The Woods (4/??); PG13; Boomer/Gaeta
Title: The Woods (4/??)
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama
Rating: PG-13
Summery:
Gaeta saw her falling and reached through the bars towards her, shouting her name. Her head met the deck with a sickening smack.
Sharon sat alone in the brig. It had been twelve hours since she had turned herself in. Adama had questioned her extensively, leaving with an air of incredulity despite what she had told him about the water tanks and the causeway door. He had her lightly guarded and was arranging that the psychiatrist aboard the Inconveion be brought to speak with her. She had tried to tell him about the blood test, but her jaw had frozen. It terrified her, this continuous feeling that someone else was living inside her skin.
It was freezing in her little cell. She was only wearing her greens and the blanket folded on top of the cot was just as spare as the rest of the tiny cage. She shivered and rubbed her bare arms.
She heard the heavy door open, slightly scraping across the floor, with a high pitched whine. Gaeta stood in the hatchway, the light playing on his features, making him look almost skeletal.
Neither of them moved. She had been hoping against hope that he would come and see her, but she was terrified that he would be angry with her. Lately it had felt like he was the only person on her side and she was more then loath to lose him. She had been holding herself up until now; when the Commander was looking at her with a mixture of doubt and anger, when Chief had come to see her and she could see the lingering wariness in his eyes, as if she wasn’t Boomer anymore, just someone dressed as her.
She didn’t want to see those things when she looked at Gaeta.
And what if you do? To hell with him! You made the right choice. You turned yourself in before you could hurt anybody. Don’t you remember the voice earlier? You could have killed him!
She blocked these thoughts out. He had just been trying to help her.
“Are you alright?” Gaeta looked down at his perfectly shined shoes. He’d never felt so completely inadequate before in his entire life. Sharon smiled hesitantly at him. “I’m fine. A little cold maybe…” Her smile started to fade. He wouldn’t look at her.
“I’ll bring you something.” He turned to leave. “I’ll be back soon.” Gaeta dug his fingernails into his palms to keep from turning around and screaming at her. Starbuck had told him what they had done to the Cylon prisoner she had interrogated. What if they decided to do that to Boomer? What if someone lost it and shot her? Had she even thought this through?
He heard his grandfather’s voice in his head, hectoring and imperious: “Felix one must always conduct oneself in a professional manner. How can anyone take you seriously if you let things like emotions get in your way?”
As he walked down the causeway, he wondered vaguely whether or not he had drawn blood yet.
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As soon as he’d left, Boomer curled onto her side on the small cot, cradling herself and fighting back sobs.
She stayed that way, hoping to fall asleep, until the Marine at the door brusquely stood at attention. She picked up her head to see the Commander. She immediately bounced up, standing at attention and rifling off a sharp “Sir.”
“As you were.” The old man stood in front of the bars of her cell, a hard light in his eyes.
“Lieutenant Valerii, Dr. Baltar told me about the blood test.”
She said nothing. “Does anyone else know about your…condition?”
Boomer shook her head with no hesitation. “Not even Lt. Gaeta?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t look shocked. Word travels fast around here.” Adama gave her a ghost of a smile.
“I’m going to send someone to interrogate you just like any other Cylon agent. Since you’ve turned yourself in of your own free will and admitted to unknowingly committing acts of sabotage, I’m more inclined to be lenient with you Lieutenant.” Boomer nodded. She understood.
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Gaeta came back with a non-reg hoodie that he’d scrounged up. He asked the Marine on duty to wait outside for a second. His grandfather’s voice trilled in his head, reminding him that emotion would only get him into more trouble. He clenched his teeth, willing the old man away.
He held the jacket out to her through the bars. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. Instead he stood, waiting.
She didn’t move from the place where she was sitting. “Why won’t you look at me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re angry with me.”
He continued to stare at the floor, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. She realized that he was holding back what he wanted to say and that he was completely furious with her.
She fixed him with a glare. “Just say it, Gaeta.”
“You’re frakkin A I’m angry with you!” Boomer flinched. She couldn’t remember ever hearing Gaeta shout before. It just wasn’t very…Gaeta. “For Gods’ sake Sharon they could have thrown you out the airlock, no questions asked! They could be planning to kill you right now! They’re going to lock you up and use you like some kind of lab animal! I may never get to see you again!”
“So I guess you think it would have been better for me to just wait until I’d hurt someone?” she snapped. “For all I know, I’m some frakking assassin. Or maybe I was supposed to blow up the entire ship? I don’t even know if I’m still dangerous.” She paused, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t so she soldiered on.
“I could have killed you, Felix. Everything in my head was screaming for me to. It’s like I’m two different people. I’m a Cylon. I’m…I’m not me anymore.” Tears had begun to well in her eyes again and she blinked them away, ashamed at being so vulnerable.
“You know what? Just forget about it. All of this.” She sighed heavily. She reached out her hand so that Gaeta could give her the jacket. Instead he took her hand through the bars. “Everything is going to be fine, Sharon.” He used her name deliberately, wanting to comfort her. She smiled sadly at him. “You’re a very bad liar Felix.” He smiled back at her.
“Well we do have the authority on Strong AI on board.” He hands her the jacket. “I’m sure he’ll be able to figure out how to make you…safe. How to make you…I don’t know. Just Sharon.”
But Boomer hasn’t heard anything he’s just said. She’s suddenly nauseous. Her head was spinning. She stumbled away from the bars, back towards the chemical head. She didn’t make it, doubling over and puking all over the floor.
“Are you alright?”
Sharon wiped her mouth and spat. “I’m fine. Must be that nasty food catching up with me.” Gaeta gave her a concerned look. “You don’t want me to get a medic?” She stood up and felt herself sway, the room churning in dull colors. “No I’m…I’m…oh frak.”
Gaeta saw her falling and reached through the bars towards her, shouting her name. Her head met the deck with a sickening smack. Without thinking, he turned and bolted out the hatch, yelling for help.
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama
Rating: PG-13
Summery:
Gaeta saw her falling and reached through the bars towards her, shouting her name. Her head met the deck with a sickening smack.
Sharon sat alone in the brig. It had been twelve hours since she had turned herself in. Adama had questioned her extensively, leaving with an air of incredulity despite what she had told him about the water tanks and the causeway door. He had her lightly guarded and was arranging that the psychiatrist aboard the Inconveion be brought to speak with her. She had tried to tell him about the blood test, but her jaw had frozen. It terrified her, this continuous feeling that someone else was living inside her skin.
It was freezing in her little cell. She was only wearing her greens and the blanket folded on top of the cot was just as spare as the rest of the tiny cage. She shivered and rubbed her bare arms.
She heard the heavy door open, slightly scraping across the floor, with a high pitched whine. Gaeta stood in the hatchway, the light playing on his features, making him look almost skeletal.
Neither of them moved. She had been hoping against hope that he would come and see her, but she was terrified that he would be angry with her. Lately it had felt like he was the only person on her side and she was more then loath to lose him. She had been holding herself up until now; when the Commander was looking at her with a mixture of doubt and anger, when Chief had come to see her and she could see the lingering wariness in his eyes, as if she wasn’t Boomer anymore, just someone dressed as her.
She didn’t want to see those things when she looked at Gaeta.
And what if you do? To hell with him! You made the right choice. You turned yourself in before you could hurt anybody. Don’t you remember the voice earlier? You could have killed him!
She blocked these thoughts out. He had just been trying to help her.
“Are you alright?” Gaeta looked down at his perfectly shined shoes. He’d never felt so completely inadequate before in his entire life. Sharon smiled hesitantly at him. “I’m fine. A little cold maybe…” Her smile started to fade. He wouldn’t look at her.
“I’ll bring you something.” He turned to leave. “I’ll be back soon.” Gaeta dug his fingernails into his palms to keep from turning around and screaming at her. Starbuck had told him what they had done to the Cylon prisoner she had interrogated. What if they decided to do that to Boomer? What if someone lost it and shot her? Had she even thought this through?
He heard his grandfather’s voice in his head, hectoring and imperious: “Felix one must always conduct oneself in a professional manner. How can anyone take you seriously if you let things like emotions get in your way?”
As he walked down the causeway, he wondered vaguely whether or not he had drawn blood yet.
___________________
As soon as he’d left, Boomer curled onto her side on the small cot, cradling herself and fighting back sobs.
She stayed that way, hoping to fall asleep, until the Marine at the door brusquely stood at attention. She picked up her head to see the Commander. She immediately bounced up, standing at attention and rifling off a sharp “Sir.”
“As you were.” The old man stood in front of the bars of her cell, a hard light in his eyes.
“Lieutenant Valerii, Dr. Baltar told me about the blood test.”
She said nothing. “Does anyone else know about your…condition?”
Boomer shook her head with no hesitation. “Not even Lt. Gaeta?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t look shocked. Word travels fast around here.” Adama gave her a ghost of a smile.
“I’m going to send someone to interrogate you just like any other Cylon agent. Since you’ve turned yourself in of your own free will and admitted to unknowingly committing acts of sabotage, I’m more inclined to be lenient with you Lieutenant.” Boomer nodded. She understood.
_____________________
Gaeta came back with a non-reg hoodie that he’d scrounged up. He asked the Marine on duty to wait outside for a second. His grandfather’s voice trilled in his head, reminding him that emotion would only get him into more trouble. He clenched his teeth, willing the old man away.
He held the jacket out to her through the bars. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. Instead he stood, waiting.
She didn’t move from the place where she was sitting. “Why won’t you look at me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re angry with me.”
He continued to stare at the floor, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. She realized that he was holding back what he wanted to say and that he was completely furious with her.
She fixed him with a glare. “Just say it, Gaeta.”
“You’re frakkin A I’m angry with you!” Boomer flinched. She couldn’t remember ever hearing Gaeta shout before. It just wasn’t very…Gaeta. “For Gods’ sake Sharon they could have thrown you out the airlock, no questions asked! They could be planning to kill you right now! They’re going to lock you up and use you like some kind of lab animal! I may never get to see you again!”
“So I guess you think it would have been better for me to just wait until I’d hurt someone?” she snapped. “For all I know, I’m some frakking assassin. Or maybe I was supposed to blow up the entire ship? I don’t even know if I’m still dangerous.” She paused, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t so she soldiered on.
“I could have killed you, Felix. Everything in my head was screaming for me to. It’s like I’m two different people. I’m a Cylon. I’m…I’m not me anymore.” Tears had begun to well in her eyes again and she blinked them away, ashamed at being so vulnerable.
“You know what? Just forget about it. All of this.” She sighed heavily. She reached out her hand so that Gaeta could give her the jacket. Instead he took her hand through the bars. “Everything is going to be fine, Sharon.” He used her name deliberately, wanting to comfort her. She smiled sadly at him. “You’re a very bad liar Felix.” He smiled back at her.
“Well we do have the authority on Strong AI on board.” He hands her the jacket. “I’m sure he’ll be able to figure out how to make you…safe. How to make you…I don’t know. Just Sharon.”
But Boomer hasn’t heard anything he’s just said. She’s suddenly nauseous. Her head was spinning. She stumbled away from the bars, back towards the chemical head. She didn’t make it, doubling over and puking all over the floor.
“Are you alright?”
Sharon wiped her mouth and spat. “I’m fine. Must be that nasty food catching up with me.” Gaeta gave her a concerned look. “You don’t want me to get a medic?” She stood up and felt herself sway, the room churning in dull colors. “No I’m…I’m…oh frak.”
Gaeta saw her falling and reached through the bars towards her, shouting her name. Her head met the deck with a sickening smack. Without thinking, he turned and bolted out the hatch, yelling for help.