Title: A Bout of Hysterics
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sally Po + Pagan + Heero
Notes: Challenge 220. Baby Series 4 #117. Takes place following Hysterical Ranting.
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: A Bout of Hysterics
"I suggest you focus your attention on Preventer and leave His Majesty to us. One is well aware of past history and permitting another cataclysm to rend Sanc is not on my agenda."
"He will need observation, Pagan. He was the man's lover, for God's sake."
"One is aware, Dr. Po. Now if you do not mind, we have work to do. Good evening."
Heero stood at ease beside the old man, watching as arthritic fingers reached to flick off the contact. Sally would undoubtedly not appreciate that, but Heero was not inclined to protest. He doubted she would call back and instead turn her attention to Une who was indulging in hysterics.
"I find the good doctor to be reaching a little, with her distrust of His Majesty's psychological response. Had I entertained the notion he might experience a bout of hysterics and burn down the palace I would have taken appropriate measures."
Pagan stood from the console, turning his back on the darkened screen and leaning a hip against the chair, lifting piercing eyes to Heero's.
"Your assessment of the King's psychological state at present is?"
He had paid particular attention to the King's medical read out as relayed through the microchip implanted in the man and he had found no indication of distress. In fact, the readings were so stable he had worried if perchance Milliardo had, somehow, had the device 'adjusted' without the security division's knowledge. Not alarmed, as the possibility of that interference happening was minuscule, Heero had still gone to check the security feed from the attic rooms.
The sight of Milliardo Peacecraft having his hair groomed, and he in turn grooming Duo's chestnut cascade, had been something of a surprise. He had not known that simply brushing hair would act as a tranquilliser. Milliardo was clearly content doing what he had been doing, certainly that activity was preferable to the man experiencing an 'incident'.
He all too clearly recalled the imminent danger of violence during a blizzard in an old ramshackle hut. He was not likely to forget that feeling of being caged with a dangerous, highly volatile beast. A big cat, he mused, one that could take your head off with a casual swipe of vicious claws.
"Stable."
No need for elaboration, he was sure. Pagan desired concise data to determine his next course of action. The old man was not one to take any situation lightly and he placed his trust carefully. Heero knew what Pagan expected of him and he was more than willing to step into the role Pagan was grooming him for. When the world was wrapped in hysteria certain heads needed to be cool, calm and capable of rational thought. The future Pagan, and through him Milliardo, had offered him was a far cry from the future Heero had expected to lie ahead, but it was a future that more than appealed to him.
And that was before he considered the element of the Princess Royal.
End
Karina Robertson 2013