Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-09-08 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | galactica, rated: adult, slash |
Fic: Biding Time 1/1 BattleStar Galactica 2003
Title: Biding Time
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica.
Characters: Gaeta, Lee.
Words: 415
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003
Pairing: pre-Lee/Felix
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Activity, Character Death
Summary: After the rebellion succeeded, Felix sets the course for Humanity among the stars. The path has no room for Cylons or their allies.
Author's Note: 4x14 'Blood On The Scales' happened a different way.
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It wasn't much in the way of a prison, but it was certainly effective. From his position on the catwalk, Felix could see down into the cargo hold. Several tarps and ropes were strung across for makeshift tents to provide an illusion of privacy. They and he knew it was only temporary. The daily inspection would bring the whole thing down.
He sighed, everything about this made him wish it wasn't happening. He was certain more than a few felt the same way, for different reasons. It was sad that any of this was necessary. Felix frowned. Sad wasn't the right word. Pathetic was more appropriate.
Watching as the next group of ten marched to the gate that marked the boundary, he clutched at the grip on his cane. They would go on to their shifts, filling the roles left bare by the revolution. Some were being returned to their previous held positions, others had been taught to replace the dead. Everything was flowing as it must.
Their drab clothing indicated their rank. Prisoners were now the lowest on the scale. They had no say in where they went or what they had to do. He knew there were abuses of this system, but when wasn't there? It was punished if excessive and undeserved. Humans were still humans, no matter their station.
Yet, no one ever was allowed to forget why they were prisoners.
One man paused in the queue at the gate. He had time to wait while their identity cards were scanned. Using this free moment, he glanced up at the catwalk, to Felix. The cold stare of blue eyes was absent of any positive emotion.
Felix was unmoved by the look. They had never been focused on him in any welcoming light. When they had looked at him in the past, it was never as a man. Now, their owner knew the feeling, he lived it every day.
Such was the plight of the once glorious Human race these days. They were fewer in number than ever known in history. Now, they were divided into two groups, the better to shrink their numbers even further.
It would have been alarming. That should have been to him. Yet, he couldn't seem to bring himself to care.
Shifting his cane, Felix braced himself for his missing leg. With each awkward step, his rage was restoked and filled him. It wasn't right, but this was just. Everything now came down to the balance of justice.
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He stalked like a caged animal, moving back and forth on the far side of the wardroom. Every so often, he would turn and glance Felix's way. It was never for very long and it was always filled with hate. Then he would return to his pacing.
Felix knew why he did it. He understood and accepted it a long time ago. That never bothered him.
Leaning forward, he rubbed at the stocking over his stump. The phantom pain was so very rare these days. He knew everything was psychological. These truths had been explained to him tediously by a dozen individuals. He snorted. A post-apocalyptic support group, just what the gods decreed.
Tugging at his chain, the man snarled. It gave him freedom to wander the cabin and no further. He would never do anything about it. Like the pacing, it was just another reminder. He enjoyed a good physical metaphor, a trait inherited from his father. It was a subtle reminder of their different situations.
More out of pity than any actual response to the gesture, Felix looked up at him. The muscles in his face settle in the familiar bored expression. They had been in this same position so many times.
"I won't do it!" He had waited until Felix was looking him directly in the eye. Face pinched, he made an effort to appear resolute.
And why not? The stance and firm denial were all he had. It wasn't like he was given a choice. None of them had one.
Blinking lazily, Felix gave him another moment to scowl at him. He went back to rubbing his stump, readying it for the day's activities. There would be more walking than he needed, more than he wanted. It would always hurt him.
Reaching for his prosthetic, he exhaled slowly. It was loud enough to echo across the room. "You will do your duty to your species. There is no refusal." His command was met with only silence. Out of sheer morbid curiosity, Felix glanced up. He really shouldn't have bothered.
Lee wore an arrogant smirk. Hands on the zipper of his gray prisoner bottoms, he jerked it down to expose himself. He slipped his fingers under the hem and pushed them down to mid-thigh. Cupping himself, he gave his balls a painful squeeze. "Come and get it if you want it so bad. You won't get it any other way."
Sliding on the plastic leg, Felix quickly buckled it in to place. That done, he pushed up from the chair, using the table for balance. "Very well."
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Hand on the locking wheel, Felix gave it a gentle shove to push it open. It slid open with a metallic groan to reveal the waiting nurse on the otherside. He caught the attention of the woman by holding up a plastic vial. It was filled with a white fluid.
She raised an eyebrow at the amount. Without comment, she reached forward to take it from him.
He handed it over with a tiny shrug. Licking his lips, he stepped over the threshold.
TBC