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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 + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 109. Baby Series 3 #94. Takes
place a few minutes after Treasures of Antiquity. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Children Grew Up Fast //Its easy to underestimate people.// Duo drew the heavy frame forward, balancing it carefully against the back of a sheet shrouded piece of furniture, careful to handle them all with the utmost care. Some of these portraits might be painted by famous painters and the frames were antiques, crafted by the best artisans of the time. A delicate touch was required to ensure no damage was sustained. Wu Fei leaned back against a support rafter and watched Duo. It was, he reflected, too easy to under estimate people and this man in front of him was perhaps the easiest to dismiss as being somewhat of a fool. One should not think for an instant that a fool could fly a Gundam and survive as they had done. There were so many people who thought them foolish and young, and yes, they had been young. They had been manipulated, treated shabbily and underestimated all of their lives, with no exception, even Winner. It was part and parcel of the times they had lived in and the belief that children knew nothing. Well, children grew up fast when there was war and believed what they thought was right and acted as decisively as the adults could. Children could kill as well as be killed as a hapless bystander on the fringes of a fight. Children had minds of their own and made decisions which, if they survived, they might later regret, if not cringe from in shame, or outright humiliation and sorrow. No one was proof against acting like a fool from time to time. At the time his decisions, like Duo's, like the other pilots, had been right. He had to believe that, or he would go insane. Hindsight was marvellous, but it was never around when one had to make decisions initially. Many would call him a fool for thinking that very thought. This was another day; another age. A new age where peace was given a chance to flourish and the past might be used as an abject lesson to ensure they did not descend into mindless warmongering. Or so the fairytale should go. Reality was something else and none of them were fools to believe the hype. If they wanted peace they needed to work for it tirelessly. Enough sacrifices of lives lost had paid for this chance, they were not about to waste it. If someone had told him at his wedding he would be working for Zechs Marquise, willingly, and contemplating their relationship becoming much more than a working association, he would have laughed in their face. He would not have thought she would die, that he would step up and take her place, that the colony would be destroyed at the hands of the Elders themselves. That, after it all, he would offer himself as the Chang of Chang. Oh yes, he would have called them a fool. ~ * ~ |
