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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 + Heero + Pagan Notes: Challenge 104. Baby Series 3 #80. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Nine. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Indisposed They had danced around the subject all day, but Relena was not fooled, nor would she graciously permit herself to be distracted any longer. Heero eyed her as though he expected her to explode at any moment and she could not lie and say she did not experience a growing urge to vent. It had been a long day and she had danced a carefully stepped quatrain around her intentions for the future. Word travelled quickly that she had refused the post and was out of favour. Her party was unhappy with her and there was always someone with some grudge against her personally, or the party, willing to leak a story to the popular press. Relena was decidedly out of sorts after fielding calls from friends and colleagues from all over the ESUN. Everyone wanted to know what she thought she was doing throwing away a perfectly good career. Everyone seemed to have conveniently forgotten there were three positions coming vacant this year… not that she would be considered for the other two, not after her less than tactful refusal of a full Ministerial position. Pagan closed the door behind him and stepped deeper into the room, walking on eggshells, she noted. He undoubtedly knew who had called her and what had been said, and in all probability he knew why she had `requested' his presence. "Your Highness." He bowed formally. "Cut the crap, Pagan. I'm feeling very un princess like at the moment and I want some answers." She saw the look exchanged between the old man and the young and that did nothing to sooth her temper. Pagan bowed again, acknowledging it was time for plain speaking. She really did not give a fig for formality; they were alone, there was no need for discretion and he would answer her questions to the best of his ability. Which did not necessarily mean with the exact truth; the canny old man could dance around a lie better than anyone she knew. "Where is my brother? I have wanted to speak with him all day and I have been put off for the last time." "Master Milliardo is indisposed, Miss Relena." "I know that! I want to know why he is `indisposed' and don't give me the run around. I'm tired and I need to speak to my brother." "The King is not at the palace at the present time, though I am expecting his return within the next few hours." "So where is he?" Honestly, it was like trying to get blood out of a stone. "He was in Italy and is now in transit, returning to Sanc." Relena glanced at the clock near her and frowned. "Italy? What would he have been doing there that has kept him all day? It's after one in the morning." "Relena," Heero shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. "Pagan gave Milliardo the chance to… Noin died a year ago, Relena." "What… Oh!" ~ * ~ |
