Title: An Endless Waltz
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Heero
Notes: Challenge 90. Baby Series 3 #36. Takes place shortly after Something Was Wrong.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for betaing this chapter.
Title: An Endless Waltz
Someone dared to slip a decoction into the King's drink.
How had they gained a chance to doctor the drink?
Heero scowled as he hurried through the palace. He needed to get the drink analyzed and learn exactly what might now be killing Milliardo. Pagan had not suggested Milliardo had drunk much. That the King left as he did suggested it was a precaution to keep him away from possible harm. He had not dropped in agony for all to see, which meant the drug or poison was slow acting. Or he had not consumed sufficient liquid to be a threat to his life.
Pagan had sampled from the glass and was active enough.
It was like a dance, a waltz with no end. Endlessly circling around and around the dance floor, avoiding obstacles, sliding by others who danced, hearing snippets of conversations never meant for another's ears.
He had known Milliardo and Relena must be targets. They were Peacecrafts, prominently public figures. Relena was loved and adored, the government's poster girl, but she actually managed to get things done. She was good at her job but it meant no real life for her to enjoy. Helping others had been her calling and he would make it his to protect her and assist in any small way he could. If it made her happy, then it would make him happy.
Milliardo they feared as much as they adored his sister. He had proven he was unafraid to be unpopular, to dedicate himself to an ideal and push for it to become reality. He was the one they already had attempted to poison, the one they wanted out of the way so that they could manipulate and train a Peacecraft to their ideal.
No one would get their claws into Stephen while Milliardo was alive. They did not realize, as yet, that even should they take out the father, the son would have protection. Heero would make it a point of ensuring Stephen would have people who could be trusted to ensure his best interests were pursued.
Three Peacecrafts. At the moment it appeared the three were at the centre of the dance floor and other dancers, the rest of the world, revolved around them endlessly. A sweeping, never ending waltz.
There was a small laboratory within the palace security division and he had already put out the call to have a chemist awaiting him. He could only hope it would not take long to identify the substance. If it was an exotic poison they might well be in trouble, but he could hope it was all a misunderstanding. A mistake.
Still, he could hear the unmistakable strains of a waltz issuing from somewhere within the palace, and since he was not dancing with his Princess; it was no pleasure to listen to.
This waltz was dangerous.
End
Karina Robertson 2008