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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 + Pagan Notes: Challenge 106. Baby Series 3 #86. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Fan The Flames. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Reminders Of The Past He had known it would be too much to ask that he slept two nights in a row, but he had hoped. Restless with his sleepless state, Milliardo slid from the bed, padded naked into his dressing room and changed into his night attire. Scruffy old jeans, oversized and patched, with a warm, too large fisherman's rib sweater and comfortable, if ratty, pair of joggers over bare feet. Tying his long hair back into a loose ponytail with tendrils escaping before he exited his bedroom, Milliardo looked anything but a King. From the security room, Pagan watched as the King inclined his head to a security guard patrolling near his door and reflected that should the female population of Sanc witness Milliardo Peacecraft in this state of casual disarray, the flames of passion would be fanned. Half would desire to mother the `waif' and the other half would fall over themselves in their haste to make their availability known. Pagan keyed in the code of the security guard who was now moving away from the King. "Hunter. Joel, did the King indicate his destination? " On the screen the guard paused, reaching to press the earpiece tighter to his ear. "Secondary kitchen, Hunter." "Acknowledged, Joel. Resume your patrol. Hunter out." Scowling the elderly man considered his options. He knew Milliardo would find no one in the kitchen this evening. Maxwell and Chang had gone into the attics, for what reason Pagan could not fathom, but he was not inclined to see the King alone if he was restless. Pagan was only too aware of the danger of flashbacks and, while this palace was not the castle of his childhood, it never the less contained many reminders of that long ago time. There was no set trigger for a flashback and anything could provide a reminder of the past. With a sigh the old man motioned to his companion to watch the boards. "Call in Frederick to assist you; I am likely to be a while." Making use of numerous secret passageways Pagan arrived at the kitchen within a minute or two of the King. His knowledge of the secret ways was extensive, but even he did not know them all, as evidenced by the king's escape from his suite prior to Christmas. It was Duo who had located the secret passage from the King's dressing room and Pagan had made his knowledge of the secret way known to Milliardo, who had seemed less than pleased, but acknowledged the news with merely a nod. Pagan was not fool enough to think his knowing about the passage would stop Milliardo from vanishing if he chose to. "Pagan." "Sir." Milliardo was in the process of making himself a cup of hot chocolate and lifted an enquiring eyebrow. "Coffee, tea or chocolate?" "Tea, sir. I will…" Blue eyes glared Pagan into silence and the King pointed imperiously to a chair. "Sit." ~ * ~ |
