MOAR Procrastination. BIGGAR Procrastination.
He he . . . I have 25 pages worth of work due Thursday. I have zero pages written. So, I'm going to procrastinate a little more, because that makes sense.
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.Since I've ( Read more... )
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.Since I've ( Read more... )
The Cylon stared blankly at the canvass wall. “The Cavils. They’re toying with him.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Oh, I’ve given up trying to guess their motives; mere cruelty seems to be enough. They destroyed us-my entire line. Why they kept Gaius around I may never know, but they . . .”
“Your . . . line . . . Cylons kill other Cylons?”
The other man stood and wandered over to Felix’s desk. “One of the dirty little secrets of our race, I’m afraid. Carefully protected by the Ones.” Lifting a pen, he began doodling idly on a scrap of paper.
“And Baltar is one of them without even knowing it?”
“Yes.”
A long silence stretched between them, broken only by the scratch of the pen. Felix searched desperately for his voice. “And you? What . . . ?”
What are you? The Cylon seemed to understand the unspoken question. He smiled sadly and pushed back his hair, revealing a long scar stretching from his temple far back into his hairline. “It doesn’t look so bad, does it?” Felix merely stared. He knew a bullet graze when he saw one. The copy continued bitterly. “It’s fortunate that head wounds bleed so much. Lucky, too, that we were all together. Among so many identical bodies, they simply didn’t notice that one wasn’t dead yet.” He let the hair fall. “I’ve been concealing myself among the human population ever since-running with the Fleet, trying to stay out of sight. And then Gaius led us into this . . .” He indicated the splendor of New Caprica with an absent nod.
Felix’s jaw clenched. “What were you doing in my tent?”
The Cylon lifted the papers gingerly from where they had scattered across the floor. “I received word that Saul Tigh was taken to detention. I hoped you had information that could help get him out.”
A Cylon copy of the President of the Colonies had raided his tent in an attempt to rescue Galactica’s former XO. No, Felix decided, *this* is what going insane feels like. “Why Saul Tigh?” he asked finally.
The copy glanced at him, and it wasn’t fair that it could look so much like Gaius when . . . “I can’t tell you that, Mr. Gaeta. I’m sorry; it’s for your protection as well as mine.”
“But, how did you even know to try my tent?”
“Please, if you knew anything you would have taken it to the dead drop.” At Felix’s stunned expression, he rolled his eyes. “Your little dog bowl signal? The double blind link between you and the Resistance? Tell me, Gaeta, who do you think left the notes that allowed you to set that up?”
“You . . .”
“Me. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go.” He stood and made his way towards the tent flap. Impulsively, he paused. “Felix . . . we’re the only two left of our kind. I’m no threat to you or your people, but if Cavil finds out I’m alive . . . If you want Gaius to survive, you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“Why?” He tried to force more strength into his voice. “Why should I care what machines do to each other?”
He smiled, a gentle smile that was familiar and yet completely different. “Because you love him.”
His hand was on the flap, but Felix had one more question to ask. “Who are you?”
The smile faded. “You can call me Daniel.” He hesitated. “Felix . . . someday this will all be over. When it is . . . I don’t even know anymore.”
He turned and strode silently into the night.
Alone in the familiar confines of the tent, Felix just stood for a moment, trying to process the surreal hour.
A scrap of paper on his desk caught his eye. He lifted it slowly.
On stained and crumpled paper, Daniel had inked a perfect sketch of a bird taking flight.
Fin
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Basically, I love it. To death. Cavil playing with Gaius just because he can. That's so viciously accurate to what they gave us in 4.5 (and I am possibly the last BSG fan alive who has not seen The Plan)
But the moment Daniel said, "Because you love him," hit me just right there. You took what was already my favorite trainwreck couple and somehow made it hurt even more. True talent, that.
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Thanks for the great review! I kind of did a double take when I saw the prompt, but then the bunny attacked and just demanded to be written. Come to think of it, this one is probably long enough to post as an independent fic . . .
For the record, I'm in the same non-Plan-watching camp. Keep meaning to look it up online, but with RL insanity it just hasn't happened.
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