Fic: Six Seeds
Title : Six Seeds
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairings : Baltar/Caprica, Gaeta/Sweet!Eight
Summary : It’s winter on New Caprica and they’re all Persephone here.
Disclaimer: The show belongs to other people. I play with their ideas.
“Did you know, as a child I was dedicated to Demeter and Ares?” Gaius asks, head down, pen hovering uselessly over the latest Cylon decree. They’re imposing a ten percent tithe on all of New Caprica’s meager agricultural products. It’s just another form of rationing and an excuse to detain the owners of the worlds’ last remaining goats.
“A farmer’s son and this” - he angrily waves the document in Felix’s face, crumpling the edges in his clenched fist - “this is my harvest.” He’s just drunk enough that his posh accent is slipping, a bit of Aerelon’s harshness seeping through the cracks, and Felix can almost believe that this little rant isn’t just another one of Gaius’s lies.
Drawn by Gaius’s tantrum, his Six slips from the sleeping area, ready, as always, to make everything better. The possessive hand she rests of Gaius’s shoulder is gentle, but she glares at Felix like its his fault her lover is drunken wreck being forced to steal food from the mouths of his people. “Is everything alright?”
Gaius drops the rumpled document and cradles his head in his hands. “I have a headache,” he whines like a petulant child.
Caprica smoothes his hair and reaches for his meds. Bracketing him gently in her arms, she carefully shakes a pill from the bottle into the waiting palm of his hand. Her face is a picture of concern, tenderness and affection. Felix almost feels sorry for her.
Gaius contemplates the pill in his hand. “I was a child of Demeter, but now I belong to God.” He raises the pill, displaying it like a priest with a temple offering. “Here is my pomegranate.” He tosses it back with a shot of ambrosia as Caprica’s arms slide off his shoulders and her face crumples. The Cylons don’t believe the stories, but she definitely gets the reference.
She reaches for him as he stumbles past her towards the bed, but lets her hand drop as he lurches unsteadily away. When she turns back to face Felix her eyes are shiny with unshed tears. She takes a deep breath and restores a bit of her composure. “I’ll have him sign these after he wakes up.”
That night over dinner, Felix’s Eight tells him about the people she’s managed to save. Six more people are free and back with their families. She devours his grateful kisses, pushing him back across the bed. Felix’s parents dedicated him to Athena and Apollo but they’re all Persephone here.
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairings : Baltar/Caprica, Gaeta/Sweet!Eight
Summary : It’s winter on New Caprica and they’re all Persephone here.
Disclaimer: The show belongs to other people. I play with their ideas.
“Did you know, as a child I was dedicated to Demeter and Ares?” Gaius asks, head down, pen hovering uselessly over the latest Cylon decree. They’re imposing a ten percent tithe on all of New Caprica’s meager agricultural products. It’s just another form of rationing and an excuse to detain the owners of the worlds’ last remaining goats.
“A farmer’s son and this” - he angrily waves the document in Felix’s face, crumpling the edges in his clenched fist - “this is my harvest.” He’s just drunk enough that his posh accent is slipping, a bit of Aerelon’s harshness seeping through the cracks, and Felix can almost believe that this little rant isn’t just another one of Gaius’s lies.
Drawn by Gaius’s tantrum, his Six slips from the sleeping area, ready, as always, to make everything better. The possessive hand she rests of Gaius’s shoulder is gentle, but she glares at Felix like its his fault her lover is drunken wreck being forced to steal food from the mouths of his people. “Is everything alright?”
Gaius drops the rumpled document and cradles his head in his hands. “I have a headache,” he whines like a petulant child.
Caprica smoothes his hair and reaches for his meds. Bracketing him gently in her arms, she carefully shakes a pill from the bottle into the waiting palm of his hand. Her face is a picture of concern, tenderness and affection. Felix almost feels sorry for her.
Gaius contemplates the pill in his hand. “I was a child of Demeter, but now I belong to God.” He raises the pill, displaying it like a priest with a temple offering. “Here is my pomegranate.” He tosses it back with a shot of ambrosia as Caprica’s arms slide off his shoulders and her face crumples. The Cylons don’t believe the stories, but she definitely gets the reference.
She reaches for him as he stumbles past her towards the bed, but lets her hand drop as he lurches unsteadily away. When she turns back to face Felix her eyes are shiny with unshed tears. She takes a deep breath and restores a bit of her composure. “I’ll have him sign these after he wakes up.”
That night over dinner, Felix’s Eight tells him about the people she’s managed to save. Six more people are free and back with their families. She devours his grateful kisses, pushing him back across the bed. Felix’s parents dedicated him to Athena and Apollo but they’re all Persephone here.