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bantha_fodderfic: the time it takes to come undone
fandom: bsg
author: bantha_fodder
pairing: gaeta/dee OMGYAY
i do not own these characters, nor the Battlestar Galactica.
please do not archive
with thanks to claira, who suffers for my art.
***
"Dradis contact," says Felix. "Three, no four."
"Where's the damn CAP?" demands Tigh, as if his knowing will make any difference.
"About a minute away, Sir," replies Felix.
"Well, don't just stand there," yells Tigh, "tell them to get their asses over there!"
Anastasia rolls her eyes, and scrambles all alert fighters.
Later, she rests her hand on Felix's skin, fingers spread wide, and leans forward.
"Tigh's a bastard," she says.
"And useless," replies Felix.
*
As Roslin and the Old Man talk, Billy turns to her and smiles. "Dee," he says quietly.
"Hello Billy," she replies.
"I haven't seen you for a while."
"Yeah, well, I've been very busy," she snaps back. His voice distracts her, and she tries to tune him out and listen to the Old Man's words.
"We're all pretty busy, Dee, but I was hoping we could-"
"Look," interrupts Anastasia. "I just don't think this is working out. I mean, you're a great guy, Billy, but this mixing of military and civilian is just an accident waiting to happen."
"The accident already happened," he snaps back.
"Yeah, and see where that got us! I'm not willing to take the same risks that Lee- that Captain Apollo took. Not even Captain Apollo is willing to take those risks anymore, and he adores the president!"
Billy's glare attempts to fill the silence. "But you don't adore me," he says, sulkily filling in the words she didn't say.
"No," says Anastasia, finally. "I don't."
The Old Man puts a hand into the air, and meets Anastasia's eye. "You may go, Petty Officer," he says in that gruff, kindly voice, and glances at Billy. "Come to my quarters, Madame President, and we can continue this discussion," he says, and turns to her.
Anastasia leaves, but can still hear Roslin's reply.
*
A blip in the system, and Felix turns his head. Looks at the computer screen. He types and types and there it is again, skittish and not very well hidden. He types furiously, chases it through the system and just as he is about to catch it, a heavy step falls behind him.
"Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" asks Tigh.
Felix allows himself a moment to close his eyes in exasperation. He silently exhales. "I think there's a bug in the system, but I've just about got it, Sir."
"That's not good enough!" yells Tigh, and Felix knows without looking that everyone is staring at him. Great.
He loves his job.
"If you'll just give me a moment, Sir, it will no longer be a problem." Felix tries to stay calm, but the tremor in his voice gives his nervousness away.
"This never should have happened in the first place! When our own systems collapse around our ears again, I am personally holding you and your crackpot plans responsible!"
Tigh storms away, and Felix risks a look up. Anastasia frowns at him, but alleviates the moment with a thumbs up, and he grins.
He turns back to his post, and thirty seconds later, it's like the bug never existed.
Almost like it's sloppy programming.
*
"Sloppy," he voices later, barely audible above the falling water. The head is empty save for Felix and Anastasia, and she looks across at him as he picks up the soap.
"Could it be human, rather than cylon?" she asks.
"Maybe," he says, and they're silent after that.
*
Anastasia curls around Felix, and rests her head on his chest. She listens to the beat of his heart, and taps the rhythm onto his skin. "I feel like a bit of a stereotype," she says, "cuddled up like this."
"It's okay," he replies. "Conservation of space."
She smiles and bites hard into his shoulder, but he remains stoic. "So the XO's drinking again," she says, conversationally.
"The Old Man's spending a lot of time with Roslin," he counters. "Any idea why?" Anastasia shrugs, and he continues. "Have you asked her aide?"
She frowns. "We don't talk so much anymore."
"Well, you're not much use then, are you?" He bumps her shoulder playfully, and she knows he's just trying to take the sting off. She grins humourlessly.
"Guess not," she says, and shuts her eyes.
He kisses her eyelids. "Cheer up," he says. "I still think you're handy to have around."
She keeps her eyes closed.
*
The bell rings for shift changeover, and Anastasia rolls her shoulders. She sighs heavily, and closes her eyes. Opens them at a soft touch on her shoulder.
"Dee," says Felix. "Get out of here."
"With pleasure, Sir," she replies. She starts piling papers into his open hands. "This report is for the Commander," she says, "and this one for Colonel Tigh. These are the ones you asked for." She pauses at his chuckle, one hand hovering close to his, and all hands filled with papers. Looks up and meets his eyes.
"I know what they're for, Petty Officer. Stop making excuses to work, and get out of here."
She drops the final papers and squeezes his hand.
"Have fun, Sir," she says, and as she walks out of CIC, she doesn't look back.
She doesn't need to, and his voice exchanging information with Captain Kelly follows her down the corridor towards the mess. She pauses in the doorway, and surveys available positions.
She picks up a tray, weaves between tables and pauses before a mostly empty one.
"May I sit, Sir?" she asks, and Apollo looks up from the papers spread around him.
"Sure thing, Dee," he says, "but with all these reports, I'm not going to be a very good dinner partner."
Anastasia sits, and grins at Apollo over her bowl of reconstituted vegetable soup. "That's okay," she says, "I talk enough for both of us."
*
Felix knocks on the open hatch.
"Room for a fourth?" he asks, and smiles.
"Felix!" cries out Starbuck, and he's almost positive she's mocking him. "There is always room for a cool cat like you." Hotdog and Apollo snicker, and Starbuck grins.
Sometimes he hates pilots.
He sits between Starbuck and Hotdog, and Apollo flips the cards across the table.
"We're not letting Kara deal today," says Apollo. "We think she's been cheating."
The lights flicker once, and Felix looks up. "You're up," says Starbuck as she pokes his shoulder.
"Do the lights flicker often?" He drops a card onto the table.
"Just in here. Probably a dodgy light globe." She shrugs, and Hotdog takes them all with full colours.
The lights flicker again.
*
Cally slides on the chair opposite Anastasia, and drops her tray on the table. "Good morning, Dee," she says, cheerfully, and Anastasia raises her mug in greetings.
"Cally," she says, before gulping down the scalding coffee, and pretending it's strong enough to taste like home.
Cally pushes her tray over slightly and leans over, elbows on the table as she drops her voice conspiritorially. "We've been hearing rumours about you, young lady." Cally raises her eyebrows. "Scandalous rumours."
"Oh?" Anastasia asks, and tenses slightly.
"About you and a certain bridge bunny." Cally hedges around, and Anastasia lets out a laugh.
"Of course, I never believed it," continues Cally, "I mean, I know you've broken up with Billy, and he's such a catch that you can have only left him for greener pastures." Cally pauses to flutter her eyelashes at Anastasia, and she grins in return. "So clearly, the rumours are wrong. But we should still chat about them."
Anastasia grins, and picks at the blisters on her fingers. "You don't think I'd frak Gaeta?" she asks.
"Don't do that," replies Cally absently, and she bats Anastasia's hands away. "And not even if the cylons forced you to," continues Cally. "I've seen that documentary."
Anastasia grins. "I like his tattoo," she says, and they move on to discussing the attributes of the pilots.
It's close enough to the truth.
*
In CIC, Anastasia calls to the Old Man.
"Sir," she says, "I've lost the signal to Colonial One."
"That's fine," handwaves the Old Man, and Tigh turns in surprise.
"You want that bitch to be silent?"
Adama rests a heavy hand on Tigh's shoulder. "Old friend," he says, and Felix's panel explodes.
When the smoke clears, Felix crawls under his desk, and emerges with wires in his hand.
"Faulty wiring," he says, and meets Anastasia's eyes.
She does not look away.
*
Anastasia trails the Old Man down the corridor, and pauses as he stops to greet Roslin. Their conversation becomes animated and they clearly notice nothing but one another, and Billy takes advantage of the circumstances to edge around to where Anastasia stands.
"You couldn't have just told me the truth?" asks Billy in a whisper, and Anastasia rolls her eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says, and tries to listen to what Roslin is saying. Something about an epidemic?
"For a girl who was too busy to see me, you're sure getting around."
Anastasia turns to face Billy, an annoyance who won't go away. "Do you mind?" she asks. "I'd rather the president didn't think of me like that."
"But you don't deny it," exclaims Billy, a thread of triumph in his tone.
"What am I denying?" she asks, distracted again by the Old Man's aura of urgency.
"By the Gods, Dee," says Billy. "You could have just told me you had your eyes on Captain Apollo. I respect him, but we can't all take risks like him,'" he mimics in a falsetto.
"Please, Billy," she says. "I respect the man. I'm not frakking him."
"Then it's Gaeta! I knew it!"
Anastasia laughs quietly and shakes her head.
"Okay," she says. "Whatever."
Billy frowns.
*
"What I don't understand," says Baltar as he rests a hand under his chin and frowns, "is what the virus is trying to achieve. If we've learned anything about the cylons, it's that they tend not to repeat their mistakes. They've tried undermining our computer systems, and it simply didn't work."
Felix sits still, almost at attention, as he watches Doctor Baltar gesticulate wildly and lecture the room.
"Doctor Baltar," interrupts Felix, with what he feels is an appropriate amount of reverence, "I know I'm not as experienced as you are, but maybe it's an older bug, one isolated from the cylon community, that was placed on Galactica before the attacks."
"Yes," says Baltar. He stills the motions of his hands, but his eyes flit around the room, pausing to focus on nothing until they come to rest on Felix. Baltar pauses, as if he's listening to someone, but the room is empty. "Perhaps you are correct, Lieutenant Gaeta."
Baltar turns to leave, but pauses at the hatch. "Thank you for your assistance," he says hurriedly over his shoulder, and disappears.
Felix grins.
He likes being helpful.
*
Anastasia steps into the bathroom, and feels water seeping into her shoes. "Frak," she says aloud. "This has got to stop."
*
Anastasia rests a hand on the glass. She stands there and stares, watches Boomer in her stillness. She picks up the handset, and waits for Boomer to walk across and do the same.
She waits a while.
Finally, Boomer stirs. She meets Anastasia's eyes, and moves to the glass. Boomer reaches for the handset.
"What do you want?" she asks.
"The ship is sick," says Anastasia. "Tell me what's wrong with it."
Boomer shakes her head. "We've been through this already. I'm stuck in here! I don't know what's going on!" Boomer throws her hands up into the air.
"Whatever it is, it's old," says Anastasia, unconcerned with Boomer's temper tantrum. "It doesn't learn, and it's been here a long time." Anastasia looks away from Boomer. Looks at the ceiling; smiles to herself. "Tell me why Galactica is sick."
"Why should I?" asks Boomer.
"Oh. you know," says Anastasia airily, and waves her hand around. "So you don't die."
"I don't mind dying," says Boomer. "You know that." Boomer moves to hang up the phone.
Anastasia lowers her voice and traces patterns onto the glass. "Even the dead can earn their keep," she says conversationally, and Boomer blinks.
"There's a code," Boomer says. "It's pretty simple. I can't believe you don't already know it."
Anastasia smiles.
"I've always liked you best," she says.
*
Anastasia steps under the water. Systematically scrubs her skin until she knows she is clean; until she knows the sweat and grime is swept from her body. She turns and hands the soap to Felix as he steps under the spray beside her. He cleans himself in the same methodical fashion, then drops the soap and steps towards her. He pushes her against the wall and she wraps her arms around his neck; kisses his ear and holds him close.
"I got rid of it," she whispers. Adds a loud moan in case anyone steps into the bathroom.
"Was it as we suspected?" he asks, and slips inside her. No use leaving the appendage hanging where someone might notice it's not being used.
"These older models," she says. "They're so flawed." She grins and bites his ear. "So susceptible."
He laughs into her skin and comes.
She leaves scratches in his skin, and they take three days to heal.
They are not flawed. They are perfect.
END
fandom: bsg
author: bantha_fodder
pairing: gaeta/dee OMGYAY
i do not own these characters, nor the Battlestar Galactica.
please do not archive
with thanks to claira, who suffers for my art.
***
"Dradis contact," says Felix. "Three, no four."
"Where's the damn CAP?" demands Tigh, as if his knowing will make any difference.
"About a minute away, Sir," replies Felix.
"Well, don't just stand there," yells Tigh, "tell them to get their asses over there!"
Anastasia rolls her eyes, and scrambles all alert fighters.
Later, she rests her hand on Felix's skin, fingers spread wide, and leans forward.
"Tigh's a bastard," she says.
"And useless," replies Felix.
*
As Roslin and the Old Man talk, Billy turns to her and smiles. "Dee," he says quietly.
"Hello Billy," she replies.
"I haven't seen you for a while."
"Yeah, well, I've been very busy," she snaps back. His voice distracts her, and she tries to tune him out and listen to the Old Man's words.
"We're all pretty busy, Dee, but I was hoping we could-"
"Look," interrupts Anastasia. "I just don't think this is working out. I mean, you're a great guy, Billy, but this mixing of military and civilian is just an accident waiting to happen."
"The accident already happened," he snaps back.
"Yeah, and see where that got us! I'm not willing to take the same risks that Lee- that Captain Apollo took. Not even Captain Apollo is willing to take those risks anymore, and he adores the president!"
Billy's glare attempts to fill the silence. "But you don't adore me," he says, sulkily filling in the words she didn't say.
"No," says Anastasia, finally. "I don't."
The Old Man puts a hand into the air, and meets Anastasia's eye. "You may go, Petty Officer," he says in that gruff, kindly voice, and glances at Billy. "Come to my quarters, Madame President, and we can continue this discussion," he says, and turns to her.
Anastasia leaves, but can still hear Roslin's reply.
*
A blip in the system, and Felix turns his head. Looks at the computer screen. He types and types and there it is again, skittish and not very well hidden. He types furiously, chases it through the system and just as he is about to catch it, a heavy step falls behind him.
"Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" asks Tigh.
Felix allows himself a moment to close his eyes in exasperation. He silently exhales. "I think there's a bug in the system, but I've just about got it, Sir."
"That's not good enough!" yells Tigh, and Felix knows without looking that everyone is staring at him. Great.
He loves his job.
"If you'll just give me a moment, Sir, it will no longer be a problem." Felix tries to stay calm, but the tremor in his voice gives his nervousness away.
"This never should have happened in the first place! When our own systems collapse around our ears again, I am personally holding you and your crackpot plans responsible!"
Tigh storms away, and Felix risks a look up. Anastasia frowns at him, but alleviates the moment with a thumbs up, and he grins.
He turns back to his post, and thirty seconds later, it's like the bug never existed.
Almost like it's sloppy programming.
*
"Sloppy," he voices later, barely audible above the falling water. The head is empty save for Felix and Anastasia, and she looks across at him as he picks up the soap.
"Could it be human, rather than cylon?" she asks.
"Maybe," he says, and they're silent after that.
*
Anastasia curls around Felix, and rests her head on his chest. She listens to the beat of his heart, and taps the rhythm onto his skin. "I feel like a bit of a stereotype," she says, "cuddled up like this."
"It's okay," he replies. "Conservation of space."
She smiles and bites hard into his shoulder, but he remains stoic. "So the XO's drinking again," she says, conversationally.
"The Old Man's spending a lot of time with Roslin," he counters. "Any idea why?" Anastasia shrugs, and he continues. "Have you asked her aide?"
She frowns. "We don't talk so much anymore."
"Well, you're not much use then, are you?" He bumps her shoulder playfully, and she knows he's just trying to take the sting off. She grins humourlessly.
"Guess not," she says, and shuts her eyes.
He kisses her eyelids. "Cheer up," he says. "I still think you're handy to have around."
She keeps her eyes closed.
*
The bell rings for shift changeover, and Anastasia rolls her shoulders. She sighs heavily, and closes her eyes. Opens them at a soft touch on her shoulder.
"Dee," says Felix. "Get out of here."
"With pleasure, Sir," she replies. She starts piling papers into his open hands. "This report is for the Commander," she says, "and this one for Colonel Tigh. These are the ones you asked for." She pauses at his chuckle, one hand hovering close to his, and all hands filled with papers. Looks up and meets his eyes.
"I know what they're for, Petty Officer. Stop making excuses to work, and get out of here."
She drops the final papers and squeezes his hand.
"Have fun, Sir," she says, and as she walks out of CIC, she doesn't look back.
She doesn't need to, and his voice exchanging information with Captain Kelly follows her down the corridor towards the mess. She pauses in the doorway, and surveys available positions.
She picks up a tray, weaves between tables and pauses before a mostly empty one.
"May I sit, Sir?" she asks, and Apollo looks up from the papers spread around him.
"Sure thing, Dee," he says, "but with all these reports, I'm not going to be a very good dinner partner."
Anastasia sits, and grins at Apollo over her bowl of reconstituted vegetable soup. "That's okay," she says, "I talk enough for both of us."
*
Felix knocks on the open hatch.
"Room for a fourth?" he asks, and smiles.
"Felix!" cries out Starbuck, and he's almost positive she's mocking him. "There is always room for a cool cat like you." Hotdog and Apollo snicker, and Starbuck grins.
Sometimes he hates pilots.
He sits between Starbuck and Hotdog, and Apollo flips the cards across the table.
"We're not letting Kara deal today," says Apollo. "We think she's been cheating."
The lights flicker once, and Felix looks up. "You're up," says Starbuck as she pokes his shoulder.
"Do the lights flicker often?" He drops a card onto the table.
"Just in here. Probably a dodgy light globe." She shrugs, and Hotdog takes them all with full colours.
The lights flicker again.
*
Cally slides on the chair opposite Anastasia, and drops her tray on the table. "Good morning, Dee," she says, cheerfully, and Anastasia raises her mug in greetings.
"Cally," she says, before gulping down the scalding coffee, and pretending it's strong enough to taste like home.
Cally pushes her tray over slightly and leans over, elbows on the table as she drops her voice conspiritorially. "We've been hearing rumours about you, young lady." Cally raises her eyebrows. "Scandalous rumours."
"Oh?" Anastasia asks, and tenses slightly.
"About you and a certain bridge bunny." Cally hedges around, and Anastasia lets out a laugh.
"Of course, I never believed it," continues Cally, "I mean, I know you've broken up with Billy, and he's such a catch that you can have only left him for greener pastures." Cally pauses to flutter her eyelashes at Anastasia, and she grins in return. "So clearly, the rumours are wrong. But we should still chat about them."
Anastasia grins, and picks at the blisters on her fingers. "You don't think I'd frak Gaeta?" she asks.
"Don't do that," replies Cally absently, and she bats Anastasia's hands away. "And not even if the cylons forced you to," continues Cally. "I've seen that documentary."
Anastasia grins. "I like his tattoo," she says, and they move on to discussing the attributes of the pilots.
It's close enough to the truth.
*
In CIC, Anastasia calls to the Old Man.
"Sir," she says, "I've lost the signal to Colonial One."
"That's fine," handwaves the Old Man, and Tigh turns in surprise.
"You want that bitch to be silent?"
Adama rests a heavy hand on Tigh's shoulder. "Old friend," he says, and Felix's panel explodes.
When the smoke clears, Felix crawls under his desk, and emerges with wires in his hand.
"Faulty wiring," he says, and meets Anastasia's eyes.
She does not look away.
*
Anastasia trails the Old Man down the corridor, and pauses as he stops to greet Roslin. Their conversation becomes animated and they clearly notice nothing but one another, and Billy takes advantage of the circumstances to edge around to where Anastasia stands.
"You couldn't have just told me the truth?" asks Billy in a whisper, and Anastasia rolls her eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says, and tries to listen to what Roslin is saying. Something about an epidemic?
"For a girl who was too busy to see me, you're sure getting around."
Anastasia turns to face Billy, an annoyance who won't go away. "Do you mind?" she asks. "I'd rather the president didn't think of me like that."
"But you don't deny it," exclaims Billy, a thread of triumph in his tone.
"What am I denying?" she asks, distracted again by the Old Man's aura of urgency.
"By the Gods, Dee," says Billy. "You could have just told me you had your eyes on Captain Apollo. I respect him, but we can't all take risks like him,'" he mimics in a falsetto.
"Please, Billy," she says. "I respect the man. I'm not frakking him."
"Then it's Gaeta! I knew it!"
Anastasia laughs quietly and shakes her head.
"Okay," she says. "Whatever."
Billy frowns.
*
"What I don't understand," says Baltar as he rests a hand under his chin and frowns, "is what the virus is trying to achieve. If we've learned anything about the cylons, it's that they tend not to repeat their mistakes. They've tried undermining our computer systems, and it simply didn't work."
Felix sits still, almost at attention, as he watches Doctor Baltar gesticulate wildly and lecture the room.
"Doctor Baltar," interrupts Felix, with what he feels is an appropriate amount of reverence, "I know I'm not as experienced as you are, but maybe it's an older bug, one isolated from the cylon community, that was placed on Galactica before the attacks."
"Yes," says Baltar. He stills the motions of his hands, but his eyes flit around the room, pausing to focus on nothing until they come to rest on Felix. Baltar pauses, as if he's listening to someone, but the room is empty. "Perhaps you are correct, Lieutenant Gaeta."
Baltar turns to leave, but pauses at the hatch. "Thank you for your assistance," he says hurriedly over his shoulder, and disappears.
Felix grins.
He likes being helpful.
*
Anastasia steps into the bathroom, and feels water seeping into her shoes. "Frak," she says aloud. "This has got to stop."
*
Anastasia rests a hand on the glass. She stands there and stares, watches Boomer in her stillness. She picks up the handset, and waits for Boomer to walk across and do the same.
She waits a while.
Finally, Boomer stirs. She meets Anastasia's eyes, and moves to the glass. Boomer reaches for the handset.
"What do you want?" she asks.
"The ship is sick," says Anastasia. "Tell me what's wrong with it."
Boomer shakes her head. "We've been through this already. I'm stuck in here! I don't know what's going on!" Boomer throws her hands up into the air.
"Whatever it is, it's old," says Anastasia, unconcerned with Boomer's temper tantrum. "It doesn't learn, and it's been here a long time." Anastasia looks away from Boomer. Looks at the ceiling; smiles to herself. "Tell me why Galactica is sick."
"Why should I?" asks Boomer.
"Oh. you know," says Anastasia airily, and waves her hand around. "So you don't die."
"I don't mind dying," says Boomer. "You know that." Boomer moves to hang up the phone.
Anastasia lowers her voice and traces patterns onto the glass. "Even the dead can earn their keep," she says conversationally, and Boomer blinks.
"There's a code," Boomer says. "It's pretty simple. I can't believe you don't already know it."
Anastasia smiles.
"I've always liked you best," she says.
*
Anastasia steps under the water. Systematically scrubs her skin until she knows she is clean; until she knows the sweat and grime is swept from her body. She turns and hands the soap to Felix as he steps under the spray beside her. He cleans himself in the same methodical fashion, then drops the soap and steps towards her. He pushes her against the wall and she wraps her arms around his neck; kisses his ear and holds him close.
"I got rid of it," she whispers. Adds a loud moan in case anyone steps into the bathroom.
"Was it as we suspected?" he asks, and slips inside her. No use leaving the appendage hanging where someone might notice it's not being used.
"These older models," she says. "They're so flawed." She grins and bites his ear. "So susceptible."
He laughs into her skin and comes.
She leaves scratches in his skin, and they take three days to heal.
They are not flawed. They are perfect.
END
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:44 pm (UTC)You can only be nice to me for the rest of the day, because you DELIBERATLY WOKE ME UP, you horrid person.
P.S. I like this fic.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:48 pm (UTC)Also, you should totally have been awake anyway. It was, like, after eight!
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:11 pm (UTC)You better be very, very nice to me over SMS.
*grovels and adores*
Date: 2005-10-20 04:50 pm (UTC)So many layers and that ending. Well, that's just perfect. The sprawling *creepiness* of it, so BSG and there's so much here going on, especially with Adama and the President and oh, Billy.
I'd feel sorry for him, except ... HA!
I adore the idea of them being the Nick and Nora of the Cylons. Because, just ... yes. Aware Cylons at that. Frakking with the humans and each other because it's fun.
Dude. You made my night. I adored this a whole lot.
*grovels again*
Re: *grovels and adores*
Date: 2005-10-20 05:18 pm (UTC)They are cylons. Okay, in fact, you know that icon of yours that says secrets? Do you know where I can find that pic? Because I want one that looks just like that, only I want it to say 'cylons' instead of secrets. OMG. I AM BRILLIANT. *g*
I am glad I could cheer you up with my fic, even though it was not very porny. I hope your night gets better, and that you find some chocolate (and porn). Meanwhile, I must zoom off to work. ALAS. No more porn for me today. ALAS.
Re: *grovels and adores*
Date: 2005-10-20 05:26 pm (UTC)I love this fic too. A lot. Because it makes complete canon sense and would be OMGSOCOOL if they dared to go there, but they won't because Ron Moore is way too in love with Dee (which is okay, but probably means a thematic death for her character.)
According to the icon maker, it's from 2.02, but I've failed to capture that particular stance and not for lack of trying. Personally, I think it's from another infamous G/D "potty" scene, of which they have a lot ... which, you've proved here, have seriously dicey tones.
They are of the CREEP in that bathroom, but ... ;)
Good writing is as good as p0rn ... mostly. And this was definitely of the good, writing-wise.
Have a good day (night?) at work. *snugs*
Re: *grovels and adores*
Date: 2005-10-21 05:20 am (UTC)Okay, maybe not everyone, but there was a poll earlier this week, and I remember Rawles speculating about it a little.
Dee and Gaeta are SO CREEPY whenever they're in the bathroom. But then, they're pretty creepy whenever they're away from the masses. I found Dee far more creepy than Adama in that scene with the model boat, for example.
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Date: 2005-10-20 06:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-21 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-20 06:19 pm (UTC)This, though, was brilliant slips inside her. No use leaving the appendage hanging where someone might notice it's not being used.
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Date: 2005-10-21 05:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-20 06:25 pm (UTC)...
They are not flawed. They are perfect.
BRILLIANCE. I loved this. Dee and Gaeta shall pwn all.
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Date: 2005-10-21 05:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-20 08:11 pm (UTC)*sniff* deeeee/billlyyyyyyy
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Date: 2005-10-21 05:31 am (UTC)OMG I know they are SO CUTE. But Dee/Gaeta is even better!
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Date: 2005-10-21 05:08 am (UTC)*head goes splodey*
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Date: 2005-10-21 05:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-21 05:49 am (UTC)This was awesome, espacially the last section. SO CREEPY and so gooooooood.
I love the way Gaeta is slowly but surely taking over the entire fandom. Pretty sure it's
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Date: 2005-10-21 06:54 am (UTC)Anastasia curls around Felix, and rests her head on his chest. She listens to the beat of his heart, and taps the rhythm onto his skin. "I feel like a bit of a stereotype," she says, "cuddled up like this."
"It's okay," he replies. "Conservation of space."
Loved that!
I also loved Billy and him being overly suspicious. LOL.
Man - I now am sure I'll almost be disappointed with the show when it comes back...
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Date: 2005-10-21 10:02 am (UTC)*nods* The downside of fanon, to be sure. But, until then ... GOOD TIMES! ;)
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Date: 2005-10-21 10:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-21 12:47 pm (UTC)B/c you wrote Dee/Gaeta fic and not Dee/Apollo fic. B/c...eww.
They are not flawed. They are perfect.
And so is your writing. :)
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Date: 2005-10-21 11:44 pm (UTC)Agreed with everyone that the last scene was creepy, and also, poor Billy! I loved how it built up slowly but steadily so that you could put the pieces together.
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Date: 2005-10-22 05:38 pm (UTC)they are cylons together! makes my head hurt to think of it.
They are not flawed. They are perfect.
This fic is not flawed.
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Date: 2005-10-22 05:40 pm (UTC)