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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: Duo Notes: Challenge 105. Baby Series 3 #83. Takes
place 9 hours after More Precious Than Gold. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Links In The Chain Duo stretched and stifled a groan. His back ached and he was certain every muscle in his body had stiffened to the point where to move would strain something vital. He needed more sleep but he had appointments he could not put off given his previous day's absence. Spiriting Milliardo off to Italy had effectively doubled his work load, but he would not have traded yesterday's activities with anyone. He could not eradicate the picture of the pale haired man and child sitting beneath the old olive tree from his mind. There had been something in that tranquil picture that had changed something deep within him. For some reason he felt the `something' he had not realized was empty, was now filled. He didn't understand it, but for now there was little time to consider the strangeness of it. Work, as always, awaited. "Mr. Maxwell, your twelve fifteen is here." The stretch became a slump and he sighed. No rest for the wicked he supposed. Yesterday had been an escape from the normal routine and one that, for all of the sorrowful overtones, he had enjoyed. He had spent time with his family… a slow grin spread across his mobile face. Yes, that was it. Family. They were his family, the real wealth to be had in life. It was better than all the gold and fancy trinkets people squabbled over and fought for. Family. Only someone who had never had it, and chanced to find it, or who had lost it and learned to appreciate what they had lost, could understand. Chang Wu Fei. Milliardo and the cherub Stephen. He had made them his family, the dearest things to his heart. So he had a little work to do yet in securing them to him, but that was not of importance. They were already there, where it mattered, in his heart, and he had a place he could call home. Not the palace, that was just bricks and mortar spruced up a little and painted; decorated in fancy mouldings and gold paint. Bricks and mortar did not make a home. People did. He had good friends. Heero, Quatre and Trowa, Pagan and Relena. He had friends he could rely on and he had a few who were in a different league, an important stage beyond friends. That was what made a home. A real home. "Mr. Maxwell?" "Send them in, please." He was working for his family, to ease the burdens weighing on them. He was working for the people who looked to his family and who expected them to lead them toward a better life so that they, in turn, could better provide for their families. Help one and you helped another in the chain. They were all links in the chain and Duo turned from the window to beam a smile at his visitors. Sleep was something he could find later. Right now he had work to do. ~ * ~ |
