Wishfic #3: "To See The Stars"
Title: To See The Stars
Characters: OC, Gaeta, Helo
Pairings: Gaeta/Hoshi, Helo/Sharon are both implied
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to “The Oath” since I wrote it yesterday but depending on your interpretation of canon, it's AU anyway
Wordcount: ~550
Summary: Dear Mr. Gaeta, thank you so much for your letter.
Author's Note: This is for millari who asked me to write a story about Gaeta and graduation.
Dear Mr. Gaeta,
thank you so much for the letter you sent me in March. I was sure I’d flunk trig but thanks to you, the test was no problem at all. Your explanations are so amazing and thorough. A lot of cadets are good at math but I think I’m the only one who can calculate a jump in her head! Remember when I was ten and you moved in next door? Back then, I sure wouldn’t have thought that I could be an officer one day.
The graduation ceremony was wonderful. I was told that all celebrations are still conducted true to colonial tradition. It’s exactly the same ceremony you attended in the Twelve Colonies when you were young. Apart from the speech by the UN delegate, anyway. I wouldn’t have minded doing without that one. It was long and boring, and my uniform kept itching. Sure, laugh at me. I know -- I’ve been a lieutenant for five minutes, and already I’m complaining.
I know you didn’t want me to join the fleet, and that means I’m double thankful for all your support. I’m not just talking about the remedial math. I know you haven’t been in touch with anybody you knew before. However, I was approached by Commander Agathon after the ceremony (he knew who I am, I was so flattered!), and guess who he said called in a favor on my behalf two years ago?
He said to say it was for stopping Vireem (whatever that means) and that the two of you are even now. I’ll go out on a hunch and say he’s a little bit wary of you. Stop huffing; he didn’t take it out on me. He congratulated me and told me he hopes to see me on the Aquarius one day. I don’t know why you think that it would damage my career if people knew that I know you. Sure, Agathon didn’t seem to like you much but he said that my grades reminded him of you; trust me if I say that was obviously a compliment. It was a long time ago, Mr. Gaeta. Whatever happened, it can’t be that bad -- stop acting like you're a colonial cartoon villain, will you?
I’ll keep my promise, don’t worry about that. Still, I’d be proud to tell everybody that I’m here because of you.
Just so you know, you cranky old man.
I’ve been assigned to the Picon for deep space patrol. My transit flight is scheduled for Monday. God, I don’t care that I had to join the military to do this -- I can’t believe I’ll be working on a battlestar! It seems like yesterday that the Galactica showed up in the sky above Tyrol (I still don’t get why that makes you laugh). Remember that? It’s really funny, looking back. Everybody panicked. Mum tried to hide us in the basement. We thought we were being invaded by little green aliens!
Off to see the stars, -
Ariadne
PS: Call Louis. I still haven’t figured out who he is or what he means to you, but call Louis. If he hasn’t forgiven you by now, he isn’t worth it. I promise.
PPS: Don’t forget to feed the cat. I'll want her back when I’m on leave.
Feedback is much appreciated. :-)
Characters: OC, Gaeta, Helo
Pairings: Gaeta/Hoshi, Helo/Sharon are both implied
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to “The Oath” since I wrote it yesterday but depending on your interpretation of canon, it's AU anyway
Wordcount: ~550
Summary: Dear Mr. Gaeta, thank you so much for your letter.
Author's Note: This is for millari who asked me to write a story about Gaeta and graduation.
Dear Mr. Gaeta,
thank you so much for the letter you sent me in March. I was sure I’d flunk trig but thanks to you, the test was no problem at all. Your explanations are so amazing and thorough. A lot of cadets are good at math but I think I’m the only one who can calculate a jump in her head! Remember when I was ten and you moved in next door? Back then, I sure wouldn’t have thought that I could be an officer one day.
The graduation ceremony was wonderful. I was told that all celebrations are still conducted true to colonial tradition. It’s exactly the same ceremony you attended in the Twelve Colonies when you were young. Apart from the speech by the UN delegate, anyway. I wouldn’t have minded doing without that one. It was long and boring, and my uniform kept itching. Sure, laugh at me. I know -- I’ve been a lieutenant for five minutes, and already I’m complaining.
I know you didn’t want me to join the fleet, and that means I’m double thankful for all your support. I’m not just talking about the remedial math. I know you haven’t been in touch with anybody you knew before. However, I was approached by Commander Agathon after the ceremony (he knew who I am, I was so flattered!), and guess who he said called in a favor on my behalf two years ago?
He said to say it was for stopping Vireem (whatever that means) and that the two of you are even now. I’ll go out on a hunch and say he’s a little bit wary of you. Stop huffing; he didn’t take it out on me. He congratulated me and told me he hopes to see me on the Aquarius one day. I don’t know why you think that it would damage my career if people knew that I know you. Sure, Agathon didn’t seem to like you much but he said that my grades reminded him of you; trust me if I say that was obviously a compliment. It was a long time ago, Mr. Gaeta. Whatever happened, it can’t be that bad -- stop acting like you're a colonial cartoon villain, will you?
I’ll keep my promise, don’t worry about that. Still, I’d be proud to tell everybody that I’m here because of you.
Just so you know, you cranky old man.
I’ve been assigned to the Picon for deep space patrol. My transit flight is scheduled for Monday. God, I don’t care that I had to join the military to do this -- I can’t believe I’ll be working on a battlestar! It seems like yesterday that the Galactica showed up in the sky above Tyrol (I still don’t get why that makes you laugh). Remember that? It’s really funny, looking back. Everybody panicked. Mum tried to hide us in the basement. We thought we were being invaded by little green aliens!
Off to see the stars, -
Ariadne
PS: Call Louis. I still haven’t figured out who he is or what he means to you, but call Louis. If he hasn’t forgiven you by now, he isn’t worth it. I promise.
PPS: Don’t forget to feed the cat. I'll want her back when I’m on leave.
Feedback is much appreciated. :-)