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edge_of_forever2012-04-11 10:27 am
nomoremrnicegaius) wrote in edge_of_forever2012-04-11 10:27 am
Blood Work [Open]
Gaius Baltar is standing in the science labs of the third floor of the Prosperina, eye pressed against the eyepiece lens. This felt so familiar to Gaius; in a way, it was almost disconcerting. What was that phrase that Six liked to use? 'All this has happened before, and all this will happen again', was it? It certainly seemed to be the case now. Mostly, anyway. Instead of being surrounded by thousands of blood samples all in need of testing for Cylon pathogens, he was surrounded by four in need of just simple investigation.
One from him, one from Julien, one from someone he hadn't yet had the opportunity to meet, and one from the Commander.
Only one woman aboard the station had deigned to pay a visit to the science labs, and it had to be her of all people. What Gaius wanted was someone young and pretty like the girls he slept with on Caprica. Someone who would think he was all charm and intelligence. Someone who thought he was utterly irresistible.
And the Commander it seemed, had developed an immunity to his charms. In fact, she didn't seem to like him at all. And that alone Gaius couldn't stand; he didn't like the thought of anyone disliking him. Even Shepard.
"Cubit for your thoughts, Gaius." Gaius jerks up quite suddenly to find Six sitting there on the countertop next to him. She's quite lovely, in that red dress that he really loved. The one that seemed to hug every inch of her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
"When did you get here?" he asks her, though it comes out as more of a demand than a question.
"Just a second ago." Six smiles. "Are you going to answer my question?"
Gaius runs a hand over his sweatshirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He'd feel more comfortable in a suit -- or if that weren't possible, a lab coat would probably do. But unfortunately, the ship had not seen it fit to outfit them appropriately.
Or at least not him. The rest of the space station's denizens could feel just at home in this kind of clothing, for all he knew.
"I was thinking about women," he says, finally. "The only one I've seen since I've cooped myself up in this lab is Shepard and frankly, she left a great deal to be desired." He peers through the eyepiece again and frowns down at a sample of her bloodwork. It sits on a microscope slide, bound to the stage with a set of stage clips.
Six pushes herself out the counter and steps towards him. She leans over him, breasts pressed against his back. Gaius briefly recalls the last time the two of them fooled around in a science lab, and remembers Kara Thrace walking in right in the middle of it.
Any desire he might have felt was killed with that very thought.
"Learn anything new about women by examining their blood?" she asks, her lips so close to his ear that she can feel the warmth of her breath there on his lobe.
"Abnormalities," he answers, somehow managing to squelch his newly-resurrected desire, however barely. "But I've seen a lot of abnormalities from the samples I've taken thusfar. I'll need more samples before I can draw any definitive conclusions."
He's both thankful and remorseful when Six decides to pull away a second later. "Well, then," she says. "I'll leave you to your work."
And in a blink of an eye, Six is gone again, leaving Gaius standing there, wishing very much that he was in some other place -- some private place, rather -- alone and with Six.
One from him, one from Julien, one from someone he hadn't yet had the opportunity to meet, and one from the Commander.
Only one woman aboard the station had deigned to pay a visit to the science labs, and it had to be her of all people. What Gaius wanted was someone young and pretty like the girls he slept with on Caprica. Someone who would think he was all charm and intelligence. Someone who thought he was utterly irresistible.
And the Commander it seemed, had developed an immunity to his charms. In fact, she didn't seem to like him at all. And that alone Gaius couldn't stand; he didn't like the thought of anyone disliking him. Even Shepard.
"Cubit for your thoughts, Gaius." Gaius jerks up quite suddenly to find Six sitting there on the countertop next to him. She's quite lovely, in that red dress that he really loved. The one that seemed to hug every inch of her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
"When did you get here?" he asks her, though it comes out as more of a demand than a question.
"Just a second ago." Six smiles. "Are you going to answer my question?"
Gaius runs a hand over his sweatshirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He'd feel more comfortable in a suit -- or if that weren't possible, a lab coat would probably do. But unfortunately, the ship had not seen it fit to outfit them appropriately.
Or at least not him. The rest of the space station's denizens could feel just at home in this kind of clothing, for all he knew.
"I was thinking about women," he says, finally. "The only one I've seen since I've cooped myself up in this lab is Shepard and frankly, she left a great deal to be desired." He peers through the eyepiece again and frowns down at a sample of her bloodwork. It sits on a microscope slide, bound to the stage with a set of stage clips.
Six pushes herself out the counter and steps towards him. She leans over him, breasts pressed against his back. Gaius briefly recalls the last time the two of them fooled around in a science lab, and remembers Kara Thrace walking in right in the middle of it.
Any desire he might have felt was killed with that very thought.
"Learn anything new about women by examining their blood?" she asks, her lips so close to his ear that she can feel the warmth of her breath there on his lobe.
"Abnormalities," he answers, somehow managing to squelch his newly-resurrected desire, however barely. "But I've seen a lot of abnormalities from the samples I've taken thusfar. I'll need more samples before I can draw any definitive conclusions."
He's both thankful and remorseful when Six decides to pull away a second later. "Well, then," she says. "I'll leave you to your work."
And in a blink of an eye, Six is gone again, leaving Gaius standing there, wishing very much that he was in some other place -- some private place, rather -- alone and with Six.
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"Silly," Klaus echoes, with faintly amused confusion, because he would have used the word crazy right about now. Or maybe not, who knew. If vampires, werewolves and ghosts existed, who knew what else might in other universes, that Klaus might not be able to perceive? "Is there someone else here with us, doctor?"
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"But really, I meant what I said earlier," he says, hoping to cut this conversation short. "I should really get back to my work. I'm sure there are many others who are just as anxious as you to see the product of our research."
He tugs the slide from the grasp of the stage clips, then replaces it with a slide sample of his own. "We'll talk again soon," he says, glancing up just long enough to flash Klaus what he hopes is a charming smile. "I hope."
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"Good luck on your research, doctor," he tells Gaius, still smiling, still charming right back at him, and heads out of the laboratory, whistling an old Beatles song.
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