms and legs he had found the controls a little too close to be truly comfortable. Tallgeese had been constructed for a full grown adult and he had felt comfortable, even on that first flight which might have killed him. Treize had designed the Epyon and there was no doubt the suit had been designed for him in mind. It had been entirely too easy to adjust to the Epyon’s controls. Everything was exactly where his hands expected them to be, the foot controls perfectly placed. Heero must have had to stretch a little to reach some of the controls. The breeze was a caress not unlike the hand of his lover across his cheek. Stephen played on the grass and seemed undisturbed by this change to his routine. It would be too easy to run; to pick up his son and turn his back on Sanc and find a life for them far from the game of politics. Traps always seemed too easy and always led to mayhem. He had grown up and away from taking the easy way and it appeared Libra had not been his hardest decision. Joining Oz, using Libra, becoming King… what more must he face?
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