The Universe's Mixer

Fred was a little surprised when she'd gotten the page from Dinah for two reasons: 1) she didn't think the pager really worked (even if Dinah had used it at least once before), and 2) she didn't know why Dinah was trying to get in touch with her. She called the superhero back, and was possibly a little shocked that Dinah wanted to have some lunch with her to make sure she was okay after Jake's rescue and the werewolf epidemic, even though there didn't seem to be all that many werewolves running around. Fred hadn't been bit, but she had met a very strange thing she'd only recently learned was an echidna. Really strange creature that hadn't been made by the City's very disturbed or lacking imagination.

Fred had asked that they meet at a Chinese restaurant she was fond of; she'd met one of the men who worked there a while back, back when Sam was another Sam and was helping the man out. The food was good, and the guy did seem to remember her. He'd ask about Sam now and then, and Fred would give him the same answer, that as far as she knew, he was doing well.

"So, how are you?" The brainy female looked over at Dinah. "Is Jake settling in? Do you really live at the Manor? Do you ever see Bruce Wayne?" Okay, so some questions weren't the best when stuck together, but she was curious. Now and then she'd check the clock; she did have a date later, after all.

Dinah hadn’t been out of the house a whole lot since the incident with Murphy. She’d tried to call Dean to thank him for his help with the rescue, but he hadn’t returned the call. She knew things hadn’t exactly gone well, and she wanted to at least talk to him after the tension that had happened between him and Harry during the planning session before the rescue.

She had already wanted to stop in and check on the shop and when she was done with that, it was easy enough to just head to the door leading upstairs and knock. While she still had a key, since she was the landlord-she definitely wasn’t going to let herself into Dean’s place. For one thing, that would be really inappropriate, and for another, she didn’t even want to know what she might be walking into. No, better to just knock.

( Dean wasn't that bad... )

She left him.

Doesn't she always?

Well, yes, she did. That was in her nature. Innocuous, taunting, deceitful. Distrusting in all manners of personal consequence. It had something to do with her mission to help him find his true path. But ever since arriving in this new and unfamiliar place, Gaius was beginning to doubt her words. She didn't sound quite as confident as she had when they were aboard the Galactica. It wasn't a note of trepidation in her voice. Nor was it a lingering sense in her quiescence when he tried to inquire more information from her. (She'd always been reluctant to say too much, after all. Like there was some code among imaginary mind dwellers.) He had surpassed his fears of going crazy, however. This was considerably relieving to his consciousness, which had been reeling in the idea that his natural body was in a state of shock somewhere. Perhaps a poor coma victim in the hands of Doc Cottle. (Oh, Gods, I can't imagine anything worse.) Except for maybe being under the care of the Admiral, who would most certainly flush his lifeless body outside of an airlock. And then there was the question of his possible Cylon life. Was he a Cylon? He still had yet to come to a decision in this respect. She had always just given him that omniscient smirk and sauntered off whenever he questioned his humanity (or lack thereof.) And the others around him? Well, the all hoped that he was. And, in a sense, so did he. It would justify his actions.

I destroyed humanity. I wiped out the Twelve Colonies. It's okay because I'm not one of them.
( The City needed a man of the future. )