The Universe's Mixer

"What am I doing here?" Gaius asked as he stared down into the glass of wine he was nurturing at the bar.

Six slipped around from behind, her hips moving in beat to the tavern music. She was wearing the red dress. The dress that made Gaius' head spin and swoon with (heavenly devotion? -- hardly.) She brought herself around his bar stool and leaned towards him, her hands placing themselves on each of his thighs. Long, neatly manicured nails dug into his legs. She had one of those expressions that was -- Gods, God, he didn't care what she was. Human. Cylon. His subconscious. He lusted after her every waking moment of the day. And when he was asleep? When he was asleep he imagined that he was with her even more in his dreams. The two of them together in his house back on Caprica City.

Gaius closed his eyes and when he opened them he was no longer in the bar. Instead, he was on his back porch overlooking the lake that dug deep into the Caprican mountainside. He was lying on a lounge chair and she was atop him, straddling his waist. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, blonde curls falling at the sides of her face. The sun was dipping in the horizon and it created a glow around her. Reds and yellows and oranges. Like one of those impressionist paintings that came out of Picon forty years ago.
( Why don't you take your clothes off already? )

Hank walked down the street, humming to himself quietly in between bites of his recently acquired Twinkie. A sack of groceries was clutched in one arm, the Twinkie box just poking out of a bunch of greens and bread, forgotten as he walked and tried to work out the specs for the Blackbird in his head. She was too far away to actually work on, of course, in a different universe altogether, but he wanted like nothing else to see her finished, and as heartbreaking as it was to be separated from her, he could still work out the finishing touches in his mind and finally be able to move on to something else.

He sighed as he swallowed the last of his Twinkie, thinking about how pathetic that much be. To be suddenly tossed into a completely new universe and the only thing you miss was a piece of machinery? Though it wasn't like anybody there would miss him, either, except maybe the higher ups in the CIA who benefited from his inventions. But he felt no loyalty to them.

Besides, here for a few days and already set up with a home, work, and then meeting a few people who seemed lovely… well, it was as easy a move as one could expect. He seemed to be fitting in here, as well as he ever did anywhere, and that was something. Not that he wouldn't try to find out what happened, of course, but all things in time. It was annoying, now, and he couldn't help but resent the giant wall he could see in between the buildings when he crossed the streets, but he'd have time to inspect it closer later, opportunities always presented themselves. Just like eventually the opportunity to get even with that snippy male nurse at the hospital would present itself, and Hank would gladly ruin the other's mood for a day in eye-for-and-eye retaliation.

Dinah crouched on the edge of a four story building, surveying the alley below. She was waiting for her target for questioning for the night to appear. She stifled a yawn and did her best to keep herself awake. It was difficult to make sleep a priority and it was especially difficult to get any sleep at the Clocktower, which was so empty without Jake.

At least when she'd been able to go to Harry's, she'd gotten a little bit more sleep. But that was out of the question until Murphy found her place.

So, Dinah was more than a little on edge. She was probably more trigger happy than she should be at the moment.