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So [livejournal.com profile] daybreak777 has told me this is what is called WIP Amnesty. I don't know I'd really call it that, because these drabbly bits don't really feel to me like they were ever truly going to be works, and they just mostly sat on my hard drive after a burst of energy, never really "in progress." But I've been feeling ill, in bed, and I'm a little bored and restless and blergh. So I've decided to do something I almost never do - post a few drabbles of things I doubt I'll ever do anything more with. They are random, unbeta'd, written a long time ago, maybe slightly OOC, and in some cases, pretty much trail off in the middle. With all those caveats, I hereby present:

The drabbles:

Season 4.0 Felix/Sharon/Helo. R. 467 words. On the Demetrius. Felix finds out his navigating skills were not the only reason Helo asked Adama to assign him to Starbuck's mission.
“Whose idea was it to suggest me for this mission, anyway?” Felix asked, eyeing them both suspiciously.

Helo looked away sheepishly, but Sharon (He’d never think of her as Athena. He just never would be able to do it, not when she looked like the woman he’d spent two years pining after until the Attacks changed everything.) looked at him steadily, unembarrassed.

“We both did,” she said, her tone patient, her eyes assessing him. Out of a sense of duty, Felix had buried his feelings for Sharon a long time ago, when everybody knew she was frakking the Chief. He’d thought they were totally gone when she'd returned from nuked Caprica with Helo and she wasn't even the one he'd been attracted to anymore. He hadn't realized how much need for her he still carried with him until this moment. I shouldn't be attracted this easily to Helo's wife, he thought.

So he tried retreating into outrage, a move that felt clear and comfortable and morally correct, unlike the confusing desire that was rising within him, far too strongly, far too quickly.

“Are you telling me you convinced the Old Man to assign me to a floating garbage scow with Starbuck?” He didn’t so much say the name as spit it out. “Just so you two could get me into your rack?”

But Sharon was walking towards him with a smile on her lips that Felix was already pre-disposed to find intoxicating. He knew he should be angry, but should seemed like a word he had left behind so very long ago at this point. Back on New Caprica, really.

Before he knew it, her mouth was pressing onto his, her tongue pushing his lips apart, and her hands had wrapped around the back of his head. She was hurtling the two of them backward in tandem. Felix only found out where when he felt his back hit the sheets of their rack. All the while, her tongue never stopped probing, licking, tickling the roof of his mouth. Felix felt his dick growing hard way too fast, felt his muscles going rubbery as Sharon pressed his body ruthlessly into the mattress. His eyes opened wide with astonishment as he felt her fingers yanking with expert precision at his belt buckle and undoing the button to his khakis. Her long hair curtained his face, and through a sliver gap between the long, brown strands, Felix got a gauzy glimpse of nothing but Helo’s taut, naked midriff moving towards him, filling up the gap completely, like a moon eclipsing the sun.

“Ohhh.” He managed to pull his mouth away long enough to catch a few gasping breaths. Sharon finally noticed his erection and turned her attention downward to his crotch, taking him into her mouth in one shocking, overwhelming sensation that quickly had Felix whimpering like an animal. He opened half-lidded eyes just enough to see Helo perched over him, stroking his own dick in his hand, eyes sparkling with approval. Felix smiled weakly back at him. Really, he couldn't believe this was happening.

It felt like the first bit of luck Felix had seen in a very, very long time.

Pre-Mini Gaius Baltar/OFC. NC-17. 643 words. Teen!Gaius losing his virginity on Aerelon.

No one could accuse him of doing things halfway, Gaius figured.

He was a sixteen-year-old farm boy who’d just experienced his first real kiss. If he didn’t frak things up in the next ten minutes or so, he was pretty sure he would also lose his virginity soon, and to a woman so beautiful it made Gaius’ heart feel like it had stopped in amazed gratitude. Her platinum blonde, wavy ringlets tickled his face. Every once in a while, whenever he managed to say something clever enough, she treated him to that throaty, lustful laugh that he craved with almost more desire than for her body. Almost. Her body was gorgeous, and she was slowly revealing it to him, bit by bit, discarding each piece of clothing as if on whim.

No, no one could accuse Gaius of doing things halfway. Not when this gorgeous woman was thirteen years older than him and also his religion teacher at school. And for some reason – one that Gaius didn’t care enough to ask her about in case she changed her mind about the whole virginity thing – she seemed hell bent on sending him to Hades an atheist.

None of this worried him as much as it should have though, for he was quickly becoming high out of his mind on chokeweed.

“Gaius,” her voice filtered through his hazy consciousness and bounced around in his head. She sounded like an angel calling to him across a cavern. Slowly, he lifted his head to find her through all the echoing noise.

“Stay with me, Gaius.” It was an order, but her tone was gentle, patient, and full of amusement at a private joke. “Surely your singularly brilliant mind can handle that, can’t it?”

Probing fingers accompanied the question, sliding under the scratchy canvas of his shirt to his bare chest, trailing up the sides of his torso, faintly brushing against his nipples, but they quickly hardened under even just the hint of her touch. Gaius heard a swift rasping sound in his head and realized that he’d just gasped in pathetically obvious arousal.

He needed a quip to impress her, but words stayed stuck in his throat, silenced by the drug and his growing terror of saying anything that would end the electricity coursing through his body.
This was nothing like kissing Sherry Bennett on the playground. This was nothing like his furtive nocturnal explorations under the sheets while his brothers slept a few feet away.

“You’re all right, Gaius,” she crooned somewhere in the back of his consciousness, as if her voice lived inside his head now. “You know I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, don’t you? Just do what I say and I promise I’ll make it wonderful. Do you believe me?”

Honestly, he didn’t know if he did. He didn’t know anything right now. He was feeling so muzzy-headed. But he nodded mutely as her fingers moved under his shoulders and he felt his shirt coming off.

Please don’t stop, he begged inwardly. Then, when he heard her laughter – the sound of wind chimes tinkling in a breeze – he froze, terrified he’d said those words aloud.

The fingers traced down his sides, and Gaius shuddered with delight at the sensation. and crept onto the waistband of his pants, moments later, undoing his fly.

“Do what I say and everything will be fine, all right?” she reminded him.

“I…” He realized that this was his last chance to stop this, that he should probably stop this, because if they were ever caught, he would be in so much trouble.

Her hand was stroking his cock steadily now, her toothy smile determined and full of desire. Gaius felt himself growing hard and thick between her fingers.

Frak it, he decided as he took another hit off the chokeweed rapidly turning to ash in the tray. I’ll figure it out later.

Season 1 Baltar/Gaeta/Starbuck. PG-13. 818 words. The beginnings of a strip Triad PWP that never happened.

Even ridiculously drunk, he could still count cards without even thinking about it.

But nobody knew this about Felix Gaeta, because he hardly ever won at Triad. He often didn’t even play. He was always too busy paying more attention to the real reason he played Triad in the rec room – the banter.

He loved watching the pilots tease each other, and he didn’t even mind when they teased him. He understood that teasing meant people liked you enough to pay attention to you, keep track of your foibles. It meant you were part of the group.

But that was not why he was watching right now. All the pilots were gone, that is except Starbuck, who was locked in a battle of gambling wills with the last man standing in the Triad game since Skulls had folded his last hand twenty minutes earlier with a resigned grimace.

Starbuck was locked in this battle of wills with the man who was possibly Felix’s favorite person in the world these days – Gaius Baltar.

Drunk as he was, Felix didn’t even care that much that Doctor Baltar was paying much more attention to Kara Thrace than him. It made Felix smile to see the man in his element, happily trashed on ambrosia and in full seduction mode.

It was about to end, though. The cards Felix had seen already since the deck was last shuffled told him that Starbuck was bluffing. She couldn’t possibly have a decent hand. He suspected that the Doctor might know as well, for despite his exaggerated drunken gestures and his less than crisp tones, Felix could see he was moving in for the kill.

He called the bet with slurring triumph in his voice, theatrically fanning his cards down onto the table so Starbuck couldn’t miss her defeat.

“Full colors,” she muttered in dismay. Doctor Baltar grinned at her lingering chagrin and shook his head as he gathered the pool of cubits towards himself like a pirate surrounded by his loot.

“Such a shame, Thrace,” he taunted. “And I was so enjoying playing with you. But what can I do? The cards want to go my way tonight, and you, my dear, are out of cubits.”

Starbuck rolled her eyes. But Felix could tell she was frustrated.

“You know,” Felix interrupted, knowing he’d probably really regret saying this tomorrow, “there is one way you could keep the game going.”

His face went hot with embarrassment at the way the two of them snapped their heads back and suddenly all their attention was on him for a moment, as if they’d just remembered he was there.

“How’s that, Felix?” Baltar looked into his eyes with a mischievous grin that was unnerving. But the ambrosia shots had emboldened him.

“There’s always strip Triad,” he said baldly, willing himself to keep the man’s gaze.

Kara chortled, taking a puff of her cigar and damping it out on the ashtray. “Oh sure, so you can watch?” She let her voice curl into a throaty suggestion as she mock whispered, “But really, Gaeta, which one of us are you hoping to see naked?”

Baltar’s face broke out into a confident, thoroughly drunken grin as his arm came out and he lazily brushed the scruff of Felix’s neck. Felix visibly startled at the touch, and his eyes widened at the soft pleasure he heard in Doctor Baltar’s chuckle.

“Nothing wrong with a little strip Triad,” the man declared, a forgotten hand still lingering on Felix’s neck. Felix saw Starbuck’s eyebrows raise at the familiarity of it. Felix was as surprised as she probably was, but he was really drunk, and so he covered it over with a self-satisfied, uninhibited grin. He let his tongue drag slightly over his lower lip, in a way the compartmentalized part of his brain knew went straight past dirty and right into obscene. His insides fluttered as he saw her notice and nod appreciatively.

“You serious?” she pressed Baltar.

“I’m completely serious,” Baltar replied, voice still slurring, but there was an edge of excitement there.

“Fine,” she agreed, “but only if Felix plays too.”

Baltar’s forefinger raised itself up and started making tiny, absent circles on the back of Felix’s neck. “I agree,” he said expansively, cocking his head endearingly. "Felix?” he beckoned.

When did he suddenly become Felix to them, he wondered.

“Come on, Felix,” Baltar prompted, his half-closed brown eyes no longer capable of subtle nuances under the ambrosia’s influence, but he looked happy. He reminded Felix of a cat lying in the sun. “What do you say?”

He would give almost anything to keep that expression focused on him. Felix closed his eyes with pleasure, relishing the soft contact of Baltar’s fingers, which had moved upward and were now digging slightly into his hair.

“I’d like that, Gaius,” he said, the name a barely audible experiment.

Baltar just chuckled softly again.

Pre-Mini Felix Gaeta, OMC, OFC. G. 875 words. A Felix childhood drabble:
“Felix Gaeta, get your nose out of whatever book you're reading and get down here! You’re going to make us late for Temple!”

Jerome Gaeta tried futilely to make his disapproving frown radiate all the way from the bottom of the stairs into his son’s bedroom.

“I should have taken that lock off his door ages ago,” he complained to his wife, only a few feet away in one of the oversized living room chairs, where she’d been since six or seven this morning. “Why is your son always with his head in the clouds? And on today, of all days!”

Felicia Gaeta’s head remained in furrowed concentration over an open folder overflowing with all different sizes of papers, most of which had even smaller notes to herself tacked onto them. “My son?” A chuckle crept into her voice as she twisted one of her long dark curls in between her fingers. “His head isn’t in the clouds, Jerome; it’s in a book.”

“Same thing,” he muttered. “All I know is once he gets his head in a book, he can’t get it out again. He’s going to make us late. Again.”

Her green eyes finally left her papers and twinkled up at her husband. “He’s just excited about books, Jerome. That’s a good thing. Don’t you want your child to be intelligent?”

“He already is intelligent, Felicia,” he said gruffly. “And that’s not the problem. Of course I approve of him studying and doing well in school, and being well-read. That’s not the problem. When it comes to books, though, he’s got no off-switch. He’s disorganized. He’s scatterbrained…”

“He’s ten years old,” she cut him off, stared at him with arched eyebrows, then dropped her head back down into her work, the pen in her fingers beginning its dance of scratches and swirls, spinning out mathematical calculations along the margins her husband couldn’t even hope to understand.

“He’s eleven,” he corrected her. “Or have you forgotten what day today is?”

She didn’t answer. He had lost her already.

“Felix!” he yelled in frustration up the stairs. “If you make us late for your audience with the Oracle today, I’m canceling your birthday party. You hear me? And I’ll take your presents back to the store.”

The ceiling above them exploded with the sudden scurrying and thumping of barely-eleven-year-old feet. A moment after the lock clicked, Felix’s bespectacled face poked out from behind the bedroom door, quickly followed by the rest of his body in ungainly aftermath. His tie was askew, his shirt unevenly tucked into his trousers. The military surplus satchel Jerome had bought him not long ago to help him organize was sprawled across his body like a lopsided sash.

Jerome sighed.

“You’re a mess, son,” he admonished. “We’ve talked about this. Do you know what kind of disrespect it shows to the Oracle to show up in her Temple looking this way? Especially on your Prophecy Day? It disrespects the Gods.”

Felix looked down at his clothes, apparently for the first time, his expression turning crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to.” He made as if to move back into the room. “I can fix it. Just give me a minute.”

“No! Don’t you dare go back into that room!” Jerome thundered, then immediately softened at the startled expression in his son’s eyes. “No, son,” he said more gently. “Just come down here. I’ll help you.”

He straightened his son's tie, folded down his starched collar. “Go to the bathroom and get a comb. Your hair's a rat’s nest,” he told him.

Felix leapt into action and almost ran into the living room doorframe in the process.

“Slowly,” Jerome warned him, a touch of exhaustion in his voice as his son disappeared around the corner.

He shook his head. “We’ve already gotten three notes from his teachers this term.”

“His teachers are well-meaning, but they’re sheep,” Felicia’s voice sauntered back into the conversation. “He thinks circles around his math teacher already, and all they want to do is make sure he does his homework neatly. The minute he turns twelve, we’re enrolling him in Mt. Olympus Academy, where his intelligence won’t be going to waste.”

“They’re trying to instill discipline into him,” Jerome countered. “It won’t matter that he’s the world’s biggest genius if he can’t apply himself and accomplish a task because he’s too scatterbrained.”

Felix shuffled back into the room with the dreaded comb.

“What you reading, Mom?” he asked, wincing as his father pulled his matted curls free.

“Notes I’ve been taking for that Colonial military project,” she said casually.

“What kinda notes?” he pressed, his voice full of curiosity.

“I’m trying to construct a program that will create randomized trajectories for the Viper Mark VII series.”

“Why do you want them to be randomized?”

“Why do you think?” She suddenly became the college math professor she was. “Why might Vipers need to be able to broadcast randomized trajectories?”

He thought about this for a long moment. “For DRADIS decoys?” he asked.

“Yes! Very good, Felix!" She turned to her husband affectionately. "Jerome, I do believe we have a genius on our hands." Her husband smiled back at her.

She opened her arms wide towards her son. "Come over here, genius, and give your mom a hug."

Felix grinned and broke free from the comb, running impulsively into his mother with wide arms, sending her papers flying. She squealed with dismay, but quickly gave in to the mess and hugged him back.

"Mind your feet," was her only concession. "Don't step on your Mom's notes, all right?"

"Okay." He shuffled his feet cooperatively. "It's my birthday today," he reminded, his tone turning serious.

"What, you think I've forgotten?" Felicia held her son's face in her hands. "So what do you want this year?" she asked.

"Can I use the computer in your office?" he asked immediately. He'd been clearly waiting for an opening.

"Hmm..." she said coyly. "For what?"

"I want to try to jump again."

Felicia pursed her lips for exaggerated effect. "You want to jump? What, you want a trampoline for your birthday?"

"Mom!"

She could hold back her laughter for no more than a few seconds. Her hands let go of his face and pulled a tiny portable hard drive out of her pocket. "I don't suppose you mean this copy I made of the FTL plotting software from my office computer yesterday?" she teased, holding the item aloft in front of him. Excited, Felix swiped at it unsuccessfully.

"Wait for it, kiddo," she said in mock warning, then gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Happy Birthday, genius." She pressed the hard drive into his small hands.

"Cool!" He hurtled out of her embrace, his feet clearly intent on running back upstairs to try out the program; but his father's eyes stopped him without a word.

Jerome watched with surprise and a growing pride as his son carefully put the tiny drive into his own pocket and turned to his mom with regret in his voice.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try it later."

He looked down at his tie, which had gone askew again when he'd ran to hug his mother, and did his best to straighten it. It wasn't as neat as Jerome would have made it, and his hair was still matted, but Jerome was more than happy to let that go in exchange for the surprising show of impulse control he'd just witnessed.

"I'm ready, Dad," he said, waving his primer on the Scrolls of Pythia at Jerome. "Can you quiz me in the car?"

"You got it, Son." All of a sudden, Jerome felt like it was his birthday instead.

Date: 2009-06-12 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grinninfoole.livejournal.com
your drabbles are always hot. Feel free to post more of them.

Date: 2009-06-12 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Hee! Um, thanks, I will. :)

Date: 2009-06-12 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] danniisupernova.livejournal.com
Well...you know what I read. And it felt finished to me. Like you came to a good ending point. Though I would advise an R rating rather then NC-17...Annnnnyway....

But Sharon was walking towards him with a smile on her lips that Felix was already pre-disposed to find intoxicating. He knew he should be angry, but should seemed like a word he had left behind so very long ago at this point. Back on New Caprica, really.

Before he knew it, her mouth was pressing onto his, her tongue pushing his lips apart, and her hands had wrapped around the back of his head. She was hurtling the two of them backward in tandem. Felix only found out where when he felt his back hit the sheets of their rack. All the while, her tongue never stopped probing, licking, tickling the roof of his mouth. Felix felt his dick growing hard way too fast, felt his muscles going rubbery as Sharon pressed his body ruthlessly into the mattress. His eyes opened wide with astonishment as he felt her fingers yanking with expert precision at his belt buckle and undoing the button to his khakis. Her long hair curtained his face, and through a sliver gap between the long, brown strands, Felix got a gauzy glimpse of nothing but Helo’s taut, naked midriff moving towards him, filling up the gap completely, like a moon eclipsing the sun


All of this? Ridiculously hot and engrossing.

Date: 2009-06-12 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading these! It was also a good reminder to go dig up all seven parts of The Woods so I could read Part 8. It was great!

Glad you liked the Sharon/Gaeta/Helo one and found it both hot and engrossing. Oh, Felix, he so loves to be taken... ;)

Date: 2009-06-12 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lls-mutant.livejournal.com
I wish my husband read my porn and liked it :)

Although, to be honest? My favorite was the last one with Felix's birthday. SO cute, and I can see his parents being just like that. And Felix, for that matter.

Date: 2009-06-12 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Hee! I feel very lucky for having [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole as a husband.

The last one with Felix's birthday is the only one of the four pieces that ever had any illusions of being part of a real fic. I had planned this whole backstory fic trying to explain how Felix got to be the meticulous, eat-his-food-in-order guy that we know. I had tragedy in mind for poor Felix, that very day, in fact, that was going to drive him to a life-changing decision to become the way we recognize. Who knows? I may someday still write that one. The others? I know they're never going anywhere, so I felt pretty free to post them as is.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting on these!
Edited Date: 2009-06-13 07:02 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-12 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tin-o-biscuits.livejournal.com
I'm SO drawing elevenyearold!Felix after i finish my Gaeta in Wonderland drawings. X3

Date: 2009-06-12 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
REALLY? Aw, I would be so flattered!

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2009-06-12 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trovia.livejournal.com
These were great! They stand alone quite nicely, too.

Helo and Athena assigned Felix to the Demetrius so they could frak him? LOL. Sneaky, sneaky... They must have felt awful when he lost his leg. Especially if they'd only been interested in sex. I'd really love to know how this one would have gone on after all the undoubtedly hot sex.

I'm very amused that young Gaius, using his brains to impress his teacher, still shut his brain off the moment the sex started. It's amusing that he's exactly as we know him, except younger.

At the end of the third one, I went... BUT FELIX CAN COUNT CARDS! Heh! :)

The last one made me really curious! How did Felix grow into our Felix? What made him start compulsively eating his food in the right order? You hint at that a little bit with the father but there must be more to it! It's a lovely snippet, and it's so sad to think that Felix will meet Gaius later, thinking he isn't that clever after all. Being such a geek kid, he probably doesn't have much else to take pride in... which I think plays a major part in explaining his readiness to be ignored.

As I said, I liked all of these. It's always great to read new fic of yours, even if it's actually old fic. ;)

BTW, I hope I'll get to read your scene tonight. My thesis is keeping me busy, and whenever I've got time, I'm at the wrong computer. It's annoying.

Date: 2009-06-12 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Oh thanks!

You liked the Helo/Sharon/Felix threesome? Hee, I should have guessed. I bet you would write a really good sex aftermath continuation story to this. That's totally up your alley. :)

Well, I wanted to show both Gaius and Felix in these drabbles at seminal (pun sorta intended with Gaius) moments in their lives. I don't know how clear it was, but I think that this teacher of Gaius' definitely helped settle his tastes in women later on. (Powerful blonde women who tell him to give himself over to them in complete obedience seems to be a thing with him, no?)

Hee, it is *totally* my fanon that Felix can count cards. I wrote him in another story doing that too.

The last one was the only one that I ever held any illusions about it turning into a story (and I guess deep in my heart, I still do kinda, but it'd be a long time until I ever get around to it). That story aimed to tell how Felix got from the gangly, disorganized genius kid to the straitlaced, eating-his-plate-in-order guy we know today. A lot of it had to do with Jerome, but not exactly in the way you'd think. I'll reserve revealing what I had in mind for the moment, in case I do actually get back to writing it. Because there were more snippets than this on my hard drive and notebooks.

I agree, btw, that it's totally sad about him meeting Baltar later on. I think his mother was probably a great force in boosting his geeky ego. What's sort of tragic about it is that probably when he met Gaius for the first time, he had a fleeting wish to be able to call up his mother and tell her he met this celebrity genius I'm sure they both knew. I think Felix's mom was in her day a minor version of Gaius Baltar, actually. Notice she was working on programming for the military, for example. She was by no means as famous as Baltar, and not as smart, but not too shabby either.

No worries about reading my scene. Theses are important! It's good to hear it's actually keeping you busy. I know last time we talked about it, you said you were finding it hard to not run out of things to do while you waited for your professors to catch up with you. :)

Thanks for reading and commenting on these.

Date: 2009-06-12 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trovia.livejournal.com
Hee, it is *totally* my fanon that Felix can count cards. I wrote him in another story doing that too.

Heh. What I meant was actually that Felix would start winning all the games now because he can count cards! Drunk Baltar and Kara would end up all naked, while Felix could smirk at them smugly. ;)

(I admit I don't get the whole counting cards thing... I don't play poker but I play local card games, and with those it's all common and expected that you'd count cards- everybody is supposed to be doing it. I see that it's different with poker but I don't know why. More cards, maybe? No clue! I remain a bit vague on all that. :))

It's good to hear it's actually keeping you busy. I know last time we talked about it, you said you were finding it hard to not run out of things to do while you waited for your professors to catch up with you. :)

Yup, now I have more to do than I can handle. :) I'm currently writing a very long and complex introduction wherein I try to give a minimum amount of necessary knowledge about history and law and obscure theoretical concepts, and I'm busy with that all day. But at least I have something to write about now!

Date: 2009-06-13 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
HEE! Clearly, if Felix had more self-confidence, he would have proposed the strip Triad and totally taken them for a ride, ending with them naked, yes. :) But of course, Felix wants to end up naked with them too, not just smirk smugly. He wants to be part of the action!

To be honest, I don't get the counting cards thing either. I think in our culture, it comes from it being common knowledge that casinos reserve the right to kick you off their card tables if they are even reasonably sure that you're counting cards. I've never thought it was fair, but they can do whatever they want, it's a private business. There's some odd sense of supposed fair play about it, I guess, in our culture, where it's thought to be unsportsmanlike to have any kind of knowledge that the other players might not, even if it's knowledge gained only by your hard work and brain power?

Good luck with your introduction!

Date: 2009-06-12 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] falafel-musings.livejournal.com
Your drabbles are the longest drabbles I've seen. But it's great to see these were ficlet-sized since there are some really interesting (and delicious ideas here). I really enjoyed the Triad game with Baltar, Gaeta and Starbuck, back in the good old days before they all grew to hate each other. I still love the fanon that Gaeta counts cards, even when drunk. Little Felix wanting to jump was adorable. Somebody wrap that child up in cotton wool and never let him leave the house! I can't help wondering what his prophecy was...

But what I really liked was the style of these. How it always seemed like you were only telling a small part of a larger story. So much before and after that can be implied or imagined!

Date: 2009-06-12 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Aw, thanks for reading, even though I know you've kind of left the fandom!

And yeah, LOL, my fic terminology sucks. I guess these were really ficlets, weren't they?

I loved the Triad game one too, but honestly, I just kind of lost my will on the porn part and it stalled out right about there. I knew it would need to be excessively porny, and at the time, I just couldn't get my energy up for another threesome. Plus, the Baltar/Gaeta dynamic is so powerful for me, I knew I'd end up leaving Starbuck out without meaning to once the porn got started. :)

Ah, Felix's prophecy. I was going to make it ominous, I know that much. I think the Oracle was going to get a vision of the Apocalypse she didn't quite understand, actually, and it was going to really freak her out. Something like him very much alive at the center of a whole lot of dead people engulfed in fire. It was going to trigger all sorts of other major stuff in the story, and was going to turn out to be a rather dark fic, actually. Really, he shouldn't go get that prophecy. It goes all downhill from there.

Again, thanks for commenting on these!
Edited Date: 2009-06-13 06:59 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-13 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] falafel-musings.livejournal.com
Part of me doesn't really want to leave the fandom. But I'm finding Gaeta isn't very accepted in the general BSG fandom anymore and Gaeta fandom is going through trends that aren't to my taste. A lot of recent Gaeta fics feel like a Gaeta spin-off series where characters like Hoshi and Narcho are made into major characters. It feels like people are taking Gaeta and putting him in their own fanon universe. I want to see more Gaeta fic in BSG canon with established BSG characters. These fics fit the bill. They felt very subtle and authentic to me.

Date: 2009-06-14 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
I understand that. I think some people dissatisfied with his death have rebelled and put him into their own AU 'verses where he can still be alive and with someone. It's hard to explain, for example, how Baltar can be with Gaeta after the finale, not just because canon says he dead, but also because in canon, Baltar is with Caprica. With Hoshi, there's little conflict, because we haven't seen anything of him until he's made Admiral for 30 seconds, and then he's alone on New Earth. It's easy to slip Felix back into Hoshi's storyline. Narcho is even easier to work with, I suppose, since we have totally nothing on him other than he was in the mutiny.

I'll be curious to see what happens to the Gaeta fandom a year from now. I hope that it'll still be around. I am about to join the [livejournal.com profile] bsg_bigbang challenge with a epically big Baltar/Gaeta story that goes back all the way to Season 3. I hope it'll still seem relevant and worth reading, because Gaeta went through so much since then. But then, see, I think that's another factor that is changing the Gaeta fandom in the direction it's going. It's kind of too bad. But maybe if the Gaeta fandom survives into a long-term fandom, people will start to pick up old threads with established characters again, and do interesting things with them.

Date: 2009-06-12 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daybreak777.livejournal.com
Yay, drabbles! And porn! Wow. I like that you have such backstories for your boys. I certainly don't have so much details for the characters I write about. I really don't so it's easy to believe all you write here.

Felix felt Baltar’s forefinger raise itself up and start making tiny, absent circles on the back of Felix’s neck.
Yay, Katarix! WIP threesome, yay! You and the boys. It was at this moment I knew that Felix would agree to it.

Speaking of WIP threesome the Felix/Sharon/Helo one was cool too! I always knew Felix had a crush on Sharon! And I like the idea that the boy was getting a lot of play on the Demetrius. I hope so. There was so much sweat and . . . arms. :-)

Little boy Felix is great! I love that his mother is a math professor. And yes, I am curious too how he changed from scattered little boy to the guy we saw fixing the soaps while he thought. I hope his father wasn't the one to help him change. Who knows? In my mind, I think young Felix was always a neatnik. All those neat sketches of restaurants shaped like food . . . :-)
Edited Date: 2009-06-12 10:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-12 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading! I'm glad you found them all believable. I was a bit concerned that some of these characterizations might be a little OOC. It was fun to write back stories for the boys, although I wrote them very separately and at very different times.

Katarix was the easiest to write, I think, until oddly, I got to where I knew the porn was to be. It completely stalled out the fic. Honestly, I think part of it might have been because your Katarix porn was so very hot. I couldn't imagine writing something nearly as good!

Hee! Demetrius *was* full of sweat and arms. And tension. Nice to know they found a way to relieve it huh? But aw, not so good that it all ended in tears and amputated legs. I'm pretty sure I wrote this before the leg happened. It's really fucked up in retrospect, though, if this had been the reason Felix had ended up on the Demetrius. I added the last line of that drabble today, actually, with the leg in mind. You know, for bonus irony. :P

You know, Felix's father is the one who helped him change to the neatnik Felix we knew, but not at all in the way you would think. This was intended to be part of a bigger story I might write someday still, who knows? In it, innocent Felix was not going to be so innocent by the end of the day, not by half. And how he responded to the incidents of that day was going to be what caused him to change, in part in response to who his father wants him to be. Sorry to be all mysterious, but I might still one day write it.

Date: 2009-06-12 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daybreak777.livejournal.com
Honestly, I think part of it might have been because your Katarix porn was so very hot. I couldn't imagine writing something nearly as good!
I can imagine! It's called, Lab Experiment. I'm just trying to keep up with you! Hee!

Sorry to be all mysterious, but I might still one day write it.
No problem. If you ever write that story, I will be very curious to see it!

Date: 2009-06-13 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-crow.livejournal.com
Too cute! All of them really. Even the strip triad was adorable.

For some reason, Gaius's first time has always been really interesting to me, more so than for any other characters I've written about. I think that's because sex is so important to him, and it did clearly set some sort of precedent he followed later on. I think the powerful older woman is a spot-on theory.

Date: 2009-06-13 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading!

Yeah, I know what you mean about Gaius' first time, and I think you've totally hit upon the reason for both of us. Sex is this thing he turns to define himself, as well as a crutch to boost his ego and relieve stress, so it's very important to him.

The iconic nature of Head!Six has long been an indicator to me that Gaius has always had a very clearly preferred type of woman, even though he insists that "they're all my type." I think there had to be some defining experience for him that as you say, set some precedent for him. What's interesting then is that he doesn't seem to have a physical type so much as an emotional type - powerful women who are either a bit older, or maybe at least read that way because they have no qualms about ordering him around. :)

Glad you liked.

Date: 2009-06-13 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-crow.livejournal.com
I've realized that's why I love Gaius above all the other characters. I'm always drawn to characters who have that attitude about sex for some reason, and Gaius is sort of a new thing for me because most shows have to hide that a little bit about the character, or wrap him up in a different package. I can think of other sexual men in different fandoms, but they're usually... not exactly Gaius, anyway.

I don't know, though. Looking at his behavior during the cult period, he likes a very particularly defined 'powerful.' Paulla doesn't interest him at all, even though she flirts with him at first (in ways I would have thought he'd respond to- her shaving him is totally kinky.) Tracey Anne manages to seduce him by physically directing him to touch her. It scares him when Tory goes too far into dominant. I think he wants more of a mother figure, someone who will boss him around and comfort him afterward. Head!Six certainly seems to freak him out until he realizes how much she helps him.

Just thinking out loud.

Date: 2009-06-14 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
I can think of other sexual men in different fandoms, but they're usually... not exactly Gaius, anyway.

Yes, I think this kind of contradiction in Gaius is one of the things that makes him an intriguing character for me. He's a inveterate sex hound, and yet he's not a macho man at all, and doesn't want to be, the way most characters like this would be written. I think Gaius would find that image kind of repulsive, actually. It's so interesting. He really reads to me as someone who grew up with a very strong female influence in his life, and so has trouble with the idea that he might be demeaning women with the way he treats them, because he knows better. Yet he has this contradictory need to use sex and sexual conquest to satisfy many of his most id-based, self-centered emotional issues.

I think you're totally right on with the mother-figure thing, and that comfort afterwards is key (c.f. his own admission in BOTS that he's a sucker for people willing to make him feel better, as much as he hates himself for it.) And yes, this is why Paulla and Tory are problematic love interests for Gaius, I think. They're not interested in comforting him at all. Tracey Anne at least seems to want to make him feel good, even if she isn't powerful, which probably explains why she practically has to draw him a road map, but he finally does fall into bed with her.

Heh, I could talk about this thread all day, it seems!

Date: 2009-06-13 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lorrainemarker.livejournal.com
Very enjoyable. Felix and threesomes just works so well ;) Both of yours were very hot. I loved the little details Gaius' fingers lingering on Felix's neck during the strip triad ficlet, Helo's eyes sparking approval during the Demetrius ficlet. Little descriptive bits that added to the feel of the stories.

It's so interesting how differently people see Felix's background. I like your back story and would be very interested to see where it goes.

Gaius' first time is great. It seems clear that he has a type, that he prefers being ordered around, and that he's in complete denial of both in the series. Your fic really set up that preference beautifully.

Date: 2009-06-14 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Thanks very much for your comment! You remind me that I need to go back and finish your Gaeta/Tigh fic. The chapters came so fast, I got impossibly behind, but I was really liking the fic.

Felix and threesomes, ahh....You're right, I don't know why he works so well with them. Perhaps because I love the idea that he's appealing to not just one person, but two people at a time. ;)

Thanks about the Gaeta childhood fic. Despite what I said in my post about these being doomed to ficlet-dom, I actually do reserve the right to finish that one, and it's nice to hear that people would be interested in it being expanded.

Heh, Gaius is in total denial. I'm glad you think that the fic set up his sexual preferences, for that was entirely the intention. :)

Date: 2009-06-13 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rebelliousrose.livejournal.com
I always love Felix and Helo, and throwing in Sharon makes me ridiculously happy, but the last one is.....well, it's heartwarming, damn it, and I hate that. I miss Felix.

Date: 2009-06-14 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Oh gods, I miss Felix too. :(

Glad you liked the Helo/Sharon/Felix one. I've kind of always felt like Felix might have once had a thing for Boomer, and the webisodes kind of indirectly confirmed it for me, because I'm convinced that it's part of what attracted him to the Crazy!Eight on New Caprica.

Thanks so much for reading. And taking the time to comment.

Date: 2009-06-14 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rebelliousrose.livejournal.com
See, I TOTALLY agree! Look at Colonial Day, when he and Boomer are dancing and they are both so happy- I think Felix Gaeta would have been so much better for Boomer than Anger Management Issue Guy, and there should be fic.

Date: 2009-06-14 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Yeah, he would have been really great to her. Have you ever read [livejournal.com profile] danniisupernova's multipart Boomer/Gaeta fic, The Woods (http://community.livejournal.com/sprnova_fixxx/15372.html#cutid1)? It asks what would have happened if Boomer took up with Felix after the Chief broke up with her in Season 1. It plays around with the whole Cylon detector thing and the S1 finale in really interesting ways that divert from canon when you suddenly put Boomer and Gaeta into a relationship during Season 1.

Also, if you like them together, I am currently working (sadly, very slowly) on a multi part AU with Boomer/Gaeta on New Caprica. I have posted parts 1 and 2 in my fic journal, but I haven't posted it anywhere else publicly because it's a WIP and I don't want to frustrate people too much with its incompleteness. :)
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Date: 2009-06-24 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millari.livejournal.com
Thanks so much for reading these! You liked the Helo/Sharon/Felix one? :) I'm glad you thought they were a hot threesome. I think Felix definitely had a nagging curiosity about Boomer that he never quite suppressed.

Oh, and I'm glad you felt like Gaius' teacher read like Six. That's totally what I was going for.

Thanks again!
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