Title: Extraordinary Circumstances

Author: Karina

Rating: PG

Pairing: Heero

Notes: Challenge 226. Baby Series 4 #136. Takes place a few minutes following Waiting.

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: Extraordinary Circumstances

Relena snuggled deeper into the arms that held her, pressing her face against the strong chest. She was sleeping, unaware of the tenderness in the way he held her. Unaware of the warmth in the normally cold blue eyes. Heero gently pulled the blanket higher over her shoulders, tucking it closer to her in an effort to keep her warm.

He was well aware of her mother lying on the sofa opposite them. Her breathing told him she was asleep, like her daughter, but she had been awake not so long ago. She had been attentive, watching how Relena had relaxed against him, nestling into his arms... and she had not said a word of disapproval.

These were extraordinary circumstances, of course, but the fact remained that one was not supposed to snuggle with the Princess Royal of Sanc in full view of so many people. Especially when one of those people was the woman's own mother. Well, not in reality, but as far as Relena was concerned Alice Darlian was her mother. Regardless, he was surprised to not experience a sense of disapproval from the older woman.

Surprised, but gratified.

He should have remained in the control room he supposed. But they were limited in what they could do with the storm raging chaotically beyond their shelter. He had been out there, in the growing storm, not so many hours ago. Ensuring that fools and idiots were safely in appropriate shelter. He would be out there again when it passed, ensuring that assholes and moron's did not loot what remained. Vultures.

There would be the need for everyone to help in the clean up that would be no quick and easy feat.

This storm, this harbinger of death and destruction had already swept across the northern nations, bringing with it chaos. Towns had been levelled, cities had been decimated, people had died, possibly in the hundreds, if not thousands. They had still been counting the cost in Sweden, Norway and Finland, facts and figures unknown as the storm front had relentlessly bore down on Sanc. It had lost none of its destructive power as it had swept toward them, and the rest of the world had been barely responding to the needs of each country it had hit earlier.

There had been no time for relief to make an appreciable difference before it was their turn.

They had had time to get their people to shelter and send some of the most vulnerable away to safer territory. They could hope in doing so that they would be spared the death count if not the destruction of property.

But if he had learned anything from these people, it was that hardship was to be considered, accepted and then dismissed; they moved on.

Life was to be lived.

End

Karina Robertson 2014