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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: Pagan Notes: Challenge 108. Baby Series 3 #92. Takes
place a few minutes after Over Tea and Chocolate. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Pagan He was a tenacious old bastard. One emulated a quiet and unassuming persona as one would expect of a butler, but he was so much more. He had never been what most assumed; even when employed by Richard Darlian following the fall of Sanc, he had been more than the Darlian's servant. He had successfully bodyguarded Relena and managed her security within the Darlian's household, whilst he had surreptitiously founded and governed the resistance movement within Sanc. The rabid dog the Alliance appointed Governor had not permitted the populous to forget the old days beneath the Peacecrafts. Oppressed people were far from a content people. Within two years of the fall of Sanc, Pagan had felt confident enough to leave Relena for a month and return in secret to Sanc. His agenda had been simple; keep his ear to the ground and listen to the rumbles of discontent. Mark those whom he thought might be worth cultivating and scout out potential meeting places. Returning to the Darlian's he had investigated those he had determined might be of use in operating within Sanc and chosen four to approach initially. He had been forthright, if discrete, in contacting them. He had had no time to waste on prevaricating and trusted himself to determine those who could be trusted. From those select four individuals, who had gravely weighed the pros and the cons of their actions, the resistance had been birthed. They became the core of the intelligence service that to this day protected Sanc. Distance had not curtailed his activities, and the resistance movement had become a formidable intelligence network. They had not openly defied the Alliance, but as they had gained members and information they had made life uneasy for their conquerors. It was amazing how satisfied one could feel watching one's enemies and knowing one discomforted them. Small operations added up over time and the resistance had been nothing if not patient. And tenacious. Pagan had determined no repeat disaster would befall the country upon the successful restoration they intended. He had engaged those who were Royalists and had sound heads and would think before acting. They had become shadows, seeing and hearing all that was worth hearing; picking and choosing their activities carefully. All they had needed was to be assured the Peacecraft line was not dead. Looking at the young man before him, Pagan was pleased with the outcome of his hard work. The old intelligence agency had failed, though to be honest much of the disaster was the fault of King Stephan and his desire for total pacifism in a time when someone needed to stand up for the idea of peace. The man, usually so careful, had erred. Stephan's son desired peace, though none could name him a pacifist. It would be Milliardo, not the pacifists of the family but the warrior, who would bring peace and prosperity to Sanc and perhaps the world. Of that Pagan had no doubt. ~ * ~ |
