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Title: The Woods (2/??)
Rating: R
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Gaeta/Boomer, Starbuck, Baltar, Dualla, Tyrol
Summary: S1 AU, set after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Boomer is moving on with her life.
Warnings: rated R for ze sexual situations!
A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive feedback on chapter 1.
“Gaeta?”
“Yeah?”
“How does the Cylon detector work?”
Gaeta let out a sigh. They had crashed out in her rack while Starbuck was off ship on some fact finding mission. It was the first leave time that they had gotten together in a week but both of them were too tired to do anything about it. They had practically collided in the hallway and then had floated into the officer’s quarters, talking about why Gaeta was so interested in biogenetics. He had expected Sharon not to understand what he was saying, but pretend she was listening anyway. Instead she had practically battered him with questions, keeping him talking for as long as she could.
They lay next to each other in their clothes. Gaeta kept thinking that it should be more awkward then it was. He liked that Boomer didn’t seem to expect too much from him; it made him more inclined to give it to her.
“You know I wish everyone would stop asking me about that. We’re supposed to at least pretend it’s confidential.” She started to laugh when he said it, so irate and mock serious. It gave her pause, that no matter how bad things got for her, Gaeta never made them worse. He didn’t always make everything better, but he could at least take her mind off of things. Like the fact that she might be an enemy agent and that her entire life might be a lie.
He smiled at her.
She loved (no, she liked, she liked) that he never made it a concession to smile at her. She poked him in the ribs. “So, how does it work?”
“You know I could lose my job for telling you something like that?”
“Yeah and who would they replace you with exactly? You, unlike me, have some job security.”
“How is it that you don’t have job security? How many people do you actually think can fly a Raptor?”
“Any idiot could fly a Raptor. You could fly a Raptor for Gods sakes.”
“Insulting me will get you nowhere.”
Sharon just laughed.
She grew serious. “If I was a Cylon, would you…would you turn me in?”
Gaeta looked away from her, an almost shocked look on his face. He had no idea what to say to that. He saw the earnestness in her eyes. He wished she were joking. He looked back at her and half-grinned. “I don’t know Boomer. I don’t know what I’d do. I just…I’d try and…”
Boomer tried to return the grin, wishing she hadn’t said anything. “And here I thought we were just sleeping together,” she said, trying for Starbuck’s flirtatious bravado.
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds; he just looked her over as if still trying to answer. It almost made her blush. “Hmmm. Funny how it only takes one simple question from a woman to reduce some high I.Q. toting genius to a stuttering thirteen year old.”
She was trying to break the tension and failing, miserably. She kept looking up and around her, refusing to meet his eyes, even though there was really nothing to look at. He opened his mouth to say something when the shades on her rack were pulled aside. It was Dee.
“Gaeta, you’re needed in the CIC. It’s urgent.”
“Why didn’t you call me over the comm?”
“It’s not fully functional at the moment.” Dee gave Boomer an apologetic look.
“How did you even know that I was here?” Gaeta seemed almost angry. “I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to be here.”
Dee looked awkwardly at the both of them. “I…um…uh…lucky guess.” She gave them both a very unconvincing smile. Gaeta gave her a skeptical look. “Oh you know how it is around here!” she sputtered.
He sighed and got up to leave. He pulled on his dress jacket and gave Dualla an irritated look. “Could you give me a second?”
“Well if that’s all it takes!” Dee snapped back. She turned on her heel and looked back, giving Boomer an aggravated look, shaking her head as if to say ‘how the frak do you put up with him?’
“I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” Boomer put her hands up, holding back her laughter.
“Just Kara.”
“Yeah, because she doesn’t have a big mouth at all,” he said sarcastically.
They both stopped laughing and just looked at each other for a second. It was one of those moments that had the potential to be incredibly forced and awkward but somehow came very naturally between them.
“Listen, if you’re really worried…about what the Chief said,” he paused for a moment, wondering whether or not to go on. “I could talk with Dr. Baltar about getting you in as one of the first test subjects.”
Her eyes went round.
“You would do that for me?”
“Why not? You’re my friend.”
Boomer almost smiled, then she remembered what exactly the favor was for.
Felix turned to leave, buttoning his jacket at he went, and running a hand over his hair.
He ran into Dee in the hall.
She gave him a devious grin. “Oh cut me a break Dee! How did you even know?”
She shrugged. “Talk of the ship. Besides, we’ve worked together too long for me to not know that you’re finally getting laid.”
****
“Dr. Baltar?”
Gaius looked up from his paperwork. He loathed all the military protocol and claptrap that he had to get through in the hopes of completing any work at all. To him, Mr. Gaeta was just another symbol of that: a loyal, idealistic, irritating, albeit bright, young man.
“Yes Mr. Gaeta? What can I do for you?”
“He looks different.” He caught her out of the corner of his eye, perched atop his lab table, legs crossed suggestively. She wore her red dress and light sparkled off of her bracelet, causing him to look away from her.
“I need a favor actually.”
“And what would that be?”
“This should be interesting.” Six smiled, a picture of wickedness.
“I need a test.”
Baltar smiled at him nonchalantly. “What kind of test?”
“Be careful Gaius, he’s bigger then you.” Six said with mock concern. “Sir, please don’t screw around. You know what test I mean.”
“Well I can take your blood sample right here if you’d like-“
“It’s not for me.”
Six snorted. She walked lithely over to Gaeta who was still standing in front of he door. “I told you he looked different. Some hot young thing has got him in her pocket.” She looked at Gaius. “Just like you.”
“What?!” Gaius looked directly at her, but she was suddenly gone. “It’s not for me sir, it’s for…a friend of mine.” Gaius heard the almost imperceptible pause. Then he remembered the rumors about Gaeta and Lieutenant Valerii that had been ricocheting around during games of Triad for the last few days.
“A friend of yours, Mr. Gaeta?”
“That’s what I said.”
Gaius smiled benevolently at him. “Just bring the lieutenant in so I can get her samples.” Felix looked at him, disbelieving. Does everyone frakking know? he thought.
Gauis turned back to his paperwork. “Oh don’t be so shocked. You know how everyone here likes to gossip as if they were back in the schoolyard. I’m just glad you’re finally having some fun Felix. You’re wound far too tight.”
Gauis was so concentrated on looking omniscient that he missed the angry look that Gaeta shot at him. He also missed Gaeta’s exit until the hatch slammed.
****
“Hey.”
Sharon was sitting in the rec room, reading, waiting for Starbuck. There had been a stir a few hours before about a Cylon prisoner and a hidden nuke, but the radiological sweeps were all turning up clean. She knew that Starbuck was the one who had been sent to interrogate the Cylon. She was anxious for news, even though she didn’t want to admit why.
The Chief had found her.
She sighed. “Hey.”
“So…you and Gaeta.”
She didn’t say anything. It hurt just to be near him.
“I heard from Jammer.”
She didn’t look at him. She didn’t answer, she just stared at her book.
“Sharon…are you trying to get back at me? Because if you are-” She turned so abruptly to look at him that he was startled into silence. She looked furious.
“Please. Please Tyrol. Feel free to make this about you. You were the one that ended things between us. It was your choice and you made it. And that’s it.” She got out of her chair, to go back to her rack. She wondered if she would meet Gaeta on the way.
She didn’t have to wait that long. He walked into the rec room just as she was making her way to the door. “Sharon, I-“ Then he saw the Chief. “Oh. I’m, uh, not interrupting anything am I?”
Boomer gave him a big smile. “Of course not.”
***
The two of them were sitting in the rec room, waiting for the results.
“I’m so nervous.” Boomer said for what felt like the millionth time. She turned to look at Gaeta. His face was unreadable. “Talk about something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…anything. Tell me about your parents.”
“My father wanted me to be a politician.”
“Why? You’re not a very good liar.”
He shrugged. “I suppose he thought it was glamorous. All those powerful people in Caprica City, controlling the fate of the colonies.” He shook his head. “He thought that he wasn’t important enough. He was an astronomer on Picon.”
“And your mother?”
“She was insane.”
“What?”
Gaeta smiled bitterly. “She was always afraid the house would fall down on us. She’d wake me and my father up in the middle of the night and drag us out onto the lawn. Then she would tell my father that the ground was going to disappear. There was never anywhere to go when that happened apparently. I had a fun childhood.”
Boomer looked down at her shoes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“You didn’t know.” He looked at her, kindly.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Finally, Boomer said, “You know, I would try to cheer you up with sex, but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t help. And after all, there’s really only what, six hours until the results are in?” He grinned at her. “Well you never know until you try, right? And I’m willing to take that risk.”
***
Boomer somehow managed to get him all the way to her rack before pulling him down on top of her. She was terrified, knowing that right now, her blood was being picked apart and combed for anything suspicious. But Gaeta kept her grounded. She didn’t think about the future or the past, just the present, when she was with him.
She’d managed to get her shirt off and his belt unbuckled when someone had come storming into the room. They froze. The shades were drawn but they were right outside. A locker shuffled open and then there were what sounded like muffled prayers.
She whispered in his ear, “Try not to make any noise okay?”
Quietly, Boomer wriggled out of her pants and underwear and slid her self down over him, her hand over his mouth. She could feel him laughing against her hand. She leaned down to kiss him. He smoothed his hands over her breasts and she couldn’t help it: she gasped. There was a sound outside the rack. “Frak!” she whispered.
The shades were thrown to the side. It was Kara. She smirked at them. “Bad time?”
***
Gaeta ran a hand through his hair nervously. His rack time had ended fifteen minutes ago and he was rushing to the CIC. He hated to be late.
“Mr. Gaeta!” Gauis Baltar’s unmistakable voice rang out in the corridor.
“Can this wait, sir?” He was trying not to be agitated. If Baltar was looking for him it probably meant bad news. He turned to see the doctor standing in the hall, waiting for him.
He had an idea that the bad news was just starting.
Rating: R
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Gaeta/Boomer, Starbuck, Baltar, Dualla, Tyrol
Summary: S1 AU, set after "Six Degrees of Seperation". Boomer is moving on with her life.
Warnings: rated R for ze sexual situations!
A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive feedback on chapter 1.
“Gaeta?”
“Yeah?”
“How does the Cylon detector work?”
Gaeta let out a sigh. They had crashed out in her rack while Starbuck was off ship on some fact finding mission. It was the first leave time that they had gotten together in a week but both of them were too tired to do anything about it. They had practically collided in the hallway and then had floated into the officer’s quarters, talking about why Gaeta was so interested in biogenetics. He had expected Sharon not to understand what he was saying, but pretend she was listening anyway. Instead she had practically battered him with questions, keeping him talking for as long as she could.
They lay next to each other in their clothes. Gaeta kept thinking that it should be more awkward then it was. He liked that Boomer didn’t seem to expect too much from him; it made him more inclined to give it to her.
“You know I wish everyone would stop asking me about that. We’re supposed to at least pretend it’s confidential.” She started to laugh when he said it, so irate and mock serious. It gave her pause, that no matter how bad things got for her, Gaeta never made them worse. He didn’t always make everything better, but he could at least take her mind off of things. Like the fact that she might be an enemy agent and that her entire life might be a lie.
He smiled at her.
She loved (no, she liked, she liked) that he never made it a concession to smile at her. She poked him in the ribs. “So, how does it work?”
“You know I could lose my job for telling you something like that?”
“Yeah and who would they replace you with exactly? You, unlike me, have some job security.”
“How is it that you don’t have job security? How many people do you actually think can fly a Raptor?”
“Any idiot could fly a Raptor. You could fly a Raptor for Gods sakes.”
“Insulting me will get you nowhere.”
Sharon just laughed.
She grew serious. “If I was a Cylon, would you…would you turn me in?”
Gaeta looked away from her, an almost shocked look on his face. He had no idea what to say to that. He saw the earnestness in her eyes. He wished she were joking. He looked back at her and half-grinned. “I don’t know Boomer. I don’t know what I’d do. I just…I’d try and…”
Boomer tried to return the grin, wishing she hadn’t said anything. “And here I thought we were just sleeping together,” she said, trying for Starbuck’s flirtatious bravado.
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds; he just looked her over as if still trying to answer. It almost made her blush. “Hmmm. Funny how it only takes one simple question from a woman to reduce some high I.Q. toting genius to a stuttering thirteen year old.”
She was trying to break the tension and failing, miserably. She kept looking up and around her, refusing to meet his eyes, even though there was really nothing to look at. He opened his mouth to say something when the shades on her rack were pulled aside. It was Dee.
“Gaeta, you’re needed in the CIC. It’s urgent.”
“Why didn’t you call me over the comm?”
“It’s not fully functional at the moment.” Dee gave Boomer an apologetic look.
“How did you even know that I was here?” Gaeta seemed almost angry. “I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to be here.”
Dee looked awkwardly at the both of them. “I…um…uh…lucky guess.” She gave them both a very unconvincing smile. Gaeta gave her a skeptical look. “Oh you know how it is around here!” she sputtered.
He sighed and got up to leave. He pulled on his dress jacket and gave Dualla an irritated look. “Could you give me a second?”
“Well if that’s all it takes!” Dee snapped back. She turned on her heel and looked back, giving Boomer an aggravated look, shaking her head as if to say ‘how the frak do you put up with him?’
“I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” Boomer put her hands up, holding back her laughter.
“Just Kara.”
“Yeah, because she doesn’t have a big mouth at all,” he said sarcastically.
They both stopped laughing and just looked at each other for a second. It was one of those moments that had the potential to be incredibly forced and awkward but somehow came very naturally between them.
“Listen, if you’re really worried…about what the Chief said,” he paused for a moment, wondering whether or not to go on. “I could talk with Dr. Baltar about getting you in as one of the first test subjects.”
Her eyes went round.
“You would do that for me?”
“Why not? You’re my friend.”
Boomer almost smiled, then she remembered what exactly the favor was for.
Felix turned to leave, buttoning his jacket at he went, and running a hand over his hair.
He ran into Dee in the hall.
She gave him a devious grin. “Oh cut me a break Dee! How did you even know?”
She shrugged. “Talk of the ship. Besides, we’ve worked together too long for me to not know that you’re finally getting laid.”
****
“Dr. Baltar?”
Gaius looked up from his paperwork. He loathed all the military protocol and claptrap that he had to get through in the hopes of completing any work at all. To him, Mr. Gaeta was just another symbol of that: a loyal, idealistic, irritating, albeit bright, young man.
“Yes Mr. Gaeta? What can I do for you?”
“He looks different.” He caught her out of the corner of his eye, perched atop his lab table, legs crossed suggestively. She wore her red dress and light sparkled off of her bracelet, causing him to look away from her.
“I need a favor actually.”
“And what would that be?”
“This should be interesting.” Six smiled, a picture of wickedness.
“I need a test.”
Baltar smiled at him nonchalantly. “What kind of test?”
“Be careful Gaius, he’s bigger then you.” Six said with mock concern. “Sir, please don’t screw around. You know what test I mean.”
“Well I can take your blood sample right here if you’d like-“
“It’s not for me.”
Six snorted. She walked lithely over to Gaeta who was still standing in front of he door. “I told you he looked different. Some hot young thing has got him in her pocket.” She looked at Gaius. “Just like you.”
“What?!” Gaius looked directly at her, but she was suddenly gone. “It’s not for me sir, it’s for…a friend of mine.” Gaius heard the almost imperceptible pause. Then he remembered the rumors about Gaeta and Lieutenant Valerii that had been ricocheting around during games of Triad for the last few days.
“A friend of yours, Mr. Gaeta?”
“That’s what I said.”
Gaius smiled benevolently at him. “Just bring the lieutenant in so I can get her samples.” Felix looked at him, disbelieving. Does everyone frakking know? he thought.
Gauis turned back to his paperwork. “Oh don’t be so shocked. You know how everyone here likes to gossip as if they were back in the schoolyard. I’m just glad you’re finally having some fun Felix. You’re wound far too tight.”
Gauis was so concentrated on looking omniscient that he missed the angry look that Gaeta shot at him. He also missed Gaeta’s exit until the hatch slammed.
****
“Hey.”
Sharon was sitting in the rec room, reading, waiting for Starbuck. There had been a stir a few hours before about a Cylon prisoner and a hidden nuke, but the radiological sweeps were all turning up clean. She knew that Starbuck was the one who had been sent to interrogate the Cylon. She was anxious for news, even though she didn’t want to admit why.
The Chief had found her.
She sighed. “Hey.”
“So…you and Gaeta.”
She didn’t say anything. It hurt just to be near him.
“I heard from Jammer.”
She didn’t look at him. She didn’t answer, she just stared at her book.
“Sharon…are you trying to get back at me? Because if you are-” She turned so abruptly to look at him that he was startled into silence. She looked furious.
“Please. Please Tyrol. Feel free to make this about you. You were the one that ended things between us. It was your choice and you made it. And that’s it.” She got out of her chair, to go back to her rack. She wondered if she would meet Gaeta on the way.
She didn’t have to wait that long. He walked into the rec room just as she was making her way to the door. “Sharon, I-“ Then he saw the Chief. “Oh. I’m, uh, not interrupting anything am I?”
Boomer gave him a big smile. “Of course not.”
***
The two of them were sitting in the rec room, waiting for the results.
“I’m so nervous.” Boomer said for what felt like the millionth time. She turned to look at Gaeta. His face was unreadable. “Talk about something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…anything. Tell me about your parents.”
“My father wanted me to be a politician.”
“Why? You’re not a very good liar.”
He shrugged. “I suppose he thought it was glamorous. All those powerful people in Caprica City, controlling the fate of the colonies.” He shook his head. “He thought that he wasn’t important enough. He was an astronomer on Picon.”
“And your mother?”
“She was insane.”
“What?”
Gaeta smiled bitterly. “She was always afraid the house would fall down on us. She’d wake me and my father up in the middle of the night and drag us out onto the lawn. Then she would tell my father that the ground was going to disappear. There was never anywhere to go when that happened apparently. I had a fun childhood.”
Boomer looked down at her shoes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“You didn’t know.” He looked at her, kindly.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Finally, Boomer said, “You know, I would try to cheer you up with sex, but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t help. And after all, there’s really only what, six hours until the results are in?” He grinned at her. “Well you never know until you try, right? And I’m willing to take that risk.”
***
Boomer somehow managed to get him all the way to her rack before pulling him down on top of her. She was terrified, knowing that right now, her blood was being picked apart and combed for anything suspicious. But Gaeta kept her grounded. She didn’t think about the future or the past, just the present, when she was with him.
She’d managed to get her shirt off and his belt unbuckled when someone had come storming into the room. They froze. The shades were drawn but they were right outside. A locker shuffled open and then there were what sounded like muffled prayers.
She whispered in his ear, “Try not to make any noise okay?”
Quietly, Boomer wriggled out of her pants and underwear and slid her self down over him, her hand over his mouth. She could feel him laughing against her hand. She leaned down to kiss him. He smoothed his hands over her breasts and she couldn’t help it: she gasped. There was a sound outside the rack. “Frak!” she whispered.
The shades were thrown to the side. It was Kara. She smirked at them. “Bad time?”
***
Gaeta ran a hand through his hair nervously. His rack time had ended fifteen minutes ago and he was rushing to the CIC. He hated to be late.
“Mr. Gaeta!” Gauis Baltar’s unmistakable voice rang out in the corridor.
“Can this wait, sir?” He was trying not to be agitated. If Baltar was looking for him it probably meant bad news. He turned to see the doctor standing in the hall, waiting for him.
He had an idea that the bad news was just starting.