FIC: This Is Easy As Lovers Go

[lls_mutant]

Title: This Is Easy As Lovers Go
Author: lls_mutant
Pairing: Gaeta/Hoshi
Rating: PG-13 at the absolute most
Length: 3,800 words
Summary: "I was happy you guys got together. Been making book on it since, like, forever." Not much of a backstory, is it?
Author's Notes: For tin_o_biscuits, who requested how Hoshi and Gaeta met as a Chanukah present. A little late, but hope it was a good one! And since I think the literal "how they met" is probably pretty boring, I went a little further than that.




"If you networked, I could send the algorithm over to you a lot easier."

"You know that's a negative."

"Come on. You know you want to."

"Of course I do, baby, but the Old Man says no."

"No networking while Dad's home, huh?"

"Yeah. He ruins all my fun."

"How will I slip it to you, then?"

"Any way you want."

"I'll send it over on the next shuttle."

"It'll stretch that long?"

"You'd better believe it, baby."

***

"He flirts with you," Dee accused Felix.

"Huh?" He took off his headset and scrubbed at his face. Despite what Adama seemed to think, double shifts were not his favorite way to spend time. "Who flirts with me?"

"Lieutenant Hoshi."

Felix blinked, trying to figure out what she meant. "No he doesn't," he finally insisted. "We're just joking around."

"He doesn't joke like that with me," Dee pointed out.

"Dee, we've met once. Why would he flirt with me?"

Dee goggled at him. "Do you have any idea what your voice sounds like?"

"Um, no?"

She shook her head. "If you could hear yourself, you'd understand. And you'd probably flirt with you, too."

He shook his head. "Whatever."

***

When Colonel Fisk came to speak with Adama and his crew, he was flanked by his XO and by the tall, somewhat gangly man that Felix remembered was Lieutenant Hoshi. He studied him covertly, trying to find some sign that Dee was right. But Hoshi looked smoothly impassive, and although he smiled at Felix, it was quick and perfunctory. Professional.

Felix sighed. Dee was full of it. Oh well.

***

"How about it? Do you know where my eye is?"

"Saul!"

Felix drew in a deep breath, trying to keep himself from shaking and failing miserably. But Tigh did back away, and he was left standing in the middle of the CIC, with live wires sparking and everyone staring at him. He didn't know how long he stood there, but eventually Helo touched his shoulder.

"Why don't you start with the tactical station?" he said. "You know it better than anyone."

"Yes, sir," Felix responded automatically, and didn't really notice that Helo's eyebrows went up.

He drifted over to his old station almost automatically. Dee's legs were sticking out from under the console, and someone else was sitting in his chair, typing at the keyboard.

"Would you stop it?" Dee demanded. "I keep telling you, the Galactica's stations don't work like that."

"But if I interface-"

"You can't interface, all right? We're not networked. Besides, there's a broken connection somewhere in the hardware and-"

"If this code patch isn't installed when you repair that connection, it will overload and fry and you'll just have to repair it again."

"He's right," Felix said.

Both Dee and the man froze. Dee moved first, scooting out from under the console and staring up at Felix with an expression he rarely ever saw on her face, and never directed at him. Felix shifted uncomfortably.

"He's right," he said again. "The patch he's putting in regulates the power supply to the station."

He finally placed the man who was staring at him as Lieutenant Hoshi. His face was still and stony as he regarded Felix, and then he turned back to the console and began typing again. Dee didn't protest.

"Hel- Captain Agathon sent me over to help," Felix explained helplessly.

Dee's expression didn't change, but she moved out from under the console. "Good," she said. "We need all the help we can get. Do what you need to do, Mr. Gaeta."

***

While they worked, Dee and Hoshi had to speak to him. But when the Admiral ordered all three of them to get some rack time, they went their separate ways without a word to each other. Felix tried to sleep, but ended up staring at the bunk above him.

***

There was an irreverent part of Felix that snickered that a "Committee on Truth and Reconciliation" sounded as bureaucratic as anyone could get. But when he saw the newspaper with his picture and his story on the table in the CIC, he breathed a sigh of relief. And that morning, Dee greeted him with a bright smile that said more than any words ever could.

But Hoshi just avoided his eye.

***

He was sitting in the near-deserted mess- alone, still, which he wasn't sure if he was grateful for or not- when Hoshi came in. Hoshi hesitated for a moment, and then sat down across from him.

"Look," he said, with no real preamble, "I'm not really good at this, but I wanted to say… well, I don't know what I want to say."

Felix swallowed the bite he was chewing and shrugged. "Go ahead and say whatever," he said. "I'm not going to stop you."

Hoshi took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "Well, I'm not going to say I'm sorry," he said, "because you did stay Chief of Staff when the Cylons invaded. But you did what you had to do, and I respect that. I respect that a lot. But I can't even really say thank you, because it wasn't my ass you saved, and everyone I care about stayed with the Fleet. So I'm not really sure what to say, except that I know the truth now, and I'd like to move forward. But I don't know what to say between the past and the future."

Felix blinked. It might be garbled, but it was straightforward in its own way and a hell of a lot more than anyone else had offered him since he'd set foot back on Galactica. "Me neither," he finally said, when nothing else occurred to him. "But thanks."

Hoshi extended his hand. "My name's Louis."

"Felix."

***

Tan. Taint. Contain. Container. Containers. Constr-

The lab door opened, and Felix jumped, automatically clicking back to the data window and hiding the word game. He sighed as Hoshi entered. "Hey. You scared me."

"Sorry," Hoshi said with an apologetic smile. "Were you working?"

Felix flushed. "Well, not really. But I said I would be."

"And instead you're…?"

"Trying to beat Baltar's high score."

Hoshi chuckled. "I guess the better question is are you supposed to be working? I thought you were off shift."

"I am," Felix admitted. "It just…" he looked around the lab and shrugged. "This is as good a place as any to relax, I suppose."

Hoshi narrowed his eyes and studied him, and Felix had the very distinct impression he saw right through him. But instead of arguing, all he said was, "Well, Helo said you might be in here. I was wondering… we're getting a game of Triad going, and we could really use a few more players."

"Who's we?" Felix asked.

"Me, Narcho, Stinger… a few of the guys from the Pegasus."

Felix thought about it for all of two seconds. "Okay," he said. "Sounds good."

***

Stinger and a deckhand that was introduced as Spearson regarded Felix as a bit of an oddity for a few seconds, and then promptly dealt him in. Narcho, he noticed, narrowed his eyes for a long time, until Hoshi not-so-subtly kicked him under the table.

"So, I thought she was into me, but it turns out she just wanted to get her hands on my ratchet wrench. And unfortunately, I mean that literally," Spearson said. "Turns out she's into Figuraski."

"You're shitting me!" Stinger accused, and the others laughed. "Lucky bastard."

"Well, he doesn't even know it yet," Spearson said. "She hasn't had the guts to tell him. I don't know what she's waiting on. If I could get a piece of tail ten years younger than me and that hot, I would in a heartbeat."

Stinger agreed and Narcho downed his drink, but for some reason Felix noticed that Hoshi turned red and stared at his cards. He was about to say something to change the subject when Narcho lit up a cigarette.

"So, Gaeta. You have a significant other?"

Flashes of New Caprica danced across his brain, and Felix looked down at his hand. "No," he said, his voice hard and bitter. "Probably best that way."

"Rumor had it you were frakking President Baltar."

Hoshi looked up, his eyebrows furrowing downward. "Noel, stop it."

Felix stared even more intently at his hand, and then discarded two cards. "President Baltar, Tom Zarek, and the entire roster of Cylons," he said lightly. "I'm pretty sure there were rumors about me and Jake the dog, too."

"The dog sounds like it was your best option," Spearson said dubiously, and the others laughed again. Felix did too, although he remembered early mornings with Baltar and late nights with an Eight, and his laughter didn't sound right to his own ears.

Stinger called the hand, ended up raking in the pot, and dealt, complaining about the schedule that Apollo was setting for the Air Group. Narcho joined in cheerfully, and Felix listened, not able to restrain a smile when their complaining went from Apollo to Starbuck.

"What?" Narcho asked, when Felix snickered after a particularly creative insult. "Don't like us talking shit about the resident goddess Starbuck?"

"Can't stand her myself," Felix said cheerfully. Narcho looked at him for a long moment, and then refilled both their glasses. Felix breathed a sigh of relief, and he noticed that Hoshi relaxed considerably as well.

It wasn't an easy evening. Felix wasn't even sure if he'd call it fun. But when they all called it a night, Stinger extended his hand and said, "See you tomorrow night?" and Felix said yes, because there wasn't much else he could say.

He lingered after they left, waiting as Hoshi gathered up the cards. "Glad you joined us," Hoshi told him as he picked up.

"Thanks for inviting me," Felix said, and then dove into it. "Narcho can't stand me, can he?"

Hoshi arranged the cards as if they were going to undergo military inspection. "Look, don't take it personally, okay? I know Narcho comes off as a bit of an ass, but believe me, it's got nothing to do with you."

"You sound like you know exactly what his problem is," Felix said, mystified.

Hoshi shrugged. "It doesn't matter. As soon as he found out you're a charter member of the 'I Hate Starbuck' club, he warmed right up to you." He looked up, directly into Felix's eyes. "Just trust me on this one, okay? It's not you."

Felix didn't believe him at all, but he nodded anyway. "Okay."

***

"Mr. Gaeta. Mr. Hoshi."

They both snapped to their feet. "Sir."

Helo looked at them both, shaking his head. "We've got a bit of an issue. The Astral Queen lost her catalyzer. It's got to be fixed immediately. The thing is, all of our pilots are out on that training mission."

Felix and Hoshi looked at each other, both of them trying not to smile. "Yes, sir?" Felix prompted Helo.

Helo sighed heavily. "We need someone to take Chief Tyrol over to the Astral Queen immediately, and you're the only one with wings not in the middle of something. And would you two stop grinning like I just asked you to raid the porn stash as part of your duty? There are no heroics here. You guys are just shuttling Tyrol over."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir."

But as soon as Helo left, they high-fived and whooped.

***

Tyrol was waiting for them on the hangar deck, leaning against the Raptor and fiddling with a part that looked something like a hair dryer. When he saw Felix walking towards him wearing a flight suit, he turned pale and nearly dropped the catalyzer.

"No," he said, backing up, holding his hands up in defense. "No. Not you. Anyone but you!" He looked frantically at Hoshi. "Tell me you're driving. Please tell me you're the one flying this."

Hoshi shook his head, looking at Felix questioningly. "No, he is. Why?"

Felix sighed. "It's fine. How many times do I have to tell you? I have my wings. I can fly. Get in the Raptor, Chief Petty Officer."

Tyrol glared at him, and then looked at Hoshi. "He's called Pinball for a reason," he warned savagely, but obeyed. Hoshi followed and swung himself into the co-pilot's seat. Felix climbed in after them, determined that he was going to show Tyrol once and for all that it wasn't the end of the world.

***

Tyrol stumbled back onto the deck of the Galactica, falling to his knees and kissing the floor. "Never again," he swore. Nearby, Cally was laughing, holding a camera and taking a picture.

Hoshi jumped out of the Raptor next, whooping. "That was great!" he shouted, losing any pretense at professionalism. "Did you see how close we were to the Zephyr? Seriously- you could have cleared the wheel no trouble if Chief hadn't been whining so much." He turned around and extended his hand to Felix, who was climbing out of the Raptor. There was a blinding flash of light as Cally snapped a picture, both of them laughing.

"I hate you both," Tyrol growled from the floor.

Felix had to admit he was reeling. Not so much from the flying, but the effect of a flight helmet. Not on him. But when Hoshi put the helmet on, it did something to him. Maybe it was because it cut away the really bad haircut and forced the focus onto his face, but Felix had never, ever seen anyone so flattered by a flight helmet before.

It was really rather disturbing.

Now that he'd seen it, the effect didn't go away with the helmet off. They'd been spending so much time together the past two months. How had he not noticed before? Especially with Hoshi beaming like a madman and laughing like a little kid.

He found himself swept up in the laughter, and for the first time since New Caprica, he realized that he felt happy. It was something he would really have to consider.

Later.

But when Cally gave him the picture a week later, he managed to find a frame for it, even if he didn't have the guts to put it in his rack quite yet.

***


"You're quiet tonight," Hoshi said much later, after they'd finished dinner.

"I know. Just thinking."

"About what?"

Felix made a sudden decision. "Are you up for a drink?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Good. Let's go someplace where we can talk."

***

The bottle was nearly empty. They were sitting on the causeway, leaning over what felt like an overwhelming chasm but was really just the hangar deck. Felix had his forehead pressed to the cool metal of the railing, eyes closed.

"Wow," Hoshi said quietly, finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah." Felix couldn't quite bear to look at him. "I haven't told anyone that before. Not Helo, not Dee…" He snorted. "Dee would be furious if she knew I slept with Baltar, and Helo would never trust me again if he knew I slept with a carbon copy of his wife."

"I gathered he's a bit overprotective."

Felix shook his head. "I shouldn't have told you."

"Why not?" Hoshi put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you think you're the only one who's done terrible things?"

"I slept with Baltar. I slept with a Cylon, as her people oppressed mine. I'm a frakking traitor."

"And I stood by while Cain killed her XO, stripped civilian ships, and allowed the crew to rape her ex-lover. If you're looking for flagellation, you're not going to find it here. We all have our sins. There's something commendable, I suppose, in the fact we feel guilt for them."

"Yeah." He accepted the proffered bottle and took a drink, and then closed his eyes and leaned his head against the railing again. "Thanks, Louis."

"Any time, Felix."

***

"Oh, gods. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that algae would taste this good," Felix moaned as he forked over another bite.

"Your wildest dreams include eating algae?" Louis teased him, but eating no less eagerly. His hand brushed against Felix's, but it was so casual and their table was so cramped it was hard to be sure if it was intentional or not.

Someone kicked him under the table.

It was impossible to tell who for sure, but Felix was pretty sure it was Narcho. But the pilot was focused on his food, and it was impossible to tell.

Across the room, he noticed Racetrack staring at him. He raised his fork in a "cheers" sort of gesture, and she grinned and turned back to her table. For some reason, she was laughing.

Felix had the strangest feeling that there was something he should know, and no one was telling him.

***

"Five. I've got five," Felix said happily, laying down his hand.

"I'm out," Stinger scowled.

Spearson tossed his cards in as well. "Got me."

"Damn it, Gaeta, it's no fun if you count cards," Racetrack said. She poured a little more ambrosia into his glass.

"I wasn't counting," Felix said, half-lying.

"Right." Racetrack glanced at Louis for confirmation, but he didn't say anything. Felix was almost positive his eyes were on him, but he couldn't say for sure.

"I call," Narcho said, throwing down his hand.

Felix cringed. He must have been off by a few. "You got me," he admitted, laying down his lesser cards. Narcho grinned and raked in the pot.

"I think I'm quitting with all these lovely cubits in my pocket," he said, grinning and standing up. "Have a good night."

Stinger sighed. "I'd better get some rack time myself," he said. "Apollo's got a briefing at 0500."

"And we're getting a drink," Racetrack informed Spearson, grabbing his arm and dragging him away. "Alone." Spearson looked back at them and shrugged helplessly, a goofy grin on his face as Racetrack physically dragged him away from the table.

"So, are you quitting on me, too?" Louis asked.

"Nope, I'm good." Now that the others were gone, the air seemed heavier between them. Felix watched as Louis's fingers ran up and down his shot glass. They were longer than his, with prominent knuckles and a sure touch. A shiver raced up his spine. "Another game?"

"Sure."

Felix dealt, trying to make his hands look graceful and feeling a bit clumsy. "Quiet in here without the others," he muttered.

Louis looked around at the other tables, where there were still other players, and smirked. "Not really, but if you say so."

Felix reached for a cigarette, and then put it down. He wanted to believe he had no idea why he was so nervous, why his fingers were tapping out a rhythm on the tabletop, but he knew it. Halfway through the hand he blurted it out. "Can I ask you a question?"

Louis looked up. "Sure."

"Back when you were still on the Pegasus. Before New Caprica."

"Yes?"

"We used to talk on the comm occasionally."

"Yes."

"Dee used to say you were flirting with me."

Louis leaned back, a smile playing at the edge of his lips, his dimple flashing slightly. "Did she?"

"Yeah." Felix studied the cards like they were the most fascinating things in the world. "Was she right?"

"Of course she was. Do you have any idea what your voice sounds like over the wireless?" Felix flushed, and Louis leaned in. "I guess the real question is, where you flirting back?"

Felix looked up and found himself caught in Louis's gaze. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Louis stood up. He started out of the rec room, and Felix followed. They made it as far as the first little alcove and then he was pushed against the wall, Louis's mouth on his, his own hands already trying to undo Louis's jacket.

"Racks," Louis whispered, when they came up for air long enough.

"Right. Yours or mine?"

"Mine's going to be emptier."

"Let's go."

***

The alarm went off a lot earlier than Felix would have liked. He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Beside him, Louis whacked the offending clock, muttering curse words.

"Gods, I do not want to go," Felix muttered. But he was already searching for his clothing.

Louis folded his arms behind his head, watching him. "We could just tell Adama to frak himself," he suggested. "That we're staying in bed for the rest of the day, and just because he can't get laid doesn't mean the rest of us can't."

"Or we could tell Tigh," Felix laughed. He deepened his voice and drawled out the words. "You think you can just take time off work to frak each other blind? Not unless I get to watch!" They both dissolved into helpless laughter.

"Seriously," Louis said, sitting up and leaning forward to cup Felix's cheek. "I don't want you to go, either."

"I know," Felix sighed, "but duty calls. Both of us, technically." He leaned forward and kissed Louis gently. It was so easy, and it threatened to get into something much more, so he groaned and pulled away. "See you later?" he asked.

Louis smiled. "You'd better believe it."

***

They kept it fairly quiet. On the one hand, they didn't have much of a choice, given how often they worked different shifts. On the other, both of them knew exactly how quickly rumors spread in a ship this size, and both of them were more comfortable not letting the entire ship know what was going on before they did. Their rackmates all knew, of course, and politely played dumb. Felix told Dee, but he knew she wasn't going to blab. But most people either didn't say a thing or just didn't know, so Felix was very surprised when Narcho cornered him in the mess.

"I hear you're with Louis," Narcho said without ceremony, plunking down his tray.

"Where'd you hear that?" Felix asked, raising his eyebrows.

"From him."

Well, he couldn't argue about that then. "Yeah." It was about then that it clicked, that Narcho had called Louis by his first name. Frak. How had he not seen this coming? He nearly dropped his head to the table. "You're not happy about it."

"That depends," Narcho said.

"On what?"

"On you."

Suddenly, Felix began to laugh. "You're joking," he said. "You're frakking with me. This is not a 'you hurt him and I'll kill you' speech, is it?"

Narcho grinned as well. "What, I didn't put the fear of the gods in you?" he asked. "That's too bad."

Felix looked back down at his meal. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I wasn't planning on messing this up."

"That's good," Narcho said. "Because I wasn't really joking. It didn't work out with us for a damn good reason, and he's a good guy. Frak it up and you'll regret it."

"Got it," Felix said.

Narcho wasn't even close to finished, but he picked up his tray and stood up anyway. "See you around," he said simply, and left.

Felix watched him go, and for the first time it hit him how badly he wanted this to work.

Comments

[ghanimasun]

This is wonderful; I've been waiting for something like this. Thank you. It made me smile :)

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, and thank you! I've been dying for something nice between them myself- my theory is that that's what Racetrack's "I was happy you guys got together" remark was supposed to tell us: that Gaeta and Hoshi were a nice, normal, good couple together. They were in one of their "downs" certainly at the beginning of the webisodes, especially from Gaeta's side (I can't imagine that losing a limb doesn't play some havoc in a romantic relationship, just because one partner is going through so much), but I like to think they were just normal before that. :)

[millari.livejournal.com]

Oh, I really liked this! It's so sweet and tentative, and it's satisfying to see Felix having some happiness. They were so adorable when they flew the Chief around, whooping and high-fiving each other. Oh, and I loved the resurrection of Pinball! :) The bit with Cally taking their picture and laughing and Chief kissing the ground was such an appealing dose of humor, but I liked how it also served to further the story by showing where Felix's feelings about Hoshi stand, when Cally gives him the picture a few days later.

But I think my absolute favorite scene was the one above the hangar deck with Felix making his confessions. Hoshi's responses were so kind and supportive, and also really interesting. I hadn't really thought of how much he'd witnessed and what kind of guilt he might have for standing by while it all happened. They have more in common than ever occurred to me before this fic. Great insight on your part. I really loved the image of Felix leaning his forehead against the metal railing. I could really see it in my mind.

The last bit with Narcho was fun and intriguing. I thought that it was going to be something like that when he was all weird during the card game. But I wasn't quite expecting the "hurt him and I'll killyou speech" any more than Felix was. :)
I found myself wondering what the "damn good reason" was for Hoshi and Narcho not working out. Do you know in your own mind?

Anyway, great read!

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Thanks! With all the sad Gaeta/Hoshi stuff wandering around, they needed something nice. :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I liked the confession scene, too, so I'm glad you cited that one. While Felix strikes me as a very private person, I can't help but think he needs to talk to someone, and Dee and Helo are both so wrapped up in their marriages... (although I like how they sat flanking Felix at the trial. While I'm sure that was partly just camera economy, it gave the impression that they were giving him some serious support there.)

I'm still debating why Narcho and Hoshi didn't work. In my head (and in the Dee-Hoshi fic I've been writing), the two of them were together for a couple of years when they both first started on the Pegasus, or maybe even before that. They were a lot younger, and one thought was that they just really grew into very different people. The other thought was that Narcho did something really dumb (either cheat or do something very disrespectful or... I don't know), and Hoshi dumped him. Narcho pretended not to mind, but he realized a little late he lost something good, and kind of regrets it. I haven't decided yet. :)

But thanks for commenting! :)

[anonymousblu.livejournal.com]

THIS WAS SO GOOD! You worked in Hoshi's bad hair, "Pinball", and the photograph! Perfect!

Am I wrong in wishing Gaeta had gotten together with Narcho?? Man, he's alot cuter than Hoshi....

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I couldn't resist Hoshi's hair. To be honest, I was really amazed at how much better Brad Dryborough looked in the flight suit and helmet. The hair did him no favors at all in the series, he looked better in the webisodes, but in the flight suit and helmet? Um, can I have one? (Well, not really given that I'm married, but yea.)

He IS a lot cuter, but I have to admit that Hoshi seems to have more in common with Felix. But I'm writing a Gaeta/Narcho one anyway, because the idea intrigues me. It's, erm, a LOT different from this one. Heh.

[jamaisneutral.livejournal.com]

Lovely story! Thanks.

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

[trovia.livejournal.com]

Lovely fic. I'm starting to repeat myself in my reviews, I think. You know I'm madly in love with all your writing. You could probably even write about Apollo and Cally having an affair and I'd read it (don't though; I'm perfectly happy with you writing Gaeta).

I love Narcho in this. I love that Gaeta starts playing cards with "the other crowd", the one that doesn't like Starbuck. I like stories that show people having opinions not promoted on the show. It's what I like about your Zarek, of course.

The scene with Tyrol and the raptor made me laugh out aloud. It also made me decide which plotbunny I should write for the Tyrol & Gaeta fic I have scheduled for you. :)

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) (Apollo and Cally. Hmmmm.... And ooh! Thank you for reminding me I have to finish reading part 6 of Back to Earth!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I very much look forward to the Tyrol and Gaeta fic! :)

[tin-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

*flail* Thank you~!! XD

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! I'm glad you liked it! Hope you had a good holiday :)

[tin-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

Yes I did an' with this and the new blender this was def one of the better Hanukkahs. XD Next year I'm SO milking the 'eight nights' thing. One story per night, teeheehee. (sacrilegious, is it? XD)

[elzed.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was perfect! From the flirting over the comm (because yes, Felix has a lovely voice) to the Narcho warning, just perfect. I could do with some more Felix/Louis on the show, seriously, because they are really rather sweet together, but having backstory like this makes me happy, and I never knew I was a Gaeta/Hoshi shipper. Am now... ;)

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

I know, I wasn't either until now. Heck, I'd gone off on a Gaeta/Zarek bender before this. :) But I rather like Felix and Louis together, and I really think Racetrack's 'I was happy you guys got together' was meant to tell us they were a good couple. :)

Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks!! :)

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

*flail* happiness for Felix is the best thing EVER! \o/

I don't know why I love "Collaborators"-era fic so much--I guess any strong emotional reaction, even if it's a wibbly one, is good. It was actually a bit of a gut punch that *Dee* didn't jump up and hug him in the CIC. That, more than anything, really illustrated the tension in that scene for me.

I really ove the glimpses of "normal life" on board--the conversations over cards, and the teasing and gloating (and Cally taking photos! hee!)--stuff that we don't see onscreen. that's why fanfic rocks.

And they are so not wrong about that voice. dayum.

(I wish I could write feedback like millari. Mostly I just flail.)

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

Also: catalyzer! I see what you did there.

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :) Glad you enjoyed it. (And I now what you mean about writing feedback like millari. But this is awesome.)

And yeah, I couldn't resist the voice. Or the helmet, because when I saw the guy who plays Hoshi in the helmet, I was like, "whoa, hottie alert." Which I hadn't really been thinking before.

And I'm so glad someone finally commented on the catalyzer. Heee!

(Hey, btw- in Ariel, when Wash and Kaylee are in the dump. Does he throw a catalyzer?)

So glad you enjoyed it- I had a lot of fun writing it! :)

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it's the helmet, or the dreamy besotted look. He's got it BAD for Felix. (and really, who wouldn't?) But yes: pretty.

Wash *totally* threw a catalyzer in the dump. Silly man.

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

I think it's the helmet. They really saddled him with a bad haircut in BSG, as evidenced by some other pics of him. And I don't think he carries off the uniform as well all the time. Something about his posture. But boy- he DOES have it so bad for Felix. I know that never bodes well, but still. It's so nice to see someone on the show appreciate Felix that much. Since no one else ever does. :P

I thought that was a catalyzer. Heh.

Thanks

[(Anonymous)]

As a reward, here is a video of Brad Dryborough in his boxer shorts.
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=r8lyi8o9lMA

Re: Thanks

[deimose.livejournal.com]

Wow, he's definitely hotter in that clip, but somehow I like the scrappyness of Hoshi too. Maybe you could write a fic in which Gaeta cuts his hair, and then hot sex ensues.

[deimose.livejournal.com]

It's a shame the Hoshi/Gaeta thing had to be pushed off to the webisodes, because there's obviously a lot that could happen there... Would be cool if it returns in Season 4.5, though I'm guessing they'll want to focus more on the grand scheme of things rather than a gay relationship between a secondary and a background character.

Still, your fic was so good and real that I'm happy just reading your version ;).

[puszysty.livejournal.com]

"It'll stretch that long?" "You'd better believe it, baby." mm, dirty math.
I like the idea of Felix joining in with the Pegasus crew after the whole Collaborators storyline. It makes sense.