"Go away," she said before he could even say what was on his mind. "I don't like you." Her forehead crinkled in thought. "Wait. What are you even doing here anyway?"
Tom shrugged. "Joe's has alcohol. Colonial One is on board. It seemed like a natural combination, really. It's not restricted, is it?"
"No," Dee admitted reluctantly. "But isn't this slumming for you?"
"Hardly." Tom gave a small laugh. "More like high society after twenty years in a labor camp."
"I hope you don't expect me to feel sorry for you." She wasn't giving an inch.
"No. So. I hear you left the esteemed Lee Adama." Dee looked at him, startled, and Tom grinned. "Don't worry, it's not the subject of rumor yet, at least over on Colonial One. He told me himself
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A Poor Substitute (Cottle, Caprica - T)afrakadayMarch 13 2012, 17:11:38 UTC
Cottle checks his wristwatch as he makes his rounds; the Six (Caprica, he reminds himself) should be coming out of her anesthesia soon.
He knows Saul isn’t with her. After performing the extraction, he’d confirmed to Saul that it had indeed been a boy, and with a haunted look in his eye and nary a word, Saul had fled Life Station, no doubt in search of a bottle.
With a sigh, he pokes his head into the curtained area where she’s recovering. She stirs and mumbles incoherently. Her eyes crack open slightly, squinting uncharacteristically. “Saul?”
Cottle walks over to her, reaches for her hand and pats it awkwardly. “Hey, there,” he offers in the soothingest tone he can muster. “You’re in Life Station. It’s all right.”
Confused eyes well with tears as she realizes where she is, and why. “Saul?” she whimpers. It’s a question and a plea.
The doctor just shakes his head. It’s hard to be anything but empathetic to a woman in her position. It’s hard to think of her as anything but a woman in this position
( ... )
Leoben (or Gav), comforting her in sickbay after she's shot (because she doesn't die, yay!). Bonus points for working in a projection of her house on Gemenon. ;)
It was summer in the forest, lush and green, and she was wearing a sundress that she bought and never wore on Gemenon, green with white accents. It’s not summer at home, Natalie thought, but it is here, and it struck her as strange but not worrisome. The ground was a riot of colorful blossoms, and in the distance she could hear the rush of water. She would like to see this creek, maybe dip her feet in. The water would be so pleasantly cool
( ... )
*incoherent squealing* YOU USED THE BIRD!!!!! *glomps you* ♥♥♥
Oh this is just so lovely and warm and-and- *explodes*
I love that the initial projection can be read as almost a near-death experience, with the little matin to guide her back to Gavriel (man, that bird is impatient!). And oh Dapper!Two is disheveled and unkempt with worry! (Do Gavriel and Natalie have long involved discussions about clothes and daydream about now-unobtainable skin care products, d'you think?)
And he brings her back into her old home to make her feel more at ease and more comfortable and he's just so damn sweet and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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"Go away," she said before he could even say what was on his mind. "I don't like you." Her forehead crinkled in thought. "Wait. What are you even doing here anyway?"
Tom shrugged. "Joe's has alcohol. Colonial One is on board. It seemed like a natural combination, really. It's not restricted, is it?"
"No," Dee admitted reluctantly. "But isn't this slumming for you?"
"Hardly." Tom gave a small laugh. "More like high society after twenty years in a labor camp."
"I hope you don't expect me to feel sorry for you." She wasn't giving an inch.
"No. So. I hear you left the esteemed Lee Adama." Dee looked at him, startled, and Tom grinned. "Don't worry, it's not the subject of rumor yet, at least over on Colonial One. He told me himself ( ... )
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FANTASTIC! :D:D
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He knows Saul isn’t with her. After performing the extraction, he’d confirmed to Saul that it had indeed been a boy, and with a haunted look in his eye and nary a word, Saul had fled Life Station, no doubt in search of a bottle.
With a sigh, he pokes his head into the curtained area where she’s recovering. She stirs and mumbles incoherently. Her eyes crack open slightly, squinting uncharacteristically. “Saul?”
Cottle walks over to her, reaches for her hand and pats it awkwardly. “Hey, there,” he offers in the soothingest tone he can muster. “You’re in Life Station. It’s all right.”
Confused eyes well with tears as she realizes where she is, and why. “Saul?” she whimpers. It’s a question and a plea.
The doctor just shakes his head. It’s hard to be anything but empathetic to a woman in her position. It’s hard to think of her as anything but a woman in this position ( ... )
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Oh this is just so lovely and warm and-and- *explodes*
I love that the initial projection can be read as almost a near-death experience, with the little matin to guide her back to Gavriel (man, that bird is impatient!). And oh Dapper!Two is disheveled and unkempt with worry! (Do Gavriel and Natalie have long involved discussions about clothes and daydream about now-unobtainable skin care products, d'you think?)
And he brings her back into her old home to make her feel more at ease and more comfortable and he's just so damn sweet and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Thank you for this!!! ALL THE HUGS. ♥
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