Word Count: 536
Date: 04/17/05
Series: One
Rating: K+
Category: Relationships
Pairing/Focus: Gaeta, Dee
Warnings:
Summary:
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Minor '33' Spoilers.
Archive: Approval to archive given
Tired. Dark. Sleep. Finally. The cramped cabin was a welcome... sight, through the lights were out. He didn't care. After 240 jumps all he wanted to see were the inside of his eyelids. He didn't bother with the lights, almost didn't bother with his uniform, but he pulled the uniform shirt off at least and dropped it on the floor before sliding onto the bunk. 240 jumps. He couldn't get the numbers out of his head. He just knew he was going to have nightmares about multi-dimensional calculus, but again he didn't care. All he cared about was sleep.
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"Lieutenant?" someone knocked on the cabin door. He opened one bleary eye, seeing the crack of light appear as they walked in. He hurled a pillow at the door.
"Go away!" he croaked.
"Lieutenant, you're fifteen minutes late for your shift," she said. It was a she now. At least she provided a respite from the numbers that had been chasing him across the snow-covered fields of Caprica, taunting him, throwing snowballs at him. He shook his head and slowly swung his feet to the floor.
"Lights coming on," She said.
"No, wait," he managed to get out before the searing light assaulted his eyes. He reached for the pillow to cover them, but he'd already used in his assault on the door. He covered them with his hands and squinted.
"You are such a bastard," he growled, quite unlike him.
"I'm the bastard?" She asked. "Who's are these?" He tried to look at what she was talking about but the light was too bright, it stung.
"Huh?"
"No wonder you're late, who was it?" She asked.
"What? Who was what?" He blinked hard and looked at Dee, a pair of panties hanging off her finger.
"Who do these belong to?" She asked.
"I've never seen those before," He said, overcome with a yawn.
"Oh? You threw them at me along with the pillow." She said, an accusation.
"No I didn't, I just threw the pillow." He rubbed his eyes and looked at them, frilly black satin jobbies, practically nothing to 'em. Where the hell had those come from? She was playing a joke on him wasn't she?
"And your shirt on the floor?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Hey, my pants are still on," He said defensively. There was no way he could have done what she was suggesting with those still on.
"Yeah, I guess they are. Well, you'd better get a move on before Tigh rolls out of his rack and beats you to the CIC." She flung the panties at him. They landed on his lap. It could have been worse, they cold have found his head.
"Yeah, right, okay," He said as she left. 'What the hell?' he wondered looking down at the remnants of someone's good time. He grabbed his shirt and tried to get ready for his watch, not quite sure what to do with the evidence. Fresh out of intelligent ideas he stood up and shoved them in his pocket.