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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 Notes: Challenge 107. Baby Series 3 #88. Takes
place at approximately the same time as The Party Line. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Little Girl Dreams Relena lightly ran a finger down the handle of the tool. The business end of the device looked much like a cog though its use was far more specialized than a machine cog. It was a long time ago that her father had gifted her with a basic set of etching tools, a response to a fancy a much younger Relena had briefly entertained. It was a roulette, designed to make a line of small dots, and why she found herself sitting on her bed with the tool on her lap she did not know. It was certainly no conscious thing she had done, but on her return to her room, after speaking with her mother, she had found herself rummaging through a box of long forgotten things. Richard Darlian forever would be the man she considered to be her father. He had given her the roulette as part of a larger gift, much of which was long gone. It had not been her birthday or any special occasion, but he had picked it up on one of his trips to a colony before she had been old enough to accompany him. Because he had given it to her, because he was her father, she treasured it. How old had she been? Lord, she could not have been any older than nine or ten surely? It seemed so very long ago, during days where life had not been so complicated and she had never considered the idea of being a princess or world leader. Not exactly true; once upon a time she had entertained the notion of being a fairy princess, wings and all. What little girl had not? She would be safe with her father the fairy king and… Dreams. Little girl dreams. Reality bit hard some days. Why could she not free herself of thoughts of her father tonight? Was it because Milliardo had so recently grieved for Noin? Had she ever really allowed herself to grieve for her father? Either of them? A roulette. A spinning wheel with sharp little points. She rode a roulette, the sharp points of circumstance pricking her as she travelled the circle that was her life. It was a life of privilege and therefore it was a life which necessitated responsibility to others. That was what she had been taught by her father. No doubt at Stephan Peacecraft's knee she would have learned the same lessons. Certainly Richard Darlian had known what he was doing when he raised her and she did not doubt he knew he was preparing her for a time when she would step into the shoes of her birth father. There was another wheel called a roulette. It was a gambling device, a tool to win or lose fortunes; and it too could be likened to the circle of life. Where the ball fell in that game determined the direction of your fortunes. "Ridiculous. " Relena curled up on the bed. "I'm becoming as big an insomniac as Milliardo." ~ * ~ |
