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28 September 2008 @ 02:19 pm
Devotion to Good  
Intro: Secrets & Whispers Verse. The first in a series of Baltar/Gaeta missing scenes fics. These stories may be read together or as stand-alone oneshots.
Chapters: 1. Devotion to Good, 2. Return from Kobol, 3. After the Election, 4. The First Intern, 5. Day Zero, 6. A Walk at Midnight, 7. Awaiting the Verdict, 8. Voices in the Mind, (more to follow beyond S4 part one...)
Synopsis: Gaius Baltar starts to reassess his relationship with Lieutenant Gaeta after his young assistant clears him from an allegation of treason. Set immediately after the episode 'Six Degrees of Seperation'.  
Characters: Baltar and Gaeta, with appearences from Six, Boomer, Racetrack and Crashdown.
Rating: PG-13 (mild slash themes, but no sex...yet)
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG and Romo Lampkin will be my lawyer if anyone tries to sue me!
Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who answered my Baltar/Gaeta discussion post. Your answers have fuelled my inspiration for this fic series. Thanks especially to lls_mutant who betaed this for me.  

1. Devotion to Good

It was only a few hours since Gaius Baltar had spoken to God for the first time. Since he had fallen to his knees, praying and whimpering to be delivered from evil, so he might devote the rest of his wretched life to doing good. Oh yes, Gaius hadn’t forgotten his sacred vow just yet. He still fully intended to see it through, even though the Six in his head was already teasing him; insisting that his latest whim would be forgotten before the evening was spent.


But as Gaius stepped from the shuttle craft he felt strangely determined. Yes; from now on he would pledge his every waking moment to doing good turns for others and repenting for his unspeakable failures...


“Or at least that’s what you’ll do until the novelty of your salvation wears off and you find something else to amuse you...” cooed Six, her voice a silky whisper.    


“Hush now,” he coughed, trying to block her voice out his mind.


Gaius had just returned from the Colonial One following his exoneration ceremony. He turned a corner, heading swiftly for the pilot’s mess where he hoped to enjoy a game of triad and a few tumblers of ambrosia before retiring to his quarters. He passed by the entrance of the CIC; consciously slowing his pace. Sure enough Gaius heard the rhythm of sharp orderly footsteps following briskly behind him. He came to halt, folding his arms.


“Doctor?” said the polished little voice.   


Gaius turned to face his assistant, gracing him with a smile.


“Lieutenant Gaeta…” he returned smoothly.


Gaeta’s eyes were brimming with expectation. The young officer always seemed to glow in Gaius’s presence. “I was just wondering what time I should swing by your lab to complete the dictation for your cylon detector report. The Commander says that he wants it finished by the end of the week.”


Gaius pursed his lips, tipping his head to one side. He was considering that if his new vocation was doing good things for others, he really should start with Gaeta. 


“Are you off-duty, Lieutenant?” he asked coyly.


Gaeta’s eyes flicked to his watch. He tapped it with his finger.


Um, well, I have to return to the bridge for the early morning watch, but…I suppose I have a few hours to spare before rack time.”


“Excellent!” Gaius trumpeted. “Those lovely people on Colonial One have treated me to a bottle of ambrosia…compensation for my ghastly ordeal. I thought I might crack it open in the mess over a hand of triads. Would you care to join me, Lieutenant? It seems only fitting since you were my preserver.”


Before Gaeta could dismiss the invitation or check his watch again, Gaius took him by the arm and marched him towards the mess hall. There they found Boomer, Racetrack and Crashdown huddling around a smoky table; counting their chips, squinting over their cards. Boomer glanced over her shoulder.


“Hey!” she smiled. “Look who’s out of the brig…”   


Gaius revelled for a moment in the claps, whoops and shoulder pats that he received as he joined their table. Earlier in the day these same pilots had been scowling at him in the corridors; suspicion and distain flaring in their eyes. But Gaius saw no need to hold any grudges against them now that God was smiling on him again. He put down his cubits, uncorked his ambrosia and treated each of the little freeloaders to a shot.   


“Now, now…” Gaius hushed them, taking off his jacket, “Save your applause for Mr Gaeta here. He was the one who believed in me and cleared my name when the rest of you thugs would’ve seen me flung from the nearest airlock.”


“Yeah.” Crashdown snorted a laugh. “Sorry about that, Doc.” 


“To Gaeta, then…” said Boomer, raising her glass.


They clanked their cups together above the tabletop, toasting his name. If it had been him, Gaius would have taken the opportunity to make a speech, but Gaeta just nodded bashfully and gestured for them to continue with their game. He wasn’t playing a hand himself. He rarely did. Most of the time he would just take out his pocket notebook and dutifully scribble down their scores. It seemed that Gaeta enjoyed the statistics of triad far more so than its bluffs and gambles.

What a quaint and peculiar fellow, Gaius thought, shaking his head.


Gaius had to admit that before now he had found Gaeta to be an exasperating presence. Ever since he had boarded the Galactica the young officer had been a pesky shadow following him through the halls, babbling endlessly about biogenetics and cheerfully reciting their orders for the day. In the lab Gaeta was full of eagerness for a project Gaius was finding sinfully boring. He never thought he would take a liking to the lad, but now he was seeing him in a whole new light. It’s remarkable how you can warm up to someone after they save your life.


Gaius was surreptitiously topping up Gaeta’s tumbler every time he moved his hand away from the brim. The alcohol was slowly loosing him up. Gaeta’s facial muscles, which were so tight and expressionless when he was at work, became elastic and adorable after a few drinks. He began to smile easier; his eyelids grew droopy. Gaius decided he was really rather sweet. He gasped elaborately as Gaeta unfastened the collar and cuffs of his uniform.


“I hope we aren’t corrupting you, Lieutenant?” Gaius teased.     


Gaius offered him a cigarette, which Gaeta fumblingly accepted and sparked up with his military issue lighter. He coughed a little after his first inhale.


“Not at all, Doctor,” Gaeta insisted. “I guess I needed a night off after all this worry over the Godfrey woman and the photograph. The report can wait till tomorrow.”     


Crashdown broke wind at their table, inspiring Racetrack to punch him in the arm and Boomer to howl uproariously. Gaius rolled his eyes and ignored the pilot’s vulgar antics, leaning in closer to speak with Mr Gaeta.


“You need more than one night off, Lieutenant,” he said, waving a finger like a chiding parent. “Honestly. They work you too hard in the CIC. You’re in the prime of your youth and you must try to enjoy yourself, even on this desperate mission of ours. If you don’t, I swear that I will be fearing for your sanity. So while you’re working as my assistant you are under strict orders to have fun every once in a while, is that clear?”


Gaeta gave him a shy appreciative nod. Gaius felt his throat tightening. He was only just realising how much Gaeta reminded him of Adrian. Adrian Bauer, his old lab assistant on Caprica; one of the few people who Gaius could claim he had ever been a good friend to. Adrian was a bright lad with the misfortune of being born on the poor colony of Gemenon. Gaius had been moved by his letters and helped him to acquire his visa, sensing a kindred spirit in the young man. They had worked together for three years before the attacks. As with Gaeta, it had always been a struggle to get Adrian out of the lab and along to social gatherings. The first time Gaius had set Adrian up with a girl the sentimental fool had married her within two months. Yet in a strange way Gaius had envied him. One time he had sulked to Adrian that he would never have a family of his own. In the enduring spirit of friendship Adrian had asked Gaius to be Godfather to his first child. His family were the sweetest people that Gaius had ever known; he never would have done anything to harm them.


Gaius still visited Adrian’s photograph in the halls of remembrance. It was the only one of those pictures that Gaius didn’t feel was glaring at him and blaming him for what had happened. He was surprised how much he missed the man; his helpfulness, his wholesomeness; even his tedious efficiency. And yes, sometimes Gaius liked to believe he really was the great man who dear Adrian had admired so thoroughly.         


Gaius sighed to himself, before fanning his cards on the tabletop.


Prince high red,” he announced. “Yes, I’m terribly sorry. I just can’t help myself...”


The pilots muttered curses under their breath, throwing down their own hands while Gaeta shook his head, marvelling. Gaius quickly collected up his jacket, his bottle and his cubits, deciding not to push his luck any further...well, with the cards at least.


“Thank you for a profitable evening, as always,” Gaius smirked, pocketing his coins. “Now if you’ll excuse us, Mr Gaeta and I have some important top secret cylon detector business to discuss. Shall we, Lieutenant?”


Gaeta cast a haughty glance at the table as if he was expecting the pilots to be jealous of his confidences with the famed Doctor Gaius Baltar. Crashdown snorted and Boomer yawned while Racetrack was already reshuffling the deck. Gaius had been toying with the idea of getting Gaeta laid tonight, but he wasn’t sure that either of the girls would care for him. Besides, it had hardly escaped his notice that Gaeta only had eyes for one person at their table. Gaius had suspected for a while now that his young assistant’s interest in him went beyond friendship and scientific aspirations. It went without saying that Gaius did not return his affections in the same way, but still…he didn’t mind courting them, if only for tonight.


“Technically speaking, they’re not robots,” Gaius rambled as he and Gaeta walked the halls together. “If they were, then we could screen our cylons with the simple use of a metal detector. No, from what I can glean their race is almost entirely organic. Their brains are their control centres, their veins are their circuitry and their hearts pump blood the same as our own. I ask you, Mr Gaeta; aren’t we all organic machines? Well now, we insist the cylons are different; they are programmed killers...as if our own military aren't conditioned in their minds and bodies to perform much the same brute tasks…”


Gaius was certain there was an intelligent lecture somewhere in this rant. It was slurred by the alcohol he had consumed, but Gaeta was still hanging off his every word. He decided that he would be better off lightening the tone.


“Your friend, Dualla…she could be a cylon agent.”


Gaeta frowned, his brow creasing, not realising that he was being mocked. “Doctor, I…I’ve worked with Dee for over two years. I can’t see that…”


“It’s her eyes,” Gaius explained with a sly wink. “They’re too green. She doesn’t blink often enough.”


Gaeta exhaled, shaking his head. It seemed he was slowly falling in with Gaius’s odd sense of humour or simply allowing for his eccentricities. He came to a sudden halt in the corridor, gesturing to a large metal door. 


“These are my quarters, Doctor...” he said.


“Ah…right…” Gaius returned, nodding. “I don’t suppose you would be interested in…in coming back to my room for a night cap?”


Gaius waved the unfinished bottle of ambrosia at him, temptingly. He really had no idea what he was planning to do with Lieutenant Gaeta once he got him back to his quarters. He would do good things, he expected. He was a novice to this redemption business, but his instincts and desires were steering him in this direction. Gaeta blinked in surprise and then winced, looking down at his watch again.


“I...I really must be hitting my rack, Doctor,” he insisted. “I’ve an early watch tomorrow, there’s the next jump to calculate, I really need to…”


“Yes, I understand...duty calls!” said Gaius, still nodding. “Well, I’ll just pop in for a drink in your room instead then. That’s no trouble is it, Lieutenant?”   


Gaius didn’t wait for a response, but turned the wheel and pushed open the hatch. He deflated a little as he found himself in a cramped dormitory room with some dozen bunks imbedded in the walls and nothing for privacy but a set of thin black curtains. He had forgotten that the junior officers had no private berths. Two young crewmen were already sleeping in their racks, so Gaeta indicated for him to keep his voice down. Gaius politely turned his back while Gaeta slipped out of his uniform.


His eyes scanned the bunk space beside Gaeta’s locker. The bed sheets were immaculately clean and smoothed. The surrounding walls were bare of posters. The shelves just above the pillows were neatly stacked with books; tech manuals, navigation charts and study guides in Biogenetics; many of which contained Gaius’s own essays. Aside from his reading materials, there was a single framed photograph of a middle-aged couple. His parents, Gaius decided. There were no other personal affects. A copperplate tag under the bunk told Gaius the Lieutenant’s first name was Felix.       


“Is there anything else, Doctor…?”


He turned to see Gaeta stripped to his vest and shorts, looking ready to turn in for the night. Out of his uniform his body was smooth and trim. The room's shadows fell into the soft angles of his face. He was handsome in a curious way. Gaius took a breath and glanced over to his left. Six was reclining on one of the empty racks, smiling lasciviously and stroking a finger over her red skirts. Evidently she was intrigued to see how far he went with this.


“Go ahead, Gaius…” she purred, fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to watch…”


Gaius shook his head, ignoring her and forcing a smile.


“I really am…very grateful to you for rerunning those security checks,” he repeated in an earnest whisper. “I owe my life and my reputation to you, Mr Gaeta. If there is anything that I could do for you in return, then…”


Gaius inclined his eyes to the bunk. Gaeta followed his stare, his face pinched with confusion. Six was giggling at them from across the room.


Oh, you noticed my books…” said Gaeta, misreading the glance. He lowered his head, flushing with embarrassment. “Well, I guess if we were back on Caprica I might have asked you to autograph them for me...” He shuffled, awkwardly. “I suppose that…it’s fairly obvious that I…I’ve always admired your work, Doctor Baltar. It’s enough of an honour to be working alongside you. Back when I was in college I never would’ve dreamed of having such an opportunity. It…it’s the one good thing that’s happened for me.”


Gaeta raised his head, looking for a response, maybe fearing that he had said too much. Gaius swallowed. It seemed that the lieutenant’s feelings for him were mostly hero-worship mixed in with a hint of a boyish crush. His vanity had led him onto other assumptions and, well, there had been nobody else for him to seduce while Lieutenant Thrace was still confined to sickbay. Gaius quickly worked to amend his intentions.           


“Come now...” he soothed. “This idolatry has to cease, Mr Gaeta. We’re colleagues as far as I’m concerned. What’s more, you are my friend. In fact, I think that today has established you’re the only true friend I have in this fleet...”


His words had started out as flattery and reassurances, but Gaius felt a wincing in his heart as he realised the truth of this last statement. Gaeta was indeed the only friend he had now; the only one who existed outside his visions and delusions. He realised that he had wanted to secure Gaeta’s friendship and his loyalty. Even whilst trying to fulfil his holy vow he was slipping into his old selfish ways. But he still wanted to do something good for Gaeta. Maybe he had already done it? Gaeta’s eyes were full of stars for him. Adrian lived again in those eyes.


“I’ll say goodnight then, Lieutenant…” Gaius concluded with a nod, patting his arm and turning towards the door. “See you again tomorrow, I expect…”   

 2. Return from Kobol
Current Mood: mellowmellow
troviatrovia on September 28th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
Awww, Baltar on a mission. He's scary when he's determined. Cheerfully trampling over all the pretty flowers while chasing that one butterfly.

His words had started out as reassurances and flattery, but Gaius felt a wincing in his heart as he realised the truth of this last statement.

He would, wouldn't he? He'd stumble upon realisations by talking and talking and accidently getting it right. Bet he works like that. Trying and trying around in his head until he hits on something that works. Probably can't stop himself from doing it, too, and rambles on mentally forever. Six must be awfully distracting in that regard. Stealing poor Baltar's thunder. ;)

I'm still very much in love with your Felix, ready to go along, but please only as long as it doesn't interfere with duty. And so not getting that Baltar is trying to flirt. Well, I guess for him, it's completely out of left field. Why should Baltar be starting now, after all.

Since I'm being in math mode from writing a ficlet...

there’s the jump preps to calculate

... I doubt you can calculate preps. Just jumps :).

Anyway, I think this is a great beginning and I'm curious about how you'll go on. The information on Adrian was maybe a bit TMI, though. That would've worked better if you'd delivered it implicitely. However, that doesn't change that it's a great story. :)
falafel_musings: BSGfalafel_musings on September 28th, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading!

Cheerfully trampling over all the pretty flowers while chasing that one butterfly.

Oh dear, that is scarily true evocation of Gaius's nature when he lusts for glory. And yes, he does tend to spew his thoughts in a stream of consciousness until he comes to a revelation.

*Sigh* Felix was such a naive sensible lad at this time. Thanks so much for the little correction (I do NOT have a maths/science brain, so writing Baltar and Gaeta is very tricky in this respect). I agree, I probably went overboard with the Adrian reflection. I just always liked that outburst from Gaius about his old lab assistant. Thanks for the concrit! Always valuable to me.
troviatrovia on September 28th, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
I do NOT have a maths/science brain, so writing Baltar and Gaeta is very tricky in this respect

I'd be glad to help if you ever have a problem there. Not that I'm a pro or anything, but I know the basics. Bits about computer programming, too. Also, coming from the cheery land of academia.
falafel_musings: Hobbits 2falafel_musings on September 29th, 2008 10:19 am (UTC)
Thanks for the offer! I'll keep it in mind.
lls_mutant: BSG Baltarlls_mutant on September 28th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
::grin:: I really, really enjoyed this, but you know that. My favorite part is still the connection to Adrian, and how once Baltar makes that connection he has such a human longing for a connection to Gaeta. I really like that aspect of it- it touches on a part of Baltar that we see hints of in canon, but Baltar keeps pretty hidden, even from himself sometimes.

Gaeta's right on as well. A little cringe-worthy to me, but in the exact same way Season 1 Gaeta was :) (He really was quite the puppy dog.)

And Six is a total slasher :) I love her.

One minor beta thing I missed: private births should be berths.
falafel_musings: funny iconfalafel_musings on September 28th, 2008 08:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks again for the beta. It helped me focus on which parts needed to be trimmed down and what could be fleshed out in my edit.

As Millari said the Adrian speech could be bullshit, but it is more interesting if it's genuine. I think with all Roslins intimidation and scare tactics, Baltar probably would scream out the truth; there were people who died in the attacks that Baltar himself cared about. He never intended.

Gaeta is very wince-inducing in S1. "I just knew you could never have had anything to do with that attack". Poor Felix.

*palms face* My stupid spelling...
Sabbath: Squee!millari on September 28th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so very excited to see this! I shall return later tonight or tomorrow to read it in full. Hurrah to you for getting it done!
falafel_musings: Heroesfalafel_musings on September 28th, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC)
Hope you like it *points to chapter list* Only seven more parts to go...
ebuchala: earlyfgcuebuchala on September 28th, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
Nice start and, oh, Gaeta was quite the eager beaver back then, wasn't he?

His family were the sweetest people Gaius had ever known; he never would have done anything to harm them.
This is so exactly perfect for Baltar--he always was good at disassociating himself from his wrong-doing. That he could so easily think about how he would never have done them harm and yet he happily sold out the Colonials for good sex with Six.

Evidently she was curious to see how far he went with this.
I like how you used Six to, in a way, take on the reader's perspective in wondering how far he'd be willing to go, especially in light of some of the discussions about Baltar's orientation on gaeta_squee. Her comment about liking to watch was exactly the type of thing she did on the show back then, goading him into doing something potentially embarrassing/dangerous/wrong by taunting him.

Nice job. Seven more parts, huh?
falafel_musings: BSGfalafel_musings on September 29th, 2008 08:41 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading this! Given that it is Gaius-centric I wouldn't have blamed you for avoiding it. It means a lot to me that you checked it out.

I think disassociation is the main thing Baltar does to protect his fragile ego from overwhelming guilt. He reassures himself that he never intended to hurt people; therefore he can't be responsible, therefore he must be innocent *phew!*.

S1 Six seemed to enjoy playing spectator to Gaius's other relationships. It wasn't until Gina that she got jealous. With Gaeta I remember Six teasing "You have a friend!" like Baltar having a little fanboy really amused her.

Yup, just 7 more to go *shakes head*
cylune: {BSG:Occupation} Felix is the sourcecylune9 on September 28th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
It's a little heart-breaking to see little naive, hero-worshiping Gaeta at work here. Wonderful insight about both characters and their motivations.

I'm a sucker for backstory and therefore I loved the Adrian bits.

Loved it! I'm really eager to read the other installments!
falafel_musings: BSG5falafel_musings on September 29th, 2008 08:52 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading, lune! Poor little S1 Gaeta is just a tragedy waiting to happen, right? I'm glad you liked the Adrian story. It was millari who pointed out to me that Baltar claimed to have had a close relationship with his previous lab assistant.
pacejunkie: nice Gauispacejunkie on September 29th, 2008 12:50 am (UTC)
These fics will be a great companion to my rewatch. I'm still in the hero worship period early season two. That Felix would go from admiring Baltar and protecting him to attempting to murder him with his bare hands and then purjure himself in hopes of bringing about Gauis' death, well, it's just quite an interesting character arc and a very tragic story for Felix. This was very natural and fit right into canon. Great job. And I love how Gauis strokes his own ego in his head as he considers himself now devoted to good deeds.
falafel_musings: BSG2falafel_musings on September 29th, 2008 08:46 am (UTC)
That Felix would go from admiring Baltar and protecting him to attempting to murder him with his bare hands and then purjure himself in hopes of bringing about Gauis' death, well, it's just quite an interesting character arc and a very tragic story for Felix.

Or as I would say...it must be love! (love, love...)

I'm hoping all my pieces will slip into canon in a believable way and show the slow breakdown of their relationship. I'm writing it all as Gaius POV with lots of little Baltar/Six moments along the way (cos you can't write for Baltar and leave out Six!) Hope you like the upcoming chapters.
e.: sexy baltarblue_crow on September 30th, 2008 02:11 pm (UTC)
So sweet. I love the tension between Gaeta's possible wants and Gaius's imagination of what he wants and how the attempt at seduction turns to something that endears Gaeta to him even more so. That's part of something that's so cute about how Gaeta appears early on (I have some suspicion he gets a bit more catlike after the tattoo makes its appearance and the first name is chosen, but I'm not sure on that- just my guess that Alessandro Juliani had more to work with.)

Also I approve of Gaius's instincts to do "good things" for Gaeta being so selfish, though not mean. I'm eagerly awaiting the rest of these.
falafel_musings: BSG2falafel_musings on September 30th, 2008 09:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I really wanted this first chapter to be cute, because, well...it all goes downhill from here! But rewatching 'Six Degrees' with that toilet scene and the hug scene, there was something sweet between them in the beginning.

Yes, I agree that Gaeta does get more catty/confident going into S2. And 'selfish, but not mean' is the way Gaius IS in my view. I don't think he can escape his selfish nature, but he doesn't have nasty intentions.
Sabbath: Earnest Gaetamillari on October 3rd, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Sorry I'm taking so long to get back to comment! RL has totally been kicking my ass lately.

“Or at least that’s what you’ll do until the novelty of your salvation wears off and you find something else to amuse you...” cooed Six, her voice a silky whisper.

I love the description of Gaeta's footsteps and his "polished little voice". Very apt, and yet very how Baltar would think of it. And generally, I love your descriptions of how adorably efficient and worshipful Gaeta is around Baltar. You really capture Season 1 Gaeta very well here.

Oh, and I enjoy the detail of Baltar making sure to give Gaeta credit for being the only one who believed in him. And that he wants Gaeta's friendship, even if he didn't realize it. Gaius really does tend to get sentimental around people who save his life, and it does make sense to me that he would turn his half-baked desire to "do good" onto an easy target like Gaeta. After all, he had to know that Gaeta would appreciate any scraps he threw his way. Baltar is always looking for the easy way out, even when he truly means well. His "we're all perfect speech" is a perfect example of that.

Gaeta's cluelessness is totally adorable. I like the idea that he is so in awe of Baltar that he doesn't even think he has a shot with him, and so totally misses the signs that Baltar is flirting with him. What's interesting is that even though this story is from Baltar's POV, it sometimes feels like he's a stand-in for the reader viewing Gaeta. Baltar's reaction to Gaeta's sweetness is a lot like mine reading this.

Finally, I *loved* the Adrian story, and what it said about Baltar, that he's consciously chosen a selfish life and he's more or less satisfied with that, but then every once in a while, he gets a glimpse of what it would be like to reap the benefits of being a more giving person, and he gets a bit misty thinking about the possibilities; then he goes back to being Baltar. It's quite appropriate that he would be thinking of Adrian just now, when he's thinking about doing good. I also like the idea that he visits Adrian's picture once in a while, (it slides in nicely with canon, actually, because the odds of him noticing that picture amidst all those thousands of pictures on the Memorial Wall - in a moment of panic, no less - otherwise seem astronomical). And I like the idea that he
can't quite begrudge the Adrians and Gaetas of the world their goodhearted, inconsequential lives.

Adrian lived again in those eyes.
Btw, appropos of nothing, this line, and where you chose to put it, totally gutted me.

I can't wait to see what you do with Chapter 2.
falafel_musings: BSGfalafel_musings on October 4th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Don't worry! RL is kicking my ass too. I'm always happy to wait for your comments. They are so thoughtful and delicious.

You're right that Baltar gets very sentimental over people saving his life, much like he thinks other people (like Laura Roslin) should be eternally grateful if he saves their life. And yes, when Gaius casually decides to become a do-gooder he knows that Felix is easy to please. It's the easiest box to tick. He was so lazy and self-indulgent in S1.

I really wanted to write this series with a Baltar POV just because most of the Gaius/Felix fics I read have Gaeta POV. I thought Baltars perspective might give it freshness. He is also the more emotionally perceptive of the two of them, so you can portray Felix's emotions just as well through Baltars eyes.

*squee!* So happy you liked the Adrian story. Thanks for giving me the inspiration. Like you I think that the Adrian moment is sincere. Baltar would have been too shook up and exhausted to think up a detailed lie in that moment. If it was the truth he must have visited Adrians picture a lot to know exactly where it was. And yes, I do think on rare occasions Gaius might yearn for a more wholesome life than his own. He has moments when he wants to be good, but he knows the Gaetas/Adrians have goodness in their nature where he lacks it.

Chapter 2 should be posted tomorrow! Also if you've not read lls_mutants 'Youths Final Luxury' yet, I'd rec adding it to your to-read list. It's long but I think you'd love it.
Sabbath: Baltar_Head_Cockedmillari on October 5th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
That's a really good point about the flipside of Baltar's sentimentality over people saving his life. He gets awfully outraged when Roslin doesn't appreciate him saving her life. I swear he's bitterly mentioned it more than once.

You know, I thought of that while I was reading this. Baltar/Gaeta stories hardly ever are from Baltar's point of view. I wonder why that is. I do like that aspect of your story.

I think you're right. Baltar knows that he lacks the force of will to be good when it's not easy.

I can't wait for Chapter 2!
prophetkristy: Felix Gaeta is loveprophetkristy on October 5th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
(how did I miss this one the first time 'round?) This is lovely! Awww, poor Felix, you really were the smitten eager beaver, weren't you? Your characterizations are great (even Head!Six! hee!) and I love that they actually toasted to Gaeta. That's Baltar turning over a new leaf right there; actually giving credit to someone else. Not that this stops me from shaking my fist at him for breaking Felix's heart!
falafel_musings: BSGfalafel_musings on October 6th, 2008 08:43 am (UTC)
Don't stop shaking your fist just yet! I'm afraid Six was right and Baltars good intentions won't last very long.
Kaja: squeekajam on October 5th, 2008 07:21 pm (UTC)
Aww, that was lovely, cappy! I had a huge grin on my face when poor innocent and naive Gaeta totally didn't get Baltar's hint. I also love how you always manage to bring in some other, minor characters like Adrian in this story.

By the way, I'm sorry I missed so many of your stories. Catching up with them tonight ;)
falafel_musings: BSG3falafel_musings on October 6th, 2008 08:45 am (UTC)
*smiles at Charlie squeeing* Too cute...

Thanks Kaja! Don't worry at all about late comments. I hope your enjoying your newfound freedom! Glad you liked this part.