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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: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 102. Baby Series 3 #75. Takes
place after Tears and approximately at the same time as The Easy Way. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Gardens It would be entirely too easy. He could expect assistance from Maxwell; Duo would be delighted to disappear from the world. They had abducted Milliardo, admittedly with Pagan’s blessing, to enable him to have this one day to grieve and to contemplate what might have been. But they could vanish. Why was the easy way almost always the wrong way? Forcing Milliardo was not an option, unless you desired to paint a target on your back; the man had already demonstrated a will toward vengeance. No, whisking the man away would not do. It was much too easy and sloppy. That way lay guaranteed failure. Wu Fei glanced around. Duo was sitting on the wall, sunlight glinting on his chestnut braid. It was midafternoon and Milliardo had made no move to leave, sitting with his back to the old tree and watching his son play. Stephen was an inquisitive boy and was making the best of his freedom from an attentive nanny and her staff. The toddler had no difficulty occupying himself and from time to time a treasure would be found and be taken in eager hands to his father to be admired. A small stone, a blade of grass, a leaf… a bug. He was an attentive father, this man who had plotted peace on a grand scale. Wu Fei was not such a fool as to believe the peace would last. He was neither blind nor ignorant and knew the ease with which the unthinkable could happen. Peace would not last if they did not tend it as a gardener cared for his plants. From time to time weeds must be pulled and plants much be changed as the seasons progressed, lest they perish or run rampant. That was the ESUN. A garden and the citizens were both gardeners and plants. Everyone had to look about them and see how their garden grew and work to keep the garden flourishing. There were many smaller gardens to be tended within the greater, and his garden of interest was Sanc. It was full of weeds, overgrown and dying when Milliardo had come to the throne. The wrong plants had been thriving and the balance had been out, but gradually they were attaining a balance that would permit Sanc to thrive. It must be guided to a flowering that would leave the world breathless with its wonder. They would not be alive when that state was attained; if it ever was. Stephen, or perhaps the next generation, might preside over something very like that ideal, but he wanted himself and the remnants of his people to be a part of building this particular garden. The first of the missives had been dispatched but their agents had yet to report. If only one person chose to come to Sanc, and accept him, then he would once again be the Chang. This time he would be head of the Clan, not merely the heir. There was nothing easy about that future. ~ * ~ |
