The name is Gaeta. Felix Gaeta.
This is a cracky, quick and dirty ficlet for tin_o_biscuits who draws pretty pictures of secret service agents and Lycans. :)
Beware the lack of beta and the webisodes spoilers.
They had made him shake hands with a fellow agent in the hallway. His name was a number that Felix forgot promptly, too busy looking around and taking in his strange, opulent Earth surroundings. He did remember the man’s icy blue eyes though. There was something coldly efficient about him, a kind of cool danger that would even have made Starbuck cower.
Felix dismissed the notion and concentrated back on M, crossing his hands behind his back while following her through headquarters. Now M, she was a scary woman. There was something wolf-like about her. The blue-eyed hunk would be dead soon anyway but M held power.
“Let’s be honest,” M was saying. All about her was very no-nonsense, and Felix felt she probably was honest on rare occasions indeed, especially when she claimed she was. “Every government on this planet has been trying to get their hands on one of your people ever since you showed up in orbit. A colonial officer would be an immeasurable addition to our team. According to our sources, your comrades have been very reluctant about all governments’ attempts to approach them. Frankly, I’m surprised you agreed to meeting with us, no matter signing a contract right away.”
Felix had to keep himself from studying his fingernails. He could of course. He could, and still scan his surroundings for details and dangers without appearing like he was doing so. And if he were honest, he hadn’t forgotten the agent’s name either. It had been James Bond, 007. But it had taken years of training to perfect his appearance, and he wasn’t about to drop the mask now.
Still, he wasn’t sure he was fooling M. It was surprising even to him how little he cared about that.
“One of the so called Colonial Heroes beat me up and almost blew me out of an airlock for a crime I didn’t commit,” he said. “Two years later, I was confined in a raptor with a crazy robot and the incident was swept under the rug. I’m not indebted to these people anymore. I don’t know anything about your country but I like that game you call football, your accent reminds me of unfinished business I don’t want to forget, and I have to pay my bills somehow.”
Reaching an elevator, M pushed a button and paused to turn around to him. She gave him a hard, unreadable look. “I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Gaeta,” she said after a moment. “You understand of course that we’ll have to keep you under strict observation until we are sure you can be trusted with the Whitehall’s concerns.”
She would have reminded him of Adama, had Adama ever actually been scary.
“Naturally,” Felix answered flippantly. “But on the bright side, you can skip on the lessons where I learn how to kill people with pens because that, I’ve already studied.”
Judging by the look M gave him when she stepped into the elevator, she didn’t share his sense of humor. Oh, well. You couldn’t have everything, Felix supposed.
“You aren’t fooling us,” she said. “Before long, we will ask you about the secret service you worked for in the past, and we will expect an honest answer.”
“I’m sure one will come to mind,” Felix said dryly, thinking if they thought he’d been a secret service agent back before the war, he might even let them. It would be much more fun to see them speculate about the details that way.
Following her into the elevator, he relished the feeling of moving on two feet, finally rid of the prosthetic and the crutches forever. It was a good thing he’d had a chance to regrow his leg before the MI6 approached him, having found the right herbs on Earth no problem.
Otherwise, it would be really hard to hide his past as a Lycan Slayer on Caprica.
Beware the lack of beta and the webisodes spoilers.
They had made him shake hands with a fellow agent in the hallway. His name was a number that Felix forgot promptly, too busy looking around and taking in his strange, opulent Earth surroundings. He did remember the man’s icy blue eyes though. There was something coldly efficient about him, a kind of cool danger that would even have made Starbuck cower.
Felix dismissed the notion and concentrated back on M, crossing his hands behind his back while following her through headquarters. Now M, she was a scary woman. There was something wolf-like about her. The blue-eyed hunk would be dead soon anyway but M held power.
“Let’s be honest,” M was saying. All about her was very no-nonsense, and Felix felt she probably was honest on rare occasions indeed, especially when she claimed she was. “Every government on this planet has been trying to get their hands on one of your people ever since you showed up in orbit. A colonial officer would be an immeasurable addition to our team. According to our sources, your comrades have been very reluctant about all governments’ attempts to approach them. Frankly, I’m surprised you agreed to meeting with us, no matter signing a contract right away.”
Felix had to keep himself from studying his fingernails. He could of course. He could, and still scan his surroundings for details and dangers without appearing like he was doing so. And if he were honest, he hadn’t forgotten the agent’s name either. It had been James Bond, 007. But it had taken years of training to perfect his appearance, and he wasn’t about to drop the mask now.
Still, he wasn’t sure he was fooling M. It was surprising even to him how little he cared about that.
“One of the so called Colonial Heroes beat me up and almost blew me out of an airlock for a crime I didn’t commit,” he said. “Two years later, I was confined in a raptor with a crazy robot and the incident was swept under the rug. I’m not indebted to these people anymore. I don’t know anything about your country but I like that game you call football, your accent reminds me of unfinished business I don’t want to forget, and I have to pay my bills somehow.”
Reaching an elevator, M pushed a button and paused to turn around to him. She gave him a hard, unreadable look. “I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Gaeta,” she said after a moment. “You understand of course that we’ll have to keep you under strict observation until we are sure you can be trusted with the Whitehall’s concerns.”
She would have reminded him of Adama, had Adama ever actually been scary.
“Naturally,” Felix answered flippantly. “But on the bright side, you can skip on the lessons where I learn how to kill people with pens because that, I’ve already studied.”
Judging by the look M gave him when she stepped into the elevator, she didn’t share his sense of humor. Oh, well. You couldn’t have everything, Felix supposed.
“You aren’t fooling us,” she said. “Before long, we will ask you about the secret service you worked for in the past, and we will expect an honest answer.”
“I’m sure one will come to mind,” Felix said dryly, thinking if they thought he’d been a secret service agent back before the war, he might even let them. It would be much more fun to see them speculate about the details that way.
Following her into the elevator, he relished the feeling of moving on two feet, finally rid of the prosthetic and the crutches forever. It was a good thing he’d had a chance to regrow his leg before the MI6 approached him, having found the right herbs on Earth no problem.
Otherwise, it would be really hard to hide his past as a Lycan Slayer on Caprica.