A Very Not-Gen Gaeta Music Meme
Clocks, Coldplay
Felix lay on the floor of a relatively quiet corner of the CIC and stared at the ceiling. After jump forty-three, the Old Man had assigned Urlin to put the finishing touches on Felix’s calculations for the next jump and sent Felix up there to get some sleep.
If they had to keep this pace up, Felix knew that after jump eighty-six, he’d be able to sleep just fine, despite the world having just ended. But now, fatigue hadn’t taken the edge off the horror quite enough to let Felix drift off.
Thirty-three minutes was too short a time to take in the enormity of losing the whole Fleet, twelve planets and dozens of inhabited moons, everyone he’d ever known that wasn’t on Galactica-his father, his aunt and her kids, Jena and Charlie Banning and their two girls, his godschildren. Strangely, the only loss Felix could fit into the space of thirty-three minutes was Mark.
Felix had met Mark when he’d gotten shore leave three months ago, the last time Galactica had been at the Scorpia Shipyards. Mark was the LSO on the Atlantia, sandy-haired and smart and called Felix “Tiger” and did something indescribably amazing with his tongue when he traced Felix’s tattoo. Felix had only had a week of leave, but it had been the best week he’d had planetside in a very long time. Even so, he’d been shocked when Mark started talking about putting in a good word and pulling some strings to get Felix assigned to the Atlantia after Galactica’s de-commissioning.
They hadn’t made any promises, and Felix hadn’t wanted to, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the warm thrill that had raced through him when he got the order to report to the Atlantia next week wasn’t only because he’d always wanted to run the tactical station on a Mercury-class battlestar.
Handjobs for the Holidays, Broken Social Scene
“Happy Bacchanalia,” Louis said after he kissed Felix, lips still close enough that they brushed Felix’s as he spoke.
“Gods, I love religion some days,” Felix breathed as Louis removed his hand from inside Felix’s pants. “Whoever thought up a holiday for heavy drinking and semi-public sex should be sainted, if they aren’t a god already.”
“Glad you liked your gift,” Louis smirked, quite satisfied with himself. “I suppose it’ll have to make up for not participating in the drunken orgies. I’m not willing to share you.”
“Really, orgies? Do they still have those?”
“Before the attacks, only in some rural areas of Leonis. As for now…well, would it really be that different than most nights in the rec room?”
“Point taken,” said Felix. He straightened his jacket, throwing a glance over Louis’s shoulder at the hatch to the storage closet, thinking he’d seen something move. Nothing happened, so he chalked it up to nerves.
“Well, back to work, I suppose,” said Louis absently, looking around the closet for something to use to wipe off his hand.
“There’s still an hour before our shift…” Felix murmured, though he wasn’t sure Louis heard it.
Felix always felt a little silly, making a conscious effort to be seductive early on in a relationship. But it was such a good opportunity…he took a deep breath and grabbed Louis’s wrist.
“You can’t go yet. I haven’t given you your gift yet.” Felix directed two of Louis’s fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, the taste of salt still surprisingly strong.
He looked up at Louis with what he hoped were bedroom eyes. The look on Louis’s face dispelled any awkwardness and uncertainty Felix had left.
Hallelujah, Rufus Wainwright
The first thing that came to Felix’s mind was that, if they had to do this, he wished it had been heated and frantic enough that they hadn’t bothered to take off their clothes. There might be a time and place where the slow, almost solemn mutual striptease might have been sexy. But the cold wind crept in through the gap between the tent and the ground, tickling Felix’s spine and the backs of his legs, and though he could appreciate the beauty of her lithe body in an intellectual sense, the sight of her didn’t send an electric shock through him.
The second thing Felix thought was that the chair’s armrests made it so that there was no good way for her to position her knees as she straddled his lap. He doubted the cot would be any less awkward. He also hadn’t realized he’d been clutching those armrests like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver until she put her hands on his shoulders and waited for him to take hold of her hips.
The third thing Felix thought when he closed his eyes and heard his own soft moans mingling with Eight’s:
This woman will be my undoing.
Songbird, Eva Cassidy
“You know they’re already grumbling about you naming it ‘New Caprica,’” said Felix in a tone so close to a laugh that Gaius could hardly believe he was still talking politics.
“Are they?”
“Mmm, they are, especially the Librans. They always did think they were at the center of the universe. Frankly, I still don’t know how you ever got it past Zarek.”
Gaius mused that, in a perfect world, Felix would have been lying on the riverbank naked, skin warm and glistening under the first sun they’d seen in months. But, New Caprica being far from a perfect world, only Felix’s feet were bare, hanging down over the bank and into the frigid river water, so cold it made him shiver even fully-clothed. A sliver of skin peeked out from under his sweater and jacket as he lay back in the grass, hands behind his head, eyes closed as the cold sun shone on his face.
“You should’ve named it New Kobol,” Felix continued. Gaius sat and said nothing. “What was Kobol like?”
“Horrible. Crawling with Centurions.”
He watched Felix’s face darken, just for a moment. “I’m sorry. I just-I wondered if the landscape was as beautiful as the scriptures said it was.”
Gaius nodded, though Felix’s eyes were still closed. “It’s green, very green, and there are snow-capped mountains…” Gaius paused. He could do better than that. “And the trees are tall and straight and look so old and noble that one almost thinks they remember when the gods were young.” Felix sighed, barely perceptibly. “There’s a lake there that’s brilliant blue, bluer than the sky on Canceron, and there are birds that sing like the world is new again.” For a moment, Gaius saw a flash of another young man lying in the sun, his face burned black and his breath coming in shuddering gasps as he listened to the birds.
“Seelix said she heard something that sounded like a nightingale.” Felix smiled. “New Kobol. That’s what it’s going to be to me.”
Gaius’s stomach churned. He hadn’t prayed since Kobol, but he was hoping to God Felix was wrong.
Doesn’t Remind Me, Audioslave
Felix had never lived with someone before. He’d spent the night on Colonial One many times, but there was always a clear delineation between Gaius and the rest of Felix’s life.
With Eight, it was different. Eight had somehow seeped into all the different corners of his life when he hadn’t been looking. She still officially had quarters in the Cylon District, but Felix couldn’t remember the last night she’d spent anywhere other than his tent. They worked together, ate together, slept together, and plotted together as much as Felix felt he could let her. They fell into a nightly routine without ever speaking about it, both learning each other’s unspoken rhythms and quirks.
Felix knew that, in the back of his mind, he’d wanted a life something like this: comfortable, companionable. He wanted to be able to find joy in little moments, bits of kindness and consideration done for no reason but to make the other happy, or for no conscious reason at all.
The thing he liked most of all, though, was that this life was so unlike being with Gaius that none of it evoked memories of that old one. Eight worried about Felix when he was out late and told him when she was going to be late, too, hummed completely different songs when she did paperwork, kissed with an entirely different agenda, responded to touches in places that had left Gaius cold. It was as good as it could be, under the circumstances, Felix thought.
Except, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that what had made this life so appealing before was the hope of Gaius being part of it.
The Night We Called It A Day, Diana Krall
When he left his temple and home, he was sure he would know what to say while he walked all the way to sickbay. When he walked the halls, he was sure he’d think of the right words by the time Paulla and Jeanne left him at the hatchway to the infirmary. When Jeanne kissed him on the cheek and trotted after Paulla, who was already half-way down the hall, headed for Dogsville, he knew that when he saw Felix, the words would come.
As soon as he heard Felix’s voice, Gaius’s mind froze. He realized that he had no words left for Felix, none that wouldn’t be a lie in some sense, at least. So, he stood behind the curtain and bore witness, whispering incoherent prayers to whoever might be listening until Lee Adama’s wife and another officer came to Felix’s bedside, took his hands in theirs, and said all the things that needed to be said. Then Gaius turned away, left with nothing but the knowledge of all the things he should have said, years ago when it might have mattered.
Make It Hot, Mirah
“Again? Already? Okay…”
Five hours. Five frakking hours. Or, more accurately, five hours of frakking. Felix had never been so grateful for a computer malfunction in his life.
Someone had knocked on the bunkroom hatch thirty minutes after they’d put the boots out. Much to Felix and Louis’s surprise, though, no one had come barging in. There had been a few minutes of fear when Felix and Louis had realized they were locked in, since the last time doors had started locking themselves, a Cylon virus had almost asphyxiated Starbuck, Apollo, and Hotdog. But as soon as Chief called them and told them that something in the latest security patch was wreaking havoc on the hatch keypads and climate controls but not the ventilation system, Felix and Louis relaxed and took full advantage of the situation.
When Louis complained he was thirsty, they commandeered the bottle of moonshine Vinson was hiding in his bunk. (“We can’t afford to get dehydrated.”) When the climate controls heated the room up, they frakked. (“It would be wasteful to get our uniforms unnecessarily sweaty, so you’d better take your clothes back off.”) When the climate controls cooled the room down, they frakked. (“It’s a really efficient way to generate heat.”) Not having access to a head was going to be a problem eventually, but if pissing in an empty bottle was the price he had to pay to get that much time alone with Louis, Felix was more than willing to pay it.
Fortuitously, Louis was frakking Felix up against the bulkhead right next to the phone when Chief Tyrol called.
“You guys still doing all right in there?”
“Yes,” replied Felix, a little too enthusiastically to fit Chief’s question.
“Uh, yeah, well…I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck in there for awhile. We just got a call from the daycare, and both their exit hatches are frakked up. We’ve got your climate controls all fixed, so you should be fine for awhile. We’ll be back to fix the hatch when we’ve got the little kids unlocked, okay?”
“No hurry!” Louis called over Felix’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I kind of figured that when I tripped over the boots,” answered Chief.
Leaving On A Jet Plane, Chantal Kreviazuk
“As if it’s not hard enough working on different shifts,” Felix groused.
“I’m not going to say it doesn’t suck, because it does,” said Louis, shifting in the rack to find a more comfortable position and pulling Felix a little closer in the process. “But we’ll deal with it, like we always do.”
“It’s never been months before.”
“I know.”
“And it’s never been with Starbuck as my CO, either.”
“Or-might as well save you the trouble of saying it-with an undead zombie for a CO.”
Felix chuckled in spite of himself.
Louis continued, shrugging, “Just go out on your sewer ship, find Earth, and get your ass home in one piece as soon as you can.”
“Find Earth,” Felix snorted. “You don’t believe her, do you?”
“No,” Louis said firmly, then added, “It’s not that I don’t believe in miracles. But I think Starbuck’s used all hers up. I just figured if you did get lucky and find Earth early, you could come home sooner.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll tell Starbuck that. ‘Uh, Sir, could you attune yourself to this magical Earth-sense a little faster? My boyfriend probably really needs a good frak by now.’”
They both giggled at that a little, but Louis’s expression went soft and sincere as he threaded his fingers through Felix’s curls. “I’ll be waiting.
Donald Where’s Your Trousers, Brobdingagian Bards
“How did this happen?”
“Your falsetto is better than Kelly’s, you have better legs than Jammer, and on top of all that, you’re the only one with narrow enough hips to fit into Pollux’s skirt,” said Dee, barely containing her laughter.
“I know that,” said Felix, swishing the knee-length paisley print skirt around in his hands for added emphasis, “but how did I end up like this?”
“Do you remember how many shots of ambrosia you had?”
“No.”
“That would be how.”
“Oh.”
“What I’m wondering is why you’re still wearing it,” Dee said. “Is there going to be an encore performance of the all-male H.M.S. Pinafore again? Because if there is, I’m selling tickets this time.”
“No, that was a once-in-a-lifetime show. No particular reason,” said Felix, wobbling enough that Dee had to catch his arm to keep him from falling over. “It’s kinda nice. Good airflow. Easy access.”
“Easy access?”
Felix grinned lewdly. “Skulls is fun when he’s really, really drunk.”
Dee stopped dead in her tracks, yanking Felix to a halt beside her. “Wait, you mean you’re not wearing any-”
“Not anymore,” Felix chuckled.
Dee rolled her eyes. “Pollux is gonna kill you…”
My Favorite Mistake, Sheryl Crow
“How can you say you love me when you act that way!”
Felix tried not to listen to Caprica Six and Gaius fighting in the next room as he hunched over his paperwork, but they were nearly impossible to ignore. From what he could gather, Caprica Six was angry at Gaius for sleeping with someone else. That was a surprise-not that Gaius slept around, of course, since Felix had plenty of firsthand experience with that aspect of Gaius’s personality-but that Gaius would risk calling in an “intern” with a Cylon like Caprica Six watching him like a hawk. She might love Gaius, but Felix had the distinct impression that if you cheated on Caprica Six, you’d better have a death wish.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Felix could hear Gaius’s voice coming closer. He ducked his head even lower when Gaius opened the door to the President’s office, Caprica Six on his heels. “Perhaps it’s different with Cylons, but with humans, sex and love are very often completely mutually exclusive. Isn’t that right, Felix?”
Felix looked up. It would have hurt so much less if Felix could have convinced himself that Gaius chose him to answer this question because he was there and convenient. But for once, it was clear from the look on his face that Gaius knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yes,” Felix croaked.
Felix lay on the floor of a relatively quiet corner of the CIC and stared at the ceiling. After jump forty-three, the Old Man had assigned Urlin to put the finishing touches on Felix’s calculations for the next jump and sent Felix up there to get some sleep.
If they had to keep this pace up, Felix knew that after jump eighty-six, he’d be able to sleep just fine, despite the world having just ended. But now, fatigue hadn’t taken the edge off the horror quite enough to let Felix drift off.
Thirty-three minutes was too short a time to take in the enormity of losing the whole Fleet, twelve planets and dozens of inhabited moons, everyone he’d ever known that wasn’t on Galactica-his father, his aunt and her kids, Jena and Charlie Banning and their two girls, his godschildren. Strangely, the only loss Felix could fit into the space of thirty-three minutes was Mark.
Felix had met Mark when he’d gotten shore leave three months ago, the last time Galactica had been at the Scorpia Shipyards. Mark was the LSO on the Atlantia, sandy-haired and smart and called Felix “Tiger” and did something indescribably amazing with his tongue when he traced Felix’s tattoo. Felix had only had a week of leave, but it had been the best week he’d had planetside in a very long time. Even so, he’d been shocked when Mark started talking about putting in a good word and pulling some strings to get Felix assigned to the Atlantia after Galactica’s de-commissioning.
They hadn’t made any promises, and Felix hadn’t wanted to, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the warm thrill that had raced through him when he got the order to report to the Atlantia next week wasn’t only because he’d always wanted to run the tactical station on a Mercury-class battlestar.
Handjobs for the Holidays, Broken Social Scene
“Happy Bacchanalia,” Louis said after he kissed Felix, lips still close enough that they brushed Felix’s as he spoke.
“Gods, I love religion some days,” Felix breathed as Louis removed his hand from inside Felix’s pants. “Whoever thought up a holiday for heavy drinking and semi-public sex should be sainted, if they aren’t a god already.”
“Glad you liked your gift,” Louis smirked, quite satisfied with himself. “I suppose it’ll have to make up for not participating in the drunken orgies. I’m not willing to share you.”
“Really, orgies? Do they still have those?”
“Before the attacks, only in some rural areas of Leonis. As for now…well, would it really be that different than most nights in the rec room?”
“Point taken,” said Felix. He straightened his jacket, throwing a glance over Louis’s shoulder at the hatch to the storage closet, thinking he’d seen something move. Nothing happened, so he chalked it up to nerves.
“Well, back to work, I suppose,” said Louis absently, looking around the closet for something to use to wipe off his hand.
“There’s still an hour before our shift…” Felix murmured, though he wasn’t sure Louis heard it.
Felix always felt a little silly, making a conscious effort to be seductive early on in a relationship. But it was such a good opportunity…he took a deep breath and grabbed Louis’s wrist.
“You can’t go yet. I haven’t given you your gift yet.” Felix directed two of Louis’s fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, the taste of salt still surprisingly strong.
He looked up at Louis with what he hoped were bedroom eyes. The look on Louis’s face dispelled any awkwardness and uncertainty Felix had left.
Hallelujah, Rufus Wainwright
The first thing that came to Felix’s mind was that, if they had to do this, he wished it had been heated and frantic enough that they hadn’t bothered to take off their clothes. There might be a time and place where the slow, almost solemn mutual striptease might have been sexy. But the cold wind crept in through the gap between the tent and the ground, tickling Felix’s spine and the backs of his legs, and though he could appreciate the beauty of her lithe body in an intellectual sense, the sight of her didn’t send an electric shock through him.
The second thing Felix thought was that the chair’s armrests made it so that there was no good way for her to position her knees as she straddled his lap. He doubted the cot would be any less awkward. He also hadn’t realized he’d been clutching those armrests like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver until she put her hands on his shoulders and waited for him to take hold of her hips.
The third thing Felix thought when he closed his eyes and heard his own soft moans mingling with Eight’s:
This woman will be my undoing.
Songbird, Eva Cassidy
“You know they’re already grumbling about you naming it ‘New Caprica,’” said Felix in a tone so close to a laugh that Gaius could hardly believe he was still talking politics.
“Are they?”
“Mmm, they are, especially the Librans. They always did think they were at the center of the universe. Frankly, I still don’t know how you ever got it past Zarek.”
Gaius mused that, in a perfect world, Felix would have been lying on the riverbank naked, skin warm and glistening under the first sun they’d seen in months. But, New Caprica being far from a perfect world, only Felix’s feet were bare, hanging down over the bank and into the frigid river water, so cold it made him shiver even fully-clothed. A sliver of skin peeked out from under his sweater and jacket as he lay back in the grass, hands behind his head, eyes closed as the cold sun shone on his face.
“You should’ve named it New Kobol,” Felix continued. Gaius sat and said nothing. “What was Kobol like?”
“Horrible. Crawling with Centurions.”
He watched Felix’s face darken, just for a moment. “I’m sorry. I just-I wondered if the landscape was as beautiful as the scriptures said it was.”
Gaius nodded, though Felix’s eyes were still closed. “It’s green, very green, and there are snow-capped mountains…” Gaius paused. He could do better than that. “And the trees are tall and straight and look so old and noble that one almost thinks they remember when the gods were young.” Felix sighed, barely perceptibly. “There’s a lake there that’s brilliant blue, bluer than the sky on Canceron, and there are birds that sing like the world is new again.” For a moment, Gaius saw a flash of another young man lying in the sun, his face burned black and his breath coming in shuddering gasps as he listened to the birds.
“Seelix said she heard something that sounded like a nightingale.” Felix smiled. “New Kobol. That’s what it’s going to be to me.”
Gaius’s stomach churned. He hadn’t prayed since Kobol, but he was hoping to God Felix was wrong.
Doesn’t Remind Me, Audioslave
Felix had never lived with someone before. He’d spent the night on Colonial One many times, but there was always a clear delineation between Gaius and the rest of Felix’s life.
With Eight, it was different. Eight had somehow seeped into all the different corners of his life when he hadn’t been looking. She still officially had quarters in the Cylon District, but Felix couldn’t remember the last night she’d spent anywhere other than his tent. They worked together, ate together, slept together, and plotted together as much as Felix felt he could let her. They fell into a nightly routine without ever speaking about it, both learning each other’s unspoken rhythms and quirks.
Felix knew that, in the back of his mind, he’d wanted a life something like this: comfortable, companionable. He wanted to be able to find joy in little moments, bits of kindness and consideration done for no reason but to make the other happy, or for no conscious reason at all.
The thing he liked most of all, though, was that this life was so unlike being with Gaius that none of it evoked memories of that old one. Eight worried about Felix when he was out late and told him when she was going to be late, too, hummed completely different songs when she did paperwork, kissed with an entirely different agenda, responded to touches in places that had left Gaius cold. It was as good as it could be, under the circumstances, Felix thought.
Except, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that what had made this life so appealing before was the hope of Gaius being part of it.
The Night We Called It A Day, Diana Krall
When he left his temple and home, he was sure he would know what to say while he walked all the way to sickbay. When he walked the halls, he was sure he’d think of the right words by the time Paulla and Jeanne left him at the hatchway to the infirmary. When Jeanne kissed him on the cheek and trotted after Paulla, who was already half-way down the hall, headed for Dogsville, he knew that when he saw Felix, the words would come.
As soon as he heard Felix’s voice, Gaius’s mind froze. He realized that he had no words left for Felix, none that wouldn’t be a lie in some sense, at least. So, he stood behind the curtain and bore witness, whispering incoherent prayers to whoever might be listening until Lee Adama’s wife and another officer came to Felix’s bedside, took his hands in theirs, and said all the things that needed to be said. Then Gaius turned away, left with nothing but the knowledge of all the things he should have said, years ago when it might have mattered.
Make It Hot, Mirah
“Again? Already? Okay…”
Five hours. Five frakking hours. Or, more accurately, five hours of frakking. Felix had never been so grateful for a computer malfunction in his life.
Someone had knocked on the bunkroom hatch thirty minutes after they’d put the boots out. Much to Felix and Louis’s surprise, though, no one had come barging in. There had been a few minutes of fear when Felix and Louis had realized they were locked in, since the last time doors had started locking themselves, a Cylon virus had almost asphyxiated Starbuck, Apollo, and Hotdog. But as soon as Chief called them and told them that something in the latest security patch was wreaking havoc on the hatch keypads and climate controls but not the ventilation system, Felix and Louis relaxed and took full advantage of the situation.
When Louis complained he was thirsty, they commandeered the bottle of moonshine Vinson was hiding in his bunk. (“We can’t afford to get dehydrated.”) When the climate controls heated the room up, they frakked. (“It would be wasteful to get our uniforms unnecessarily sweaty, so you’d better take your clothes back off.”) When the climate controls cooled the room down, they frakked. (“It’s a really efficient way to generate heat.”) Not having access to a head was going to be a problem eventually, but if pissing in an empty bottle was the price he had to pay to get that much time alone with Louis, Felix was more than willing to pay it.
Fortuitously, Louis was frakking Felix up against the bulkhead right next to the phone when Chief Tyrol called.
“You guys still doing all right in there?”
“Yes,” replied Felix, a little too enthusiastically to fit Chief’s question.
“Uh, yeah, well…I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck in there for awhile. We just got a call from the daycare, and both their exit hatches are frakked up. We’ve got your climate controls all fixed, so you should be fine for awhile. We’ll be back to fix the hatch when we’ve got the little kids unlocked, okay?”
“No hurry!” Louis called over Felix’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I kind of figured that when I tripped over the boots,” answered Chief.
Leaving On A Jet Plane, Chantal Kreviazuk
“As if it’s not hard enough working on different shifts,” Felix groused.
“I’m not going to say it doesn’t suck, because it does,” said Louis, shifting in the rack to find a more comfortable position and pulling Felix a little closer in the process. “But we’ll deal with it, like we always do.”
“It’s never been months before.”
“I know.”
“And it’s never been with Starbuck as my CO, either.”
“Or-might as well save you the trouble of saying it-with an undead zombie for a CO.”
Felix chuckled in spite of himself.
Louis continued, shrugging, “Just go out on your sewer ship, find Earth, and get your ass home in one piece as soon as you can.”
“Find Earth,” Felix snorted. “You don’t believe her, do you?”
“No,” Louis said firmly, then added, “It’s not that I don’t believe in miracles. But I think Starbuck’s used all hers up. I just figured if you did get lucky and find Earth early, you could come home sooner.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll tell Starbuck that. ‘Uh, Sir, could you attune yourself to this magical Earth-sense a little faster? My boyfriend probably really needs a good frak by now.’”
They both giggled at that a little, but Louis’s expression went soft and sincere as he threaded his fingers through Felix’s curls. “I’ll be waiting.
Donald Where’s Your Trousers, Brobdingagian Bards
“How did this happen?”
“Your falsetto is better than Kelly’s, you have better legs than Jammer, and on top of all that, you’re the only one with narrow enough hips to fit into Pollux’s skirt,” said Dee, barely containing her laughter.
“I know that,” said Felix, swishing the knee-length paisley print skirt around in his hands for added emphasis, “but how did I end up like this?”
“Do you remember how many shots of ambrosia you had?”
“No.”
“That would be how.”
“Oh.”
“What I’m wondering is why you’re still wearing it,” Dee said. “Is there going to be an encore performance of the all-male H.M.S. Pinafore again? Because if there is, I’m selling tickets this time.”
“No, that was a once-in-a-lifetime show. No particular reason,” said Felix, wobbling enough that Dee had to catch his arm to keep him from falling over. “It’s kinda nice. Good airflow. Easy access.”
“Easy access?”
Felix grinned lewdly. “Skulls is fun when he’s really, really drunk.”
Dee stopped dead in her tracks, yanking Felix to a halt beside her. “Wait, you mean you’re not wearing any-”
“Not anymore,” Felix chuckled.
Dee rolled her eyes. “Pollux is gonna kill you…”
My Favorite Mistake, Sheryl Crow
“How can you say you love me when you act that way!”
Felix tried not to listen to Caprica Six and Gaius fighting in the next room as he hunched over his paperwork, but they were nearly impossible to ignore. From what he could gather, Caprica Six was angry at Gaius for sleeping with someone else. That was a surprise-not that Gaius slept around, of course, since Felix had plenty of firsthand experience with that aspect of Gaius’s personality-but that Gaius would risk calling in an “intern” with a Cylon like Caprica Six watching him like a hawk. She might love Gaius, but Felix had the distinct impression that if you cheated on Caprica Six, you’d better have a death wish.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Felix could hear Gaius’s voice coming closer. He ducked his head even lower when Gaius opened the door to the President’s office, Caprica Six on his heels. “Perhaps it’s different with Cylons, but with humans, sex and love are very often completely mutually exclusive. Isn’t that right, Felix?”
Felix looked up. It would have hurt so much less if Felix could have convinced himself that Gaius chose him to answer this question because he was there and convenient. But for once, it was clear from the look on his face that Gaius knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yes,” Felix croaked.