Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-01-26 01:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | galactica, het, rated: adult, slash |
Fic: Sweetness 1/1 Battlestar Galactica 2003
Title: Sweetness
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica.
Characters: Calley, Adama, Tigh, Felix.
Words: 404
Prompt: Desperation
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Felix/Jammer, Calley/Tyrol
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Pushed to the limit, someone's gone biblical.
Author's Note: Another one.
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(DESPERATION)
"Please." Her whimpered cries echoed in the empty storage locker. Sweat rolled down her face in to her eyes, making her blink to clear them. "Please, don't do this."
"He begged for his life too." After he finished tying her to the fuel tanks, he stood up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hands. "He saved your life, told them this, but they didn't believe him. They took his life instead!"
Sagging forward, she began to sob. "Please, I have a baby."
"So." Backing out, he closed the door. Turning the handle, he threw the emergency seal and locked it down.
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"Sir, fire control is reporting a temperature spike on the forward cargo deck." Lieutenant Kyros tapped on his controls, trying to summon up more information. "It's localized to a single compartment, but the heat is warping the bulkheads."
"Are our people clear?" Adama waited for the Lieutenant to nod. "Seal it off, space the entire section."
"On it." Using the various stations to keep his balance, Tigh stared hard at the fire control console. It took him two tries, but his key eventually found the right slot. Turning, it, he flipped the right switch. "Venting!"
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Sitting at the bar, his nose already stinging from the rocket fuel they called alcohol, Felix stared at the last dregs in his glass. He had run out of fresh drink ten minutes ago, but hadn't bothered to order more. It had been five days since his attempted murder at the hands of the Circle. The truth was out there, circling, yet he was still the pariah.
He was the one persecuted, even though he had done nothing wrong.
Why? Because his name was stained with the taint of Gaius Baltar. No amount of good deeds and praise would ever free him of that burden. He would always be that despised collaborator.
So, why was he sticking around this ship? There were other places he could go. There was an entire fleet out there. He could get a position on any of them with his skills.
Picking up his glass, he started to shake it to get the bartender's attention. Waiting for the man to notice, a cry anguish behind him drew him and every body's notice. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Chief Tyrol clutching at Sam Anders, desperately trying to keep his balance.
Snorting, Felix went back to trying to get another drink.