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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 + Pagan Notes: Challenge 84. Baby Series 3 #12. Takes
place two hours following Interview. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing this
fic.
Running Late //Damn, I’ll be late.// It would not do for him to be late to this appointment. The eleventh hour was fast approaching and he was determined to make it on time. Admittedly it was not his fault he was somewhat tardy, he had been on schedule right up to the time he had arrived to inspected the site. Lingering snow and strong wind blowing in from the sea had made conditions hazardous, but he was loathe to put off the inspection. //We need to do something about the roads. Once the snow builds up conditions are just too icy, despite the snow ploughs.// He recalled Milliardo telling him of an old transit system, a subway long disused and lost. To him it made far more sense to locate and refit the system, providing safe and reliable transport for the public, than it did to have cars sliding all over the roads. You never saw black ice until you hit it and then it was too late. He took the stairs two to a stride, ignoring the presence of two members of parliament watching him with scowls. No doubt they expected him to walk around as though he was walking on eggshells. He had minded his language, resisted the urge to tell certain people exactly what he thought of them and generally been 'Mr. Nice Guy'. He was not inclined to miss his appointment because he was expected to keep his pace to a crawl. “Running late, Mr. Maxwell?” He nodded to Pagan, skidded coming off the last step as the runner shifted under his feet and flailed his arms to keep his balance. “Not yet, Pagan. Got to run, I still have about sixty five seconds.” “No, young man, I think not. The King offers his apologies and will meet you in the pool room.” Duo skidded to a stop. “The pool room? That’s two floors down and on the other side of the building!” Pagan smirked. “Indeed, Sir.” “Damn. Why wasn’t I told? Why change the venue?” “His Majesty offers his apologies. I believe attempts were made to contact you. It was decided the pool room might be the better venue as it has a more relaxed and casual aspect.” “Well, yeah, I suppose it’s a bit more casual, but I don’t want anyone thinking I’m slacking off because I’m late.” “I very much doubt either Master Milliardo or Mr. Chang will give it a thought. It was known you would be inspecting the construction site this morning. Given the chill outside it was assumed you might appreciate the chance to warm up. I believe lunch was to follow your discussions with the King?” “Ah, yeah.” “Lunch at the pool side has been ordered and the instruction given that His Majesty is not to be disturbed until twelve thirty. Hurry along, Mr. Maxwell. They are waiting for you.” “At the pool?” “Indeed, Sir.” ~ * ~ |
