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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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"What?" She blinked, and stared at him. "I'm- I'm fifteen, my lord." Her brows furrowed. "Why?"
She said it more sharply than she had intended, but she couldn't not.
And then she just kept going, because- because this was very difficult for her to process, because this all was so difficult for her to process. "What in the gods' names are you looking at?" Because it wasn't her, because it was air, and she was so tired of not being able to know what was going on.
Her face paled at her own outburst. "Beg pardon. I- It has been... difficult. You just- Is there something there I cannot see? There are so many things I do not understand, and I don't know what to do. Forgive me."
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Fifteen, he thinks.
"Um, no," he says, "I just have a tendency to stare out into space while I work." A beat. "I talk to myself sometimes, too; helps me to sort my thoughts together."
A small, forced smile. He'd go on about how such eccentricies were normally the hallmark of genius, but he's feeling a little embarrassed now and he wants to cut loose. Rambling on about the many ways in which he is amazing will not bring them to the quick conclusion he's hoping for.
"I should, ah," he turns back around to his papers and begins to line them up. "Get back to work," he supplies. "Analysis of the current samples is going to take some time."
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"Of course," she said quietly. "Well, if I can be of any assistance - I mean, I hardly know what exactly it is that I would do, but since there is nothing to do here-" She rolled one shoulder up into a shrug. "It seems that I am learning."
She nodded to him once, then took a step back, fully capable of seeing herself out.