The Woods (1/??); PG13; Gatea/Boomer
Title: The Woods
Ch:1
Rating: PG13
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Gaeta/Boomer, Starbuck, Racetrack, Cally, Tyrol
Summary: AU after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Starbuck advises Boomer on how to get over Tyrol and word starts to spread.
'Oh, now you’ve hurt my feelings. Of course they are.''>
“I’m telling you, it’s the only way to go.”
“Oh come on Starbuck! You can’t be serious.”
The blonde woman sat up from her slouched position, taking her feet down from where she’d propped them on the table.
“Dammit, Valerii, I can’t have you pining away over some knuckledragger down here in the rec room forever. Do it.”
Boomer reached over and took one of Starbuck’s cigars from the other woman’s front pocket. Since the Chief had called it quits with her, she’d been experimenting, deciding that a little self-destructive behavior had never hurt anyone. Or rather it didn’t matter that it had. After all, she was probably a Cylon right? So whatever she did to this body didn’t really count did it?
She lit the stogie and chewed expectantly on its end. “With who?” The two women surveyed the room. There were male officers by the truckload. Starbuck began shuffling cards. “Hot Dog?” She flicked her eyes over at Boomer. Boomer shrugged, making a face.
“If he’s hot for anyone on board, it’s you Kara.” Starbuck wrinkled her nose. “Well maybe I need a booty call too.” She laughed. Easy for her to laugh, Boomer thought. She’s always trying to get over something this way. It’s like nothing really matters to her.
“This is stupid. None of these guys would go for me.”
“See, that’s half your problem right there, Valerii. It’s all about confidence. Plus there are plenty of guys who would go for you. And plenty of guys who would go for anything with a pair of tits on them. Plus I’ve heard some guys right lusting after you.” She let the word roll off her tongue.
Boomer rolled her eyes at her friend. “Like who?”
Starbuck took another swig of the ambrosia she’d won off of Colonel Tigh the night before. “Like….like…” she swung her head around as the rec room door squealed open. “Like Gaeta.”
Boomer looked at her, disbelieving. “Gaeta? Felix Gaeta?” She snorted. “You’re out of your frakking mind, Thrace.”
“Oh c’mon! Like it’s so hard to imagine!” Starbuck gestured over at him with her bottle. “I’ve seen him checking you out and throwing dirty looks at the Chief.” Starbuck took another drink, smiling. “I’ll bet he doesn’t know what happened between you and the Chief yet. Besides,” her voice dropped low now, “I hear he’s hung.” The two of them started to chuckle again. Boomer was glad that she was with Starbuck. This was the first time in a long time she’d been laughing and meant it.
“Hey Gaeta!” Kara shouted. “Dammit Kara! I didn’t say yes yet!” Boomer laughed, pretending to be panic-stricken. Starbuck whispered across the table at her “You might want to turn on the water-works now.”
Boomer smiles a little. I really wish I could be like her. I wish that I could do this.
“What’s up?” Gaeta glanced back and forth between the two of them.
“Well Felix, I was wondering if you would do me a favor, since we’re such old card playing buddies.” Kara smiled craftily at him.
“Starbuck I’m not lending you any money.” He smileed at Boomer and she knew he was trying to get a rise out of her. She wanted to smile but didn’t.
“So lovely Felix, I have a question for you.” Starbuck poured him a drink and handed it to him. “Which one of us would fit better in your rack?” Gaeta looked at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “So my choice is either become one of Starbucks many insignificant conquests or get beaten to death with a big heavy spaceship part by Chief?” He looked back and forth between the two women.
“Oh didn’t you hear?” Starbuck looked at Boomer a little maliciously. “Tyrol broke little Boomer’s heart. She’s free trade now.” Sharon shot an incredulous look of hurt at Kara. Gaeta looked at her and said, “Well if it’s any consolation, I would have picked you anyway.”
Boomer smiled at him a little, her stomach doing flips. I can do this, I can do this, no big deal…
****
“So, this never happened right?”
She pulled her shirt on quickly, her name reverberating over the comm to every corner of the ship. “What do you mean?”
He shifted and sat up in his rack. “I mean, you only did this for a good time right? Not to get back at Tyrol or anything? Not because…you actually like me or anything?”
She thought about how odd it was to hear uncertainty in his voice. She didn’t want to be the cause of it. She liked Gaeta too much for that.
She turned to look at him and seeing the tattoo on his chest remembers the feel of it under her tongue and how willingly he’d kissed her. It had seemed like forever since anyone had kissed her and she had been grateful. Hell, she was grateful now.
She smiled at him. “If you don’t want me to tell anyone I won’t.” She pulled on her greens and her flight suit over that. She bent down so she was eye to eye with him. “Besides, it’s not like this isn’t going to happen again right?”
Gaeta gave her one of his trademark skeptical looks. “That’s what they all say and then…no calls, and I never see them again.” Boomer laughed. She wanted to kiss him again. Instead she got up and threw her hair into a ponytail.
“You’re such a girl, Gaeta!” she shouted back to him after she got to the door.
****
“So’d ya get some?” Kara was looking over her briefing pages.
“You know I did.” Sharon grinned at her. Starbuck grinned back and held up her hand. Boomer slapped it. “That’s my girl. Over the Chief yet?”
Boomer continued to grin. “Give me a few more rounds with Gaeta and I promise I will be.”
Racetrack, who was sitting behind them, leaned in to hear more.
“I always thought he might be gay. What with all the Baltar worship.”
“Trust me when I say he’s not. And not every guy who doesn’t want to frak you is gay, Kara.”
“Oh, now you’ve hurt my feelings. Of course they are.”
****
Racetrack was sitting out on the deck waiting for her Raptor to be prepped. When Cally finished Racetrack thanked her.
“Hey did you hear about Boomer?”
Cally looked taken aback. “What about her?”
“She frakked Gaeta.”
Cally’s mouth fell open. “I thought she was trying to get back together with the Chief!”
Racetrack smirked over at Tyrol who was walking towards them, probably to rake Cally over the coals for taking a five second break. “I guess she’s moved on. And I honestly can’t blame her. I mean come on, frakking Chief practically accused her of being a Cylon! I wouldn’t stand for that if I was her.”
Cally grinned a little at her shoes.
“Cally, what are you doing? I need the synchronizers replaced in Vipers 2 and 6.” Chief said impatiently. “Okay, Chief.” Cally was giggling a little bit under her breath. Racetrack gave him an amused look and boarded her Raptor, waiting for Boomer. “See ya later Chief.” She could barely hide the laughter in her voice.
Cally and Tyrol walked towards the grounded Vipers. “What was that about?” he asked her.
Cally tried to hide her smile. “You don’t want to know.”
Ch:1
Rating: PG13
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Gaeta/Boomer, Starbuck, Racetrack, Cally, Tyrol
Summary: AU after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Starbuck advises Boomer on how to get over Tyrol and word starts to spread.
'Oh, now you’ve hurt my feelings. Of course they are.''>
“I’m telling you, it’s the only way to go.”
“Oh come on Starbuck! You can’t be serious.”
The blonde woman sat up from her slouched position, taking her feet down from where she’d propped them on the table.
“Dammit, Valerii, I can’t have you pining away over some knuckledragger down here in the rec room forever. Do it.”
Boomer reached over and took one of Starbuck’s cigars from the other woman’s front pocket. Since the Chief had called it quits with her, she’d been experimenting, deciding that a little self-destructive behavior had never hurt anyone. Or rather it didn’t matter that it had. After all, she was probably a Cylon right? So whatever she did to this body didn’t really count did it?
She lit the stogie and chewed expectantly on its end. “With who?” The two women surveyed the room. There were male officers by the truckload. Starbuck began shuffling cards. “Hot Dog?” She flicked her eyes over at Boomer. Boomer shrugged, making a face.
“If he’s hot for anyone on board, it’s you Kara.” Starbuck wrinkled her nose. “Well maybe I need a booty call too.” She laughed. Easy for her to laugh, Boomer thought. She’s always trying to get over something this way. It’s like nothing really matters to her.
“This is stupid. None of these guys would go for me.”
“See, that’s half your problem right there, Valerii. It’s all about confidence. Plus there are plenty of guys who would go for you. And plenty of guys who would go for anything with a pair of tits on them. Plus I’ve heard some guys right lusting after you.” She let the word roll off her tongue.
Boomer rolled her eyes at her friend. “Like who?”
Starbuck took another swig of the ambrosia she’d won off of Colonel Tigh the night before. “Like….like…” she swung her head around as the rec room door squealed open. “Like Gaeta.”
Boomer looked at her, disbelieving. “Gaeta? Felix Gaeta?” She snorted. “You’re out of your frakking mind, Thrace.”
“Oh c’mon! Like it’s so hard to imagine!” Starbuck gestured over at him with her bottle. “I’ve seen him checking you out and throwing dirty looks at the Chief.” Starbuck took another drink, smiling. “I’ll bet he doesn’t know what happened between you and the Chief yet. Besides,” her voice dropped low now, “I hear he’s hung.” The two of them started to chuckle again. Boomer was glad that she was with Starbuck. This was the first time in a long time she’d been laughing and meant it.
“Hey Gaeta!” Kara shouted. “Dammit Kara! I didn’t say yes yet!” Boomer laughed, pretending to be panic-stricken. Starbuck whispered across the table at her “You might want to turn on the water-works now.”
Boomer smiles a little. I really wish I could be like her. I wish that I could do this.
“What’s up?” Gaeta glanced back and forth between the two of them.
“Well Felix, I was wondering if you would do me a favor, since we’re such old card playing buddies.” Kara smiled craftily at him.
“Starbuck I’m not lending you any money.” He smileed at Boomer and she knew he was trying to get a rise out of her. She wanted to smile but didn’t.
“So lovely Felix, I have a question for you.” Starbuck poured him a drink and handed it to him. “Which one of us would fit better in your rack?” Gaeta looked at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “So my choice is either become one of Starbucks many insignificant conquests or get beaten to death with a big heavy spaceship part by Chief?” He looked back and forth between the two women.
“Oh didn’t you hear?” Starbuck looked at Boomer a little maliciously. “Tyrol broke little Boomer’s heart. She’s free trade now.” Sharon shot an incredulous look of hurt at Kara. Gaeta looked at her and said, “Well if it’s any consolation, I would have picked you anyway.”
Boomer smiled at him a little, her stomach doing flips. I can do this, I can do this, no big deal…
****
“So, this never happened right?”
She pulled her shirt on quickly, her name reverberating over the comm to every corner of the ship. “What do you mean?”
He shifted and sat up in his rack. “I mean, you only did this for a good time right? Not to get back at Tyrol or anything? Not because…you actually like me or anything?”
She thought about how odd it was to hear uncertainty in his voice. She didn’t want to be the cause of it. She liked Gaeta too much for that.
She turned to look at him and seeing the tattoo on his chest remembers the feel of it under her tongue and how willingly he’d kissed her. It had seemed like forever since anyone had kissed her and she had been grateful. Hell, she was grateful now.
She smiled at him. “If you don’t want me to tell anyone I won’t.” She pulled on her greens and her flight suit over that. She bent down so she was eye to eye with him. “Besides, it’s not like this isn’t going to happen again right?”
Gaeta gave her one of his trademark skeptical looks. “That’s what they all say and then…no calls, and I never see them again.” Boomer laughed. She wanted to kiss him again. Instead she got up and threw her hair into a ponytail.
“You’re such a girl, Gaeta!” she shouted back to him after she got to the door.
****
“So’d ya get some?” Kara was looking over her briefing pages.
“You know I did.” Sharon grinned at her. Starbuck grinned back and held up her hand. Boomer slapped it. “That’s my girl. Over the Chief yet?”
Boomer continued to grin. “Give me a few more rounds with Gaeta and I promise I will be.”
Racetrack, who was sitting behind them, leaned in to hear more.
“I always thought he might be gay. What with all the Baltar worship.”
“Trust me when I say he’s not. And not every guy who doesn’t want to frak you is gay, Kara.”
“Oh, now you’ve hurt my feelings. Of course they are.”
****
Racetrack was sitting out on the deck waiting for her Raptor to be prepped. When Cally finished Racetrack thanked her.
“Hey did you hear about Boomer?”
Cally looked taken aback. “What about her?”
“She frakked Gaeta.”
Cally’s mouth fell open. “I thought she was trying to get back together with the Chief!”
Racetrack smirked over at Tyrol who was walking towards them, probably to rake Cally over the coals for taking a five second break. “I guess she’s moved on. And I honestly can’t blame her. I mean come on, frakking Chief practically accused her of being a Cylon! I wouldn’t stand for that if I was her.”
Cally grinned a little at her shoes.
“Cally, what are you doing? I need the synchronizers replaced in Vipers 2 and 6.” Chief said impatiently. “Okay, Chief.” Cally was giggling a little bit under her breath. Racetrack gave him an amused look and boarded her Raptor, waiting for Boomer. “See ya later Chief.” She could barely hide the laughter in her voice.
Cally and Tyrol walked towards the grounded Vipers. “What was that about?” he asked her.
Cally tried to hide her smile. “You don’t want to know.”