Little Ficlet
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lls_mutantTitle: How I Met My Boyfriend's Father Figure
Summary: I had to quick write this. It's more of a scene than an actual fic. But I really, really wanted to write Gaeta introducing Tom and Hoshi. So I did.
Hoshi looked around. Tom Zarek had such a name and reputation around the Fleet that he'd expected his quarters to be a little more… extravagant. Like he'd take advantage of his position, and at least have some of the nice things. But the only nod to any sort of luxury was the comforter on the bed; the rest of the room was sparsely furnished and quite depressing.
Felix and Zarek were talking easily. There was a shorthand between them in their conversation, a connection that Hoshi had known existed but never seen. Felix had once ranted to him that Dee was convinced that he was blind when it came to Zarek, only seeing what he wanted to see. After five minutes of watching them together, Hoshi could say with certainty that Dee was right. He sighed bitterly. She usually was.
"What do you think, Lucas?" Felix asked him, and Hoshi snapped out of his own thoughts with a start.
"I think it's certainly a valid possibility, yes," he said, although he wasn't sure what it was. Oh, right, Kobol, now that Earth had turned out to be such a… he bit his lip, fiercely chasing his mind away from that thought. "But there's still the matter of the Cylons to deal with. If we go back there, they'll find us. And that's really the problem, isn't it? There's any number of habitable planets, but wherever we settle, it's just a matter of time before the Cylons find us again."
Felix and Zarek exchanged glances, having an entire conversation in two seconds without saying a word. And even though no one had said it, the name New Caprica hung in the air. But Zarek turned back to Hoshi. "Are you suggesting, Lieutenant, that we form an alliance with the Cylons?"
Hoshi snorted. "Look how well that turned out last time," he scoffed. "I don't think the Cylons as a race are capable of an alliance. And even if I trusted certain models, I'd never trust most of the others."
Zarek grinned, and Hoshi felt like he passed some sort of test. And it kind of alarmed him that it pleased him.
Felix stood up, reaching for his crutches. "If you will excuse me for a moment," he said, and headed off. He touched Hoshi lightly on the shoulder as he passed.
Zarek and Hoshi watched him go, and then an awkward silence descended over both of them. And suddenly, Hoshi understood exactly why he was feeling so out of sorts. He laughed. "I know this sounds strange," he said awkwardly, "but I've heard Felix talk about you, and I know how he feels about you. And I feel like a kid meeting his boyfriend's father for the first time."
Something in that pinged Zarek; Hoshi could see it in his face. But he just laughed and said, "I guess I should be threatening you with a shotgun then, huh?" he asked. "Telling you that if you hurt him, I will kill you?" The tone was light, but the threat was real. Hoshi's blood burned, because now he felt like he was on solid ground again.
"I won't hurt him," he promised. He took a sip of wine and looked at Zarek evenly. "The thing is," he began, "I'm not a kid, I'm over forty. And you're not my boyfriend's father, although I'm not going to deny you're close. But I know who you are, I know what you can do, and I know that you'd have no compunctions about using Felix if it fit your plans. If you hurt him, the same threat stands. I will kill you."
"If it ever comes to that, you'd be welcome to try," Zarek said, unruffled. "I hope it never does." He lifted his glass in acknowledgment and toast, and then drank. Hoshi did the same. "But until then, Lucas, can we count you in?"
Hoshi nodded. "You'd better believe it."
Summary: I had to quick write this. It's more of a scene than an actual fic. But I really, really wanted to write Gaeta introducing Tom and Hoshi. So I did.
Hoshi looked around. Tom Zarek had such a name and reputation around the Fleet that he'd expected his quarters to be a little more… extravagant. Like he'd take advantage of his position, and at least have some of the nice things. But the only nod to any sort of luxury was the comforter on the bed; the rest of the room was sparsely furnished and quite depressing.
Felix and Zarek were talking easily. There was a shorthand between them in their conversation, a connection that Hoshi had known existed but never seen. Felix had once ranted to him that Dee was convinced that he was blind when it came to Zarek, only seeing what he wanted to see. After five minutes of watching them together, Hoshi could say with certainty that Dee was right. He sighed bitterly. She usually was.
"What do you think, Lucas?" Felix asked him, and Hoshi snapped out of his own thoughts with a start.
"I think it's certainly a valid possibility, yes," he said, although he wasn't sure what it was. Oh, right, Kobol, now that Earth had turned out to be such a… he bit his lip, fiercely chasing his mind away from that thought. "But there's still the matter of the Cylons to deal with. If we go back there, they'll find us. And that's really the problem, isn't it? There's any number of habitable planets, but wherever we settle, it's just a matter of time before the Cylons find us again."
Felix and Zarek exchanged glances, having an entire conversation in two seconds without saying a word. And even though no one had said it, the name New Caprica hung in the air. But Zarek turned back to Hoshi. "Are you suggesting, Lieutenant, that we form an alliance with the Cylons?"
Hoshi snorted. "Look how well that turned out last time," he scoffed. "I don't think the Cylons as a race are capable of an alliance. And even if I trusted certain models, I'd never trust most of the others."
Zarek grinned, and Hoshi felt like he passed some sort of test. And it kind of alarmed him that it pleased him.
Felix stood up, reaching for his crutches. "If you will excuse me for a moment," he said, and headed off. He touched Hoshi lightly on the shoulder as he passed.
Zarek and Hoshi watched him go, and then an awkward silence descended over both of them. And suddenly, Hoshi understood exactly why he was feeling so out of sorts. He laughed. "I know this sounds strange," he said awkwardly, "but I've heard Felix talk about you, and I know how he feels about you. And I feel like a kid meeting his boyfriend's father for the first time."
Something in that pinged Zarek; Hoshi could see it in his face. But he just laughed and said, "I guess I should be threatening you with a shotgun then, huh?" he asked. "Telling you that if you hurt him, I will kill you?" The tone was light, but the threat was real. Hoshi's blood burned, because now he felt like he was on solid ground again.
"I won't hurt him," he promised. He took a sip of wine and looked at Zarek evenly. "The thing is," he began, "I'm not a kid, I'm over forty. And you're not my boyfriend's father, although I'm not going to deny you're close. But I know who you are, I know what you can do, and I know that you'd have no compunctions about using Felix if it fit your plans. If you hurt him, the same threat stands. I will kill you."
"If it ever comes to that, you'd be welcome to try," Zarek said, unruffled. "I hope it never does." He lifted his glass in acknowledgment and toast, and then drank. Hoshi did the same. "But until then, Lucas, can we count you in?"
Hoshi nodded. "You'd better believe it."
