Hi there

First fic in the set written for the 225th 500 word challenge issued by the 5x6ml.  Hope you enjoy.
 
Sorry for the delay.

Karina

Title: Sing, Dance, Wait

Author: Karina

Rating: PG

Pairing: Wu Fei

Notes:  Challenge 225.  Baby Series 4  #131.  Takes place approximately six hours following Looters and Thieves

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: Sing, Dance, Wait

There had been moments of awkwardness between the many occupants of the shelter, but the initial hesitation was replaced now by a steadily growing understanding between the two groups.  Slowly the separation between the Clan and the long term citizens of Sanc was shrinking as the hours crept past.

‘This may be good for them.’

The Clan, with a few exceptions, knew nothing of extreme weather... and this oncoming storm was certainly going to earn the moniker of ‘extreme’.  In everything but name it would be a hurricane.  And an ice hurricane was not to be laughed off and dismissed readily.  The one time military base had been well constructed, the outer walls were thick metal, designed to resist explosives and energy weapons.  Milliardo had converted the base to a luxurious accommodations hotel but nothing changed the fact that originally this place had been intended as a fortress.

The growing harmony between the shelter’s occupants was gratifying.  His people had readily welcomed the city's citizens, assisting him in preparing for the influx of refugees.  That activity, guided by Sanc’s emergency services, had kept the Clan members from dwelling too much on the weather.  They simply had no idea how bad it could get.  He had witnessed a number of blizzards now, and he knew that what was to hit Sanc could not be dignified with the name ‘blizzard’.  By way of comparison it would leave a blizzard in the same category as a spring breeze.

It was interesting to watch as time wore on and the local population began to mix with the Clan.  He listened in on stories of past blizzards being bandied about; the local legends of past storms retold.  Even ancient folk tales were creeping in.  The interaction warmed him and Wu Fei dared to smile as a few of the Sancian men produced musical instruments and the mood of the day lightened considerably as if by magic.

They sang and they danced and they waited, ignoring the rising noise, simply playing louder and dancing harder to cover the sounds of the ongoing storm.  They were a hardy people and Wu Fei knew this tempest would not bow their heads for long, merely long enough to take advantage of the shelter.  They would be out there, surveying the damage and beginning to rebuild their lives once again.  Hardship was no stranger to these people, and as they lived, so did they play.

What else was there to do?  Would that he could party too, but he was thankful for the resilience of the people and how the Sancian’s took his Clan’s minds off the extreme weather.  It gave him an insight into how well his people could interact with this very different culture.

End

Karina Robertson  2013