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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 83. Baby Series 3 #9. Takes place
two hours after Garnish.
Sanc’s Future “Some days I wonder if the resurrection of Sanc is possible.” “Sanc can be shaped and moulded in a variety of ways, Sir. It need not be resurrected in the past image. I was under the impression restoring Sanc to its former condition was not on your agenda.” The old man was canny; he had seen much in his term and did not allow himself to live in the past. Would that he could say the same about others. “How true, Pagan, it is a pity certain other people do not have your vision.” “I am astounded you have suffered the foolishness this long, Sir. Dare I ask when I need brace for the explosion?” Oh, he liked the old man. How had he survived so long without this man standing at his shoulder, whispering to him at the exact right moment to contain his temper? Pagan should have been the Peacecraft, not he. “You know, I think you might have made the better King, Pagan.” “Perish the thought, Sir. I am entirely unsuited to suffering fools.” The old man looked scandalized, pouring tea into the fine china cup, adding just the right amount of sugar and just the right amount of cream. He was becoming accustomed to cream in his tea instead of milk; it was rather reminiscent of how he was becoming accustomed to the palace. He still lamented the loss of his independence, the loss of the life he had determined to live; raising his son and learning to live in solitude with his memories when Stephen was older. This was far from the life he had expected to live. He had thought this life lost in a blaze of murder and mayhem. The old Sanc was gone, buried beneath the rubble of destruction. There had been no honour in the attack which had claimed so many lives and a lifestyle focused on peace. It was gone and such innocence could never be regained. He understood that and so did a few others. They understood what was being built under his direction was no resurrection of what once had been. Sanc’s future would not be a return to the past. He would see the peaceful ways return, but he would give his people the benefit of insurance they had not had some twenty years in the past, when the lambs had been taken by the wolves. There was a sheep dog now, an entire pack of them to keep the sheep safe. Wolves turned sheep dogs, he mused. The resurrection of Sanc would happen, but it would be a new Sanc rising from the ashes, not a copy of the old. Certain people would need to take a step back and re-evaluate their personal goals. “Yet you suffer me.” The chuckle was deep and low and he could feel the old man’s eyes on him. “Indeed I do, Sir, which should tell you clearly how I see you.” ~ * ~ |
