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Title: The Woods (3/??)
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama, Gaius, Head!Six, Tigh, Cally, Crashdown, Doc Cottle
Summary: An S1 AU set after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Real life comes crashing down for Boomer and Gaeta.
A/N: I know, I know, I've just been an inspiration machine with this story.
“It’s not true.”
“Oh yes because you would really know if it was.”
“I would!”
“Look, the test doesn’t lie. It can’t. Do you see that color? Red, red, red, red!”
Gaeta stared at the screen. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Baltar was trying to pull something, like some very bad practical joke. The room felt like it was spinning. He sat down.
Baltar put a hand on his shoulder. “You should tell her. She doesn’t know.”
“That’s a good idea Gaius. Get someone else to do your dirty work.” Six appeared behind him. “She’ll probably kill him if he says anything. It’s too bad, really. I think they’re really cute together.” Six smiled malevolently at Baltar. “You need to understand that Sharon, the woman we know, is not a Cylon.
Gaeta threw his hand off. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, do you understand?” Gauis’ eyes went wide. “I-what?”
“You’re not going to tell anyone that you know this about her, do you understand?” Gaeta was thinking at about six thousand miles an hour. He wasn’t sure if he could keep it from Boomer, no, he’d have to tell her. But he could keep it from the Commander if he was careful. He would have to get her off ship somehow. He began to run every idea for a cover story he could think of.
“I can help you.”
He turned to look at Baltar. “What do you mean you’ll help me? I’m not the one who needs help. It’s Boomer.”
“Gauis.” Six’s voice was warning and sharp. “This is a bad idea.”
“I don’t need your help!” Gaeta practically shouted. He got out of his seat and started to leave. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at Gaius. “If you tell anyone about this-“
“He’ll kill you.” Six looked at the young man. “You know Gaius,” she began as Gaeta disappeared out into the corridor, “I really don’t think you’ve got the measure of him at all.”
***
“So, Boomer. Hear you’re working on a new guy?”
Boomer shot a look at Crashdown. He was irritating the frak out of her and she was already on edge. I never would have taken that frakking Cylon test if I had known it would take this long to get the damn results.
“Okay, I’m just wondering.” Crashdown said good naturedly. “I’m just glad you’re not all hung up on the Chief. He’s not worth it.”
Boomer snorted. “Gods what is with all the men around me acting like girls lately?”
They continued to fly back to Galactica in silence. “Uh-oh. We’re about to land. I better brace myself.” The Raptor came down roughly, bumping against the deck twice before, skidding lightly to a halt. Boomer got up and punched Crashdown on the arm. “You know, just once, it would be nice if you didn’t say that. It wasn’t even funny the first time.”
The hatch opened and Sharon was face to face with a furious Cally.
“Gods Boomer! Could you actually try to make my job harder? You practically split the undercarriage!” Cally pushed past the lieutenant. Crashdown passed Boomer on the deck. “What’s with her?”
“I have no idea.” Boomer stared after her. She was turning to go ask the younger woman what was wrong when Gaeta seemed to appear at her right elbow. He grabbed her and started to lead her away. “What- what is it?”
“I can’t tell you here. We need to go somewhere quiet. Somewhere empty.”
Fear suddenly gripped her. “You sure are frisky.” She smiled, hoping that this wasn’t what she thought it was. That this wasn’t Gaeta taking her to the Marines to be questioned and then dissected. “Wait,” she said weakly. “Wait I need to…talk to Cally. Something’s…” she trailed off. The air around her felt thick going down her throat. Then she realized she couldn’t breathe. She heard Crashdown catcall at the two of them, but it seemed so far away. She strained to hear what he was saying. Then she saw the Chief from give her an angry look from across the deck. Suddenly it felt as though the roof were falling on her. She tried to pull on Gaeta’s sleeve, to make him stop or at least slow down and then he turned to her and
***
When she woke up Sharon’s first thought was ‘blue’. She looked around. She was in sickbay. Neither Gaeta or Doc Cottle were anywhere to be seen.
She felt a slip of paper in her hand. Shaking she unfolded it. It read
“Test came back positive. Don’t say anything to anyone. I’ll be back to see you at 08:30.
-Felix”
His name was scribbled hurriedly across the bottom. Sharon looked at the words he’d underlined. She crumpled the note in her fist, fighting back tears. She fought the urge to fall back asleep. Her entire mind seemed to be screaming at her, telling her to let go.
(let me let me, I’ll protect us, I’ll kill him and then no one will know I’ll hide us…)
But she couldn’t do that. She knew she could hurt someone if she didn’t do something. She closed her eyes and prayed silently to Artemis, asking for courage and strength.
She threw the covers off of her cot and got up, wearing only a patient’s gown. Her clothes were folded on a chair off to the side. She started to get dressed.
Doc Cottle pushed aside the dividing curtain when he heard her moving around. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She started, not realizing he was there. “I’m…I’m getting back to work. I just…I was exhausted. Not enough sleep. I’m fine now.” She faked a smile for him. Cottle looked at her skeptically, silently appraising her and puffing on his cigarette.
They were both frozen like that for a few seconds before he shrugged. “Well if that’s all it really is and you’re not sick…” He gave her another look. “You’re not pregnant are you?” Boomer shook her head adamantly. “Alright then. You don’t have a fever and you’re in good health. I was going to kick you out anyway.” He turned and left.
Relief washed over her so strongly that she sat back down on the cot. She looked at the time. It was 05:23. She didn’t have to hurry.
***
Gaeta was in the CIC corroborating with the Commander about the next series of FTL jumps. The Cylons hadn’t shown up lately, but the Fleet needed to be refueled. For that they needed a more remote location, somewhere that would be difficult to be found in.
He was so intent on doing his job and simultaneously worrying about what he was going to do about Sharon, that he didn’t notice the Marine Captain who walked into the CIC. It never occurred to him to leave Boomer to twist in the wind. That wasn’t the kind of guy he was.
He was bent over his computer terminal punching in numbers and reviewing charts when the marine approached the Commander. She touched Adama’s shoulder and kept her voice low as she spoke to him. Adama looked at him, shocked. “I’ll be right there.” He was clearly agitated.
“Saul!” he barked. “Take over for me. There’s a situation in the brig.” He leaned over and whispered to his XO.
Gaeta looked up and turned to watch Adama leave, the marine in tow. He got out of his chair. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tigh asked.
“Sir, is there any way you could tell me what-“
“What the Commander’s doing? Some pilot’s just turned herself in. Says she’s a Cylon. The Marines don’t know what to do with her.”
Gaeta sat back down, panic beginning to set in. Oh Gods…
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama, Gaius, Head!Six, Tigh, Cally, Crashdown, Doc Cottle
Summary: An S1 AU set after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Real life comes crashing down for Boomer and Gaeta.
A/N: I know, I know, I've just been an inspiration machine with this story.
“It’s not true.”
“Oh yes because you would really know if it was.”
“I would!”
“Look, the test doesn’t lie. It can’t. Do you see that color? Red, red, red, red!”
Gaeta stared at the screen. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Baltar was trying to pull something, like some very bad practical joke. The room felt like it was spinning. He sat down.
Baltar put a hand on his shoulder. “You should tell her. She doesn’t know.”
“That’s a good idea Gaius. Get someone else to do your dirty work.” Six appeared behind him. “She’ll probably kill him if he says anything. It’s too bad, really. I think they’re really cute together.” Six smiled malevolently at Baltar. “You need to understand that Sharon, the woman we know, is not a Cylon.
Gaeta threw his hand off. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, do you understand?” Gauis’ eyes went wide. “I-what?”
“You’re not going to tell anyone that you know this about her, do you understand?” Gaeta was thinking at about six thousand miles an hour. He wasn’t sure if he could keep it from Boomer, no, he’d have to tell her. But he could keep it from the Commander if he was careful. He would have to get her off ship somehow. He began to run every idea for a cover story he could think of.
“I can help you.”
He turned to look at Baltar. “What do you mean you’ll help me? I’m not the one who needs help. It’s Boomer.”
“Gauis.” Six’s voice was warning and sharp. “This is a bad idea.”
“I don’t need your help!” Gaeta practically shouted. He got out of his seat and started to leave. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at Gaius. “If you tell anyone about this-“
“He’ll kill you.” Six looked at the young man. “You know Gaius,” she began as Gaeta disappeared out into the corridor, “I really don’t think you’ve got the measure of him at all.”
***
“So, Boomer. Hear you’re working on a new guy?”
Boomer shot a look at Crashdown. He was irritating the frak out of her and she was already on edge. I never would have taken that frakking Cylon test if I had known it would take this long to get the damn results.
“Okay, I’m just wondering.” Crashdown said good naturedly. “I’m just glad you’re not all hung up on the Chief. He’s not worth it.”
Boomer snorted. “Gods what is with all the men around me acting like girls lately?”
They continued to fly back to Galactica in silence. “Uh-oh. We’re about to land. I better brace myself.” The Raptor came down roughly, bumping against the deck twice before, skidding lightly to a halt. Boomer got up and punched Crashdown on the arm. “You know, just once, it would be nice if you didn’t say that. It wasn’t even funny the first time.”
The hatch opened and Sharon was face to face with a furious Cally.
“Gods Boomer! Could you actually try to make my job harder? You practically split the undercarriage!” Cally pushed past the lieutenant. Crashdown passed Boomer on the deck. “What’s with her?”
“I have no idea.” Boomer stared after her. She was turning to go ask the younger woman what was wrong when Gaeta seemed to appear at her right elbow. He grabbed her and started to lead her away. “What- what is it?”
“I can’t tell you here. We need to go somewhere quiet. Somewhere empty.”
Fear suddenly gripped her. “You sure are frisky.” She smiled, hoping that this wasn’t what she thought it was. That this wasn’t Gaeta taking her to the Marines to be questioned and then dissected. “Wait,” she said weakly. “Wait I need to…talk to Cally. Something’s…” she trailed off. The air around her felt thick going down her throat. Then she realized she couldn’t breathe. She heard Crashdown catcall at the two of them, but it seemed so far away. She strained to hear what he was saying. Then she saw the Chief from give her an angry look from across the deck. Suddenly it felt as though the roof were falling on her. She tried to pull on Gaeta’s sleeve, to make him stop or at least slow down and then he turned to her and
***
When she woke up Sharon’s first thought was ‘blue’. She looked around. She was in sickbay. Neither Gaeta or Doc Cottle were anywhere to be seen.
She felt a slip of paper in her hand. Shaking she unfolded it. It read
“Test came back positive. Don’t say anything to anyone. I’ll be back to see you at 08:30.
-Felix”
His name was scribbled hurriedly across the bottom. Sharon looked at the words he’d underlined. She crumpled the note in her fist, fighting back tears. She fought the urge to fall back asleep. Her entire mind seemed to be screaming at her, telling her to let go.
(let me let me, I’ll protect us, I’ll kill him and then no one will know I’ll hide us…)
But she couldn’t do that. She knew she could hurt someone if she didn’t do something. She closed her eyes and prayed silently to Artemis, asking for courage and strength.
She threw the covers off of her cot and got up, wearing only a patient’s gown. Her clothes were folded on a chair off to the side. She started to get dressed.
Doc Cottle pushed aside the dividing curtain when he heard her moving around. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She started, not realizing he was there. “I’m…I’m getting back to work. I just…I was exhausted. Not enough sleep. I’m fine now.” She faked a smile for him. Cottle looked at her skeptically, silently appraising her and puffing on his cigarette.
They were both frozen like that for a few seconds before he shrugged. “Well if that’s all it really is and you’re not sick…” He gave her another look. “You’re not pregnant are you?” Boomer shook her head adamantly. “Alright then. You don’t have a fever and you’re in good health. I was going to kick you out anyway.” He turned and left.
Relief washed over her so strongly that she sat back down on the cot. She looked at the time. It was 05:23. She didn’t have to hurry.
***
Gaeta was in the CIC corroborating with the Commander about the next series of FTL jumps. The Cylons hadn’t shown up lately, but the Fleet needed to be refueled. For that they needed a more remote location, somewhere that would be difficult to be found in.
He was so intent on doing his job and simultaneously worrying about what he was going to do about Sharon, that he didn’t notice the Marine Captain who walked into the CIC. It never occurred to him to leave Boomer to twist in the wind. That wasn’t the kind of guy he was.
He was bent over his computer terminal punching in numbers and reviewing charts when the marine approached the Commander. She touched Adama’s shoulder and kept her voice low as she spoke to him. Adama looked at him, shocked. “I’ll be right there.” He was clearly agitated.
“Saul!” he barked. “Take over for me. There’s a situation in the brig.” He leaned over and whispered to his XO.
Gaeta looked up and turned to watch Adama leave, the marine in tow. He got out of his chair. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tigh asked.
“Sir, is there any way you could tell me what-“
“What the Commander’s doing? Some pilot’s just turned herself in. Says she’s a Cylon. The Marines don’t know what to do with her.”
Gaeta sat back down, panic beginning to set in. Oh Gods…