My life is plagued by mistakes, broken love, slaps in the face... but I'm trying to care.
Hm. I just got an anonymous comment on Truth on Our Side from someone who said it was interestingly written, and then outlined a bunch of reasons why Gaeta didn't have the best interests of the fleet in mind. I found that interesting, considering I don't even know how you would stumble across my fics unless you were a Gaeta fan? But anyway. I left
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Felix Gaeta stared at the ceiling of the brig, wishing he could stop his mind from replaying the events of the previous days.
What if I had just said ‘no’? he thought to himself, picturing the President’s insistent expression when she’d asked him to interrogate Gaius Baltar, the Old Man tacking on an “I’m not ordering you to do this, son,” in that way that he had of making requests even more demanding than orders, like you’d let him down as not only a soldier but as a human being if you didn’t agree. Who am I kidding? They double-teamed me. There was no way I could’ve said ‘no.’Felix was most intent on mentally reconstructing the actual meeting with Gaius, though, trying to make his hazy memories of it resolve into something coherent. Gaius had looked almost happy to see him when he’d first walked into the cell. After a cold look and a clipped, formal greeting from Felix, though, Gaius had slipped briefly into guilt-quite the rare emotion for Gaius; really, he should feel honored to get that much out ( ... )
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“Tigh thought you deserved a medal,” said Dee, “but he didn’t think the Old Man would go for it. So, Tigh’s gift to you is that he told the marines not to confiscate your other gifts from you while you’re in here.”
Felix stood in silent bewilderment at the idea of Tigh giving him any kind of gift.
“These are from the bridge bunnies,” Dee handed him a pack of cigarettes, “though I still think you should cut back on how many you smoke a day. And this is from Lee and me,” she struggled to fit the small jar of Chief’s hooch through the bars, but it made it. “And…”
“Oh my gods, where did you ever get these?”
“Oh, I didn’t get them anywhere,” Dee said. Then she batted her eyelashes and added in a teasing schoolgirl tone, “They’re from Lieutenant Hoshi“Carrots!” he laughed in astonishment, holding the two stunted but already washed and scraped orange vegetables in his hands almost reverently, a little in awe of the fact that their leafy green tops were still attached. They hadn’t been on the algae diet very long, but it didn’t ( ... )
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“But my type is pretty-awful, isn’t it?” Felix said, dropping heavily onto the cot. “My type is the kind of guy people cheer me on for stabbing him with a pen. Maybe it’s time I developed a new type.”
Amen, Felix, amen.
I love that Hoshi is sending him produce as a gift. I love that the CIC is loving the fact that he stabbed Baltar. I love how Adama turned the other way to let his daughter-in-law visit a man who tried to kill a prisoner.
Dee's parting line. Win. Thank you! This brightened my day.
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And don't laugh at poor Hoshi too much--the CIC crew and Dee already covered the two basic food groups with their gifts, and what other than booze and smokes is there to give in the Fleet? ;)
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I heart them so much.
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