Title: Legendary Status
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Heero
Notes: Challenge 218. Baby Series 4 #112. Takes place between He Believed and Fact and Fiction.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Legendary Status
Heero glared at the television, unmindful of his scowl and the ominous aura forming that had the security guard beside him inching away. This was... drivel. Garbage. There was very little in the way of actual fact and was filled with glossed over fictional accounts of people and places.
"Be advised, the King is retiring to the upper floor."
The voice issuing from the speaker snapped his head around to the main console and he grunted softly. He was not surprised. If anyone had known Treize Khushrenada it was Milliardo, and he certainly would not have liked what was airing on television.
Touted as a special event it had been heavily advertised in the last few weeks and it was... It was an entirely plausible account of the events leading up to the war, covering in this first instalment the early life and military career of Treize Khushrenada. It was the first of three special productions slated to air over consecutive weeks, and he could see already that there would be more fiction that people who did not know better would swallow as fact.
What drivel would be sprouted when the Gundams made their entry into the special? It was ludicrous, the reverence and near legendary status the machines had been given, and by default the young men who piloted them. There was nothing special or legendary about him, nor was there anything particularly great about the other four, and Heero knew that was not his view alone. None of them were comfortable with the attention paid to them after the war.
Fingers flickered over the keyboard in front of him and in seconds he watched the tall man climb the stairs. There was nothing in his pace that suggested he was in any particularly bad mood, but there was something about the set of those broad shoulders that had Heero believing he was far from unaffected by the material he had been viewing.
To be expected, he supposed, but also unfortunate. He was well aware of the psychological reports on the King and the wariness Pagan displayed with each mood shift. Milliardo was no rabid killer, but he had been known to slip mentally in times of stress. He had lost years after that knock on the head, reverting to Zechs Marquise though, thankfully, he had responded well to their careful handling.
Pagan's concerns made it apparent that it was possible further stress could bring a repeat performance and that such an event was less than desirable.
"Do we have anyone in the attic at this time?" he questioned, fingers flying over keys to bring up the attic feed.
"Chang Wu Fei and Duo Maxwell."
Heero relaxed. They would be capable of handling Milliardo if the worst happened and, hopefully, they would distract him before there was any real chance of an incident.
Working for Pagan was leaving him a paranoid bastard, always thinking worst case scenario's, he mused.
End
Karina Robertson 2013