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Date: 4/14/05
Series:
Rating: K+
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Pairing: Gaeta/Baltar
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Summary: continuation of 'Sleep'
Spoilers/Disclaimers: None
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"CIC, Watch Officer, Lt. Gaeta speaking," he said picking up the phone. Tigh was off getting lunch, or what passed for it, finally giving him a moment of peace, well as much peace as he got while on duty. He couldn't help reaching into his pocket though. So odd, where had they come from? Whose were they? The not knowing was killing him.
"Yes, yes I understand. We can slow to one half for the time it will take you to make your repairs," He said placating one of the civilian ships. He made the entry in the log and ordered speed reduced.
"Ex-Excuse me Lieutenant," Baltar had walked in. He looked more frazzled than usual. Or did he? It was so hard for Gaeta to tell, the Doctor always seemed a little 'off'. He'd ascribed it to apocalypse nerves a few days ago, now... now he just thought the good Doctor was cracked.
"Dr. Baltar. I thought you had gone back to Colonial One," Gaeta said, rubbing the silk between his fingers in his pocket.
"Yes, well. I'm going to get them back. I mean, I'll be going back, after some more work in the lab. I was wondering Lieutenant, w-would it be possible to talk t-to you in private?"
Gaeta raised an eyebrow, "I'm on duty here Doctor, is this really necessary?" He did have to start working on their next jump just as soon as the Galilee Setting fixed their problems with their sub-light engines.
"Yes I will. It is. Just a moment Lieutenant?" Baltar asked, running his hand over his head, combing his hair back.
Gaeta nodded toward the FTL computer. Baltar followed.
"I wonder, did you perhaps find an article of clothing in your cabin?" Baltar asked, looking behind Gaeta. Gaeta's jaw dropped. How the hell?
"I take it that you did?" Baltar asked. Gaeta looked down at his pocket momentarily, unable to help himself. He cleared his throat.
"Ah.. Yes, but how would you..."
"They're mine!" Baltar practically hissed, flinching. "I mean, they belong.. well it's rather embarrassing,"
"Yes, I can imagine," Gaeta said, remembering the confrontation with Dee, who eyed them both suspiciously at the moment.
Baltar flinched suddenly, "Don't! You... don't happen to have them... with you? Do you?" he asked.
"Of course not," Gaeta almost squeaked. There was no way that the Doc could know? Was there?
"Oh. It was all a terrible misunderstanding. I met.. well... that is... it was the first available cabin... I'm terribly sorry. Do you know, w-where they are? I p-promised that I'd get them back for..." He smiled, a goofy endearing smile that would have melted Gaeta any other day of the week. "Well, I promised I'd try..." He flinched again, "I promised I'd get them back."
"No, I'm sorry Doc, I thought they belonged to someone else, I sent them down to the laundry," Gaeta said. This could be fun. He forced a smile off of his face.
"L-Laundry?" Baltar asked, going white.
"Yeah, they can usually sort that kind of thing out. Now if you'll excuse me," Gaeta walked back to the big board, leaving Baltar to ponder his own fate.