The Woods (6/??); PG13; Boomer/Gaeta
Title: The Woods
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama, Chief, Layne Ishay, Doc Cottle
Rating: PG-13 for brief sexual refrences and some graphic descriptions.
Summary: She was the enemy, a machine.
“I understand why the two of you are here. I just want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say and that no one outside of this room will be made aware of Lieutenant Valerii’s…condition until further notice from the President.”
Commander Adama looked at the two men in front of him. Lieutenant Gaeta and Chief Tyrol had come to him of their own accord. Adama had then called Doc Cottle into his quarters. Apparently the doctor was on his way, but it had been nearly fifteen minutes since he put the call out on the comm.
He now looked at Gaeta, who was standing very stiffly next to Tyrol. Boomer’s turning out to be quite the heartbreaker he thought and stifled a chuckle. But the thought of what she really was silenced him immediately. She was the enemy, a machine. His thoughts and memories began to contradict each other. Boomer finding the water supply,
(what if she had blown up the tank herself?)
essentially saving the fleet. He can remember the day he found her in one of the corridors between CIC and the flight deck, weeping. She had been christened “Boomer” that day in reference to her horrible landings. Adama had jokingly told her that his callsign had been given to him because of the way he talked, something he had always felt self conscious about ever since he had answered a phone call and been mistaken for his father at the age of 10. She had smiled at him, feeling better. But she had been a Cylon! Had she been faking all of it? No, that wasn’t possible. She hadn’t known. And as soon as she had, she turned herself in, terrified that she would hurt someone.
He pulled himself out of this memory, concentrating on what was going on in front of him. “I know that both of you care about Boomer quite a lot. And I’m here to promise you that I will do all that I can to protect her.” He wanted to continue but he needed to wait until Doc Cottle arrived. He knew that the two of them were here to ask that Boomer not be executed as Leoben had. He had no intention of doing so himself and had already submitted to the President that this particular Cylon would be willing to cooperate, especially given her relationships on Galactica and her current illness.
He turned back to the two men, noticing how awkwardly each of them carried themselves with the other. If he weren’t so irritated he would have laughed.
“Do either of you have anything to say?” The Chief opened his mouth, when Doc Cottle burst into the Commander’s quarters. “You two’d better get down to sickbay. Something’s seriously frakking wrong.”
***
Gaeta stared straight ahead of him. He prided himself on always being put together and coolheaded in difficult situations. He didn’t want this to be an exception.
He could hear the Chief’s harsh breathing. It seemed so loud compared to the silence that had settled in the room.
Sharon’s eyes stared up at him, cold and dead. Like a doll’s eyes. he thought. He remembered the dolls his mother had had gathering dust in her room. They had all smiled dully and stared at him just the way Sharon was now.
Gaeta suddenly felt violently ill. He hated thinking of Boomer this way, as a giant, lifeless doll. She had always been so alive to him, even before they had started seeing each other. Perhaps she had never been as brash and attention catching as Starbuck, but she was so kind and funny and almost glowing in her presence. He remembered the day when she had walked into the CIC and simply started talking to him. She had asked him if he liked his job, why he was in the military, any number of completely ridiculous questions that had nothing to do with anything. He knew that he fell in love with her a little bit that day.
She continued to lie there, staring up at him, a bib of blood festooning her hospital gown. There was blood on her throat and caked on her bottom lip. He remembered kissing her just two days ago. She had been afraid, afraid of what Baltar would find in her blood, almost as if her own body had turned traitor, destroying her.
“She started to vomit up blood. We tried to give her a cimetidine IV to stop it, but she was too weak to process the drugs. After Doctor Cottle left… I was only away for a moment…” Ishay’s calm voice seemed to break. She felt responsible, Gaeta realized.
“You still don’t know what it was? The disease?” Chief asked quietly. “No.” Cottle said. “I’m going to quarantine the body until the autopsy. But since she’s a Cylon, I doubt that a human contagion is likely.”
“Well I don’t want you to take any chances with this. I want-“ Gaeta stopped listening. He was trying to recall the exact feel of her throat against his lips. Had he felt her pulse? He thought of her hand pressed against his mouth and her breathless smile while he thrust into her. He looked away from the body but he could still feel it there, staring.
“May I go sir?”
Adama looked at him, frowning. The look on Gaeta’s face shocked him. The man was nearly hysterical and it was completely foreign to Adama on his face. Gaeta was always calm and collected, rarely striking out, rarely displaying any emotion. Adama turned to Cottle who shrugged.
“Yes, Mr. Gaeta. You may go.”
***
It was dark. And then it wasn’t.
She felt pain ripple through her body (body?), she felt long past kisses feather her lips, her stomach roiling with the anticipation of landing her Raptor in front of the Chief with Helo razzing her
(but I was done)
and then the booming scrape of another signature Sharon Valerii docking.
Her eyes flew open.
“Hello Sharon.” A familiar face was smiling down at her in the dank, cold pool she was in. It was her own.
“Welcome home.”
She fainted.
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Boomer/Gaeta, Adama, Chief, Layne Ishay, Doc Cottle
Rating: PG-13 for brief sexual refrences and some graphic descriptions.
Summary: She was the enemy, a machine.
“I understand why the two of you are here. I just want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say and that no one outside of this room will be made aware of Lieutenant Valerii’s…condition until further notice from the President.”
Commander Adama looked at the two men in front of him. Lieutenant Gaeta and Chief Tyrol had come to him of their own accord. Adama had then called Doc Cottle into his quarters. Apparently the doctor was on his way, but it had been nearly fifteen minutes since he put the call out on the comm.
He now looked at Gaeta, who was standing very stiffly next to Tyrol. Boomer’s turning out to be quite the heartbreaker he thought and stifled a chuckle. But the thought of what she really was silenced him immediately. She was the enemy, a machine. His thoughts and memories began to contradict each other. Boomer finding the water supply,
(what if she had blown up the tank herself?)
essentially saving the fleet. He can remember the day he found her in one of the corridors between CIC and the flight deck, weeping. She had been christened “Boomer” that day in reference to her horrible landings. Adama had jokingly told her that his callsign had been given to him because of the way he talked, something he had always felt self conscious about ever since he had answered a phone call and been mistaken for his father at the age of 10. She had smiled at him, feeling better. But she had been a Cylon! Had she been faking all of it? No, that wasn’t possible. She hadn’t known. And as soon as she had, she turned herself in, terrified that she would hurt someone.
He pulled himself out of this memory, concentrating on what was going on in front of him. “I know that both of you care about Boomer quite a lot. And I’m here to promise you that I will do all that I can to protect her.” He wanted to continue but he needed to wait until Doc Cottle arrived. He knew that the two of them were here to ask that Boomer not be executed as Leoben had. He had no intention of doing so himself and had already submitted to the President that this particular Cylon would be willing to cooperate, especially given her relationships on Galactica and her current illness.
He turned back to the two men, noticing how awkwardly each of them carried themselves with the other. If he weren’t so irritated he would have laughed.
“Do either of you have anything to say?” The Chief opened his mouth, when Doc Cottle burst into the Commander’s quarters. “You two’d better get down to sickbay. Something’s seriously frakking wrong.”
***
Gaeta stared straight ahead of him. He prided himself on always being put together and coolheaded in difficult situations. He didn’t want this to be an exception.
He could hear the Chief’s harsh breathing. It seemed so loud compared to the silence that had settled in the room.
Sharon’s eyes stared up at him, cold and dead. Like a doll’s eyes. he thought. He remembered the dolls his mother had had gathering dust in her room. They had all smiled dully and stared at him just the way Sharon was now.
Gaeta suddenly felt violently ill. He hated thinking of Boomer this way, as a giant, lifeless doll. She had always been so alive to him, even before they had started seeing each other. Perhaps she had never been as brash and attention catching as Starbuck, but she was so kind and funny and almost glowing in her presence. He remembered the day when she had walked into the CIC and simply started talking to him. She had asked him if he liked his job, why he was in the military, any number of completely ridiculous questions that had nothing to do with anything. He knew that he fell in love with her a little bit that day.
She continued to lie there, staring up at him, a bib of blood festooning her hospital gown. There was blood on her throat and caked on her bottom lip. He remembered kissing her just two days ago. She had been afraid, afraid of what Baltar would find in her blood, almost as if her own body had turned traitor, destroying her.
“She started to vomit up blood. We tried to give her a cimetidine IV to stop it, but she was too weak to process the drugs. After Doctor Cottle left… I was only away for a moment…” Ishay’s calm voice seemed to break. She felt responsible, Gaeta realized.
“You still don’t know what it was? The disease?” Chief asked quietly. “No.” Cottle said. “I’m going to quarantine the body until the autopsy. But since she’s a Cylon, I doubt that a human contagion is likely.”
“Well I don’t want you to take any chances with this. I want-“ Gaeta stopped listening. He was trying to recall the exact feel of her throat against his lips. Had he felt her pulse? He thought of her hand pressed against his mouth and her breathless smile while he thrust into her. He looked away from the body but he could still feel it there, staring.
“May I go sir?”
Adama looked at him, frowning. The look on Gaeta’s face shocked him. The man was nearly hysterical and it was completely foreign to Adama on his face. Gaeta was always calm and collected, rarely striking out, rarely displaying any emotion. Adama turned to Cottle who shrugged.
“Yes, Mr. Gaeta. You may go.”
***
It was dark. And then it wasn’t.
She felt pain ripple through her body (body?), she felt long past kisses feather her lips, her stomach roiling with the anticipation of landing her Raptor in front of the Chief with Helo razzing her
(but I was done)
and then the booming scrape of another signature Sharon Valerii docking.
Her eyes flew open.
“Hello Sharon.” A familiar face was smiling down at her in the dank, cold pool she was in. It was her own.
“Welcome home.”
She fainted.