The continuation of 'Return' found here actually.

And I can't get past this one line:

Killing Leoben lost its significance after the twelfth time.

I wrote beyond it, I mean that I keep re-reading it. Huh.

Cos all I can recall from my dreams last night was the phrase: What makes you think I'm a bottom? You can all speculate where that came from.

Title: Taking Over (2/?)
Characters: Dee/Gaeta/Kara
Prompt: I own you
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: Gaeta makes plans with the help of Dee to fix Starbuck.
Notes: Written for 10_cliche_fics. And it's supposed to be funny or satirical. Light. Or something.

( Just a little air )

Rummaging through some notebooks that were spared from the fire, I came across a drabble. Can't remember if it was for my NaNo piece or the beginning of a BSG fic. 


Cold. Bitterly. Rain pelts down on the grey tent. One, two, three, four. Each harder than the last. Echoes of the splatter bring a chill; they seem to overlap the previous. Wavy demarcations slide down the bented ceiling. The puddles cooling, forming a slick film of ice along the edges.

Clouds. Clouding the view from below. Skies the color of impending death on the face of a fallen soldier; ashen.  Dark, unseemly. Uncertain. Continuous rain. Cacophony of ticks. Two at a time. Three. Pops. Popping. Pounding on the fabric. Knocks like an urgent call.

I claimed Dee/Gaeta/Kara at 10_cliche_fics .

( Here's my table(now with explanations): )

Characters: Gaeta, Dee/Billy, Tigh
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Summary: Gaeta is irritated.
Note: Pardonnez-moi, written while temporarily distracted by office McDreamy.



Felix disliked Billy Keikeya.  Only, it wasn't that he didn't like him; he loathed him.

Any sane person would be able to name what sent them into revulsion about a person.  Felix, however could not.

Nevertheless, every time the president's aide entered the CIC under the pretext of requiring some technical communications expertise from Dee, Felix eyed him with much scrutiny.  This time, he groaned quite audibly.

"Gaeta," Colonel Tigh shouted.

He blinked and refocused his attention on the handful of reports his superior offered him.

As Billy sauntered off, done with the Officer Dualla, Tigh leaned over toward Felix.  "I can't stand that kid."

This crawled its way out of me yesterday. I dunno if it makes sense or whatever but it begged to be written. The two parts are supposed to go together but maybe they should be separate. Translation: methinks this is poorly written fic. Either way, it's un-beta'd.

Characters: Dee, Gaeta
Spoilers: None; set somewhere in Season Two
Rating: G
Summary: Gaeta observes too much.
Note: What the Hell was I thinking?

( drabble on )