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Isn't it awful that I forget who that was? :) I'm pretty sure that Tygra was my favorite. He might have been one of my first (but not THE first- that was a Duke brother, I'm sure) character crush. :)

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Can I ask for something in your "The Space Between Us" universe? My prompt was: Gaeta and the Tighs, drinking too much

Or if that doesn't work: Gaeta and Helo, on Dead!Earth in Sometimes a Great Notion

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I walked in...

Felix looked around. The bar was nearly empty, and he pulled up a stool. It was warm in here; the chill of the early spring air driven off by the fire in the stone fireplace at the end of room. Even without a crowd, the bar still smelled like smoke, but every now and then Felix got a whiff of the bare pine timbers that made up the walls.

"What will it be, Felix?"

Tigh was behind the bar, polishing a glass and looking too much like an archetype for Felix not to smirk. But even though the Tighs only had six liquors, that still felt like being spoiled for choice. He looked at the list. "I'll have something with gin," he said.

It was his usual order, and Tigh began to mix... whatever he put into Felix's drink. "Where's Hoshi tonight?" he asked.

"Playing Pyramid with a few of the Pegasus crowd," Felix said.

"You not playing?"

Felix snorted. "In two years, I've gotten pretty damned good at walking, but pyramid is still a bit beyond me. I was supposed to meet some people."

Tigh grunted acknowledgment and handed Felix his drink. Felix pushed a few coins across the bar, but Tigh ignored them.

"Good God, it's quiet out here." Ellen Tigh pushed the door open with her hip. "And it's going to get even quieter. I just got a message- oh, Felix. Hello."

"Hello, Ellen." It was still occasionally hard not to call her Mrs. Tigh.

"I have a message for you," Ellen said. She put a plate down in front of Tigh, and the smell of roasted meat drifted up to Felix and reminded him he hadn't bothered to eat much for dinner. "Brooks came over. He said that Hera's down with some virus, and Gabriel caught it, too. Both he and Sarah are stuck in tonight."

"Well, frak," Felix said, sighing. "I knew I should have gone home first. Now what am I going to do with my night? I was looking forward to getting drunk."

"Felix," Ellen laughed, draping an arm around Saul's shoulders, "you've come to the right place."

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One Round

The gin drink was good as always; a slight sweetness fronting a bitter burn. Felix swallowed it appreciatively.

"Have you eaten, Felix?" Ellen asked.

"I grabbed a sandwich at that place down the street," Felix said.

"Ah, their food is barely worth eating," Tigh growled.

"No kidding," Ellen agreed. She disappeared through the door, and Felix caught sight of the small kitchen. There wasn't much in terms of ovens; most people did their cooking over a firepit. She returned bearing a ceramic plate loaded with meat and bread and a soft cheese. "Much better," she said, putting it down in front of Felix. "And eat it all," she warned him. "You're going to need it."

Felix dug in his pocket. "I should pay you."

"Put it away," Tigh ordered him. "One thing I know hasn't changed; teachers still get paid shit."

"Besides," Ellen insisted, leaning her forearms on the bar, "you're like family."

"But you're running a business-"

"Is that your problem?" Ellen went over to the door and hung the closed sign out. "There. Not tonight. You're our guest." Tigh nodded.

Felix tried to tell himself that the warmth in his chest was from the gin.

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Two Rounds

"So I went into the room, and what did I find but the cow!" Ellen's eyes were comically wide as Felix and Tigh laughed. "Well, really," she said. "What could I do? I asked him if he wanted any milk."

Felix laughed until his sides were sore. "If I'm not careful, I'm going to fall off the stool," he said.

"That's nothing," Ellen said. "Saul, tell him about the horse and the prostitute."

"I need another drink for that one," Tigh said. He looked at Felix's empty glass. "And so do you."

Felix didn't argue.

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Three Rounds

"Do you remember," Felix began, "back before the Cylons hit, when Dee and Boomer took naked pictures of all the pilots?"

"I still think Skulls posed," Tigh laughed.

"Wait. I didn't hear about this!" Ellen protested. She turned to Tigh accusingly. "Why didn't I hear about this?"

"Good God, woman, do you think I was going to let you near a pile of pictures of naked young studs?"

"They were good pictures, too," Felix said wistfully. "Dee always had an eye for... art."

"Were you in there?" Tigh asked.

"Much to my great offense, no," Felix admitted. "They said I wasn't the right type."

"Well, they missed out," Ellen said consolingly, patting Felix on the arm. Tigh looked vaguely repulsed, but nodded anyway.

"Oh well," Felix sighed. "I think they just circulated them to girls anyway. Can I have another drink?"

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Four Rounds

"Well, she managed to punch Wayback out," Tigh argued.

Felix sighed. "Amazing, isn't it, how so many Galactica stories feature Starbuck?"

"You two never got along much, did you?" Tigh asked.

Felix snorted. "Did you think we would?"

"No. You had a stick up your ass and she was a frak-up and proud of it."

Felix looked at the bar. The whorls in the wood were marred by the condensation rings from numerous glasses. "Was she like that on Earth?" he asked.

"Worse," Ellen admitted. "There were days that Saul and I thought we were the worst parents on Earth."

"We probably were," Tigh grunted.

"She was difficult," Ellen admitted. "Rebellious. She and Saul used to fight all the time. He hated the way she dressed. Like a hooker, I believe was the phrase."

"Let me guess," Felix drawled, "she told him that he would know."

"You always were a smart boy, Felix," Ellen said with a smirk. The smirk faded into a soft smile. "But they had their moments. Especially when the piano was involved." She nodded over to the corner.

"I saw you got Joe's piano," Felix said. "Do either of you play?"

"Only when I don't think too hard about it," Tigh said. "Guess I used to, but I still don't remember much of it."

"Too bad," Felix sighed wistfully.

"He can play when he gets drunk," Ellen said.

"Oh. Well, then. Should we have another?

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Five Rounds

"So when," Ellen said, her voice sounding more salacious now and her words holding the slightest trace of a slur, "are you going to make an honest man out of Louis Hoshi?"

"No kidding," Tigh agreed. "We all thought you'd get married as soon as you could."

"I don't know," Felix admitted. "We said when the house got done."

"Well, kiddo, the house is done," Tigh said.

"It's only been done for two months."

"What's with the feet dragging?"

"Why not?"

"You need an order, Gaeta?"

"You going to give me one? Marry that man or I'll airlock you?"

"If it gets your ass in gear, I will. I can't imagine what either of you would be waiting for."

Ellen had been looking back and forth between them, like a cat watching a game of tennis. "Well," she said, when Felix picked up his glass instead of arguing, "it's nice to see you arguing for marriage for once, Saul. Makes a girl feel like you care, thinking it's a good thing."

"Yeah, well it would be for this bastard," Tigh said, gesturing at Felix. "Just because it was a bad idea for Kara doesn't mean it's a bad idea for everyone else. Gods, you two should have tied the knot ages ago."

"We had our reasons," Felix said primly, and extended his glass.

Ellen refilled it. "We all do, sweetie."

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Six Rounds

"I should have been there."

"What?" Tigh's one-eyed gaze was looking blurrier, but Felix couldn't look at him. He just stared at the bar.

"I should have been there. I should have stopped them. Louis never should have had to go through that."

"Stop it right there," Tigh ordered. "There's no room in this life for that kind of talk, you got that? Because I was there, son. I was the first person who saw him after they raped him. And I couldn't stop it either. And if you don't think that doesn't haunt me..." he trailed off.

"But you're not the one in love with him," Felix protested.

"No. I was just his commanding officer. Besides, it's not like you were on vacation or something. If memory serves, you were on that damned Colony being tortured."

"I know." There was a tightness in Felix's chest that he'd thought the liquor would have chased away. "But I can't forget it, that maybe it could have been different."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't. Is this why you're dragging your feet?" Tigh demanded. Felix didn't answer. "Well, frak that. Never took you for a coward, Gaeta."

"Sure you did," Felix said sulkily.

"No. Agreed with Starbuck about you having a stick up your ass, thought you were a boot-licker and a brown-noser, thought you were a collaborator, but not a coward. You don't go through with marrying this man because you're afraid of what's going to happen to either of you, then you're the worst kind of coward there is."

Felix looked down, his eyes burning.

"Look, son," Tigh said, leaning in. "I'm not any good at this, but I can say that you know what's going to make you happy, and you can't just throw it away because it might break some day. You got it? I know. I did it once."

I killed Ellen. He didn't say the words, but all three of them felt them. Felix looked up and nodded.

Ellen cleared her throat. "When you finally do get married, you be sure to tell us," she said. "Because you think you're drunk now, we're going to really drink then. Speaking of which...."

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Seven Rounds

Then you want me to compromise
To sell out my dreams, you say you'll make it worth while
Oh, boys, will you drink to me now?
Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down.
Oh, boys, will you drink to me now?
Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down...

The bar resonated with the thundering piano and three boisterous voices.

"Come on," Felix urged as the music died away. "You must know The Hedgehog Can't be Buggered."

"Can't say I've ever heard of it," Tigh admitted from his seat on the piano.

Ellen grinned evilly. "But I'll bet I can make up some words."

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Edited Date: 2010-05-29 05:09 am (UTC)

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Eight Rounds

"Sit," Tigh ordered Felix. Felix obeyed, if nothing else because he was going to fall over. "All right," Tigh said. He pointed to a key in front of Felix. "This is a C. You got that?"

"C. Got it, sir."

"Pinky there. And then hands go like this. See?"

"Yes, sir. C?"

"No, see."

"That's what I said. C."

"No, not the note C, "see" like with your eyes."

"Aye, sir."

"Gaeta, shut the frak up and let me teach you the piano, will you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now this is the C."

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Nine Rounds

The Tighs had gotten a real toilet. Felix gripped the porcelain, hoping that he was done.

Nope.

"Oh, Felix," Ellen sighed. "Guess I'd better get you some water, and some bread. I think you're going to have one hell of a hangover."

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Ten Rounds

The settlement was quiet. Here and there there were lights, but for the most part, it was dark. Tigh guided the flashlight unsteadily.

"Thanks for walking me home," Felix said, leaning heavily on Tigh's arm. "I'm not sure I could do it alone."

"A sure sign you're drunk," Tigh muttered. "Didn't think I'd ever hear that confession from you."

"Yeah, well." Felix had to concentrate more on keeping his balance on the prosthetic. "Will you get back home okay?"

"Sure, because I'm going to sleep on your couch tonight, and you're going to give me breakfast before I leave."

"Yes, sir."

"Would you stop that?"

"Yes, sir." Felix grinned into the darkness. But the grin faded fast. Already, his head was starting to pound. But they were by the stream now, the one that led out to the banks where their house stood on the same side as the Zareks', across from Sarah and Jesse and Todd and Jim. Felix felt like he was going home.

But of course, he was.

"I was serious, you know," Tigh said suddenly.

"About what?"

"If you want to learn the piano. I'll try to teach you. You obviously understand music."

Felix thought about it. "Yeah. All right."

"Good. And you can teach me physics."

"Sir?" In his drunken shock, the address was automatic.

He saw Tigh grin in the faint light. "Apparently I was one hell of a scientist," he said. "But try as I can, I can't remember that at all. Maybe bringing back some of the science will bring back some of the memories."

"We can try," Felix agreed.

The light was still on in the window of the small cabin that was now home. Louis was probably in bed, Felix realized, but the light made him smile all the same. They made it to the door, and Felix fumbled for his key.

"Nice place you've made," Tigh said when Felix opened the door.

"Thanks." It was smaller than a lot of places, but Felix hadn't realized how much they'd succeeded in making it cozy and comfortable until he saw it through Tigh's eyes. "The couch thing there is pretty comfortable," he said, pointing. "And our bathroom is through there."

"Great. Go sleep. I can take care of myself."

"All right. There's a cup in the cupboard if you want some water."

"Thanks, Gaeta. Have a good night."

"You, too. And Colonel? Thanks for everything tonight."

"Yeah, well, take it seriously. I meant everything I said."

"I know."

"And stop calling me Colonel, sir, or anything else but Saul or Tigh. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Felix said, and barely evaded the smack upside the head Tigh sent in his direction. He made his way out of the living area and back through the doorway to the bedroom.

Louis was stretched out under the covers on the big rush-filled mattress that made their bed, sound asleep, his back wedged firmly against the wall. He only stirred when Felix finally slipped into bed beside him.

"Hey, baby," he murmured sleepily. "You home?"

"I'm home," Felix said, sliding over and kissing Louis on the cheek. "Have a good night?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah. Hey, Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk in the morning."

Louis opened his eyes more fully. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah. We're not married yet."

"Oh." A smile tugged on Louis's lips, and as Felix slid closer he slipped his arm around his waist. "Yeah. We have to talk in the morning."

"Good. Good night. Love you."

"Yeah. Love you, too."

Felix passed out.

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Aww, I love this universe so much :) So fitting for the Tighs to own a bar and I love that Saul and Gaeta were able to reconcile and get to an almost father/son relationship Ellen had alluded to. It makes me really happy :)

You know, I hadn't thought that Felix might feel guilty about not being able to stop Louis from being raped. But it's so like him to and in a way it makes me even more annoyed with what he said to Louis in Battles Still Unfought. I'm glad Tigh was able to give him a bit of a kick in the ass.

Now I'm imagining Felix, Saul and Ellen getting trashed at Felix and Louis' wedding reception XD

Oh and I liked the little detail of Felix still calling Tigh "sir". I imagine he did the same on New Caprica.

And the ending was wonderful. So glad they've managed to find stability now especially after what they've been through. They deserve each other.

Thank you so much for this!

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Thanks so much! I am loving writing Atlantis fics. Except I had to remember that Hoshi couldn't be playing pyramid with Helo :( But so many happy endings.

But it's so like him to and in a way it makes me even more annoyed with what he said to Louis in Battles Still Unfought.

Oh, poor boys. They really had some rough times. However, don't think Louis was always some saint who never said nasty shit either. That ficlet was a fight that Felix instigated, but I'm betting money Louis did the same at other times. He's definitely got his bitchy side, and while the good far outweighed the bad, they had a rough ride of it for a while. But yeah, as they healed (and got a buttload of therapy- "The House That Tom Built" actually has a section with Tom and Louis going to a Sexual Assault Survivors therapy group together), they found stability and things just got better and better, until they died old and happy. :)

Now I'm imagining Felix, Saul and Ellen getting trashed at Felix and Louis' wedding reception XD

Heee. I've been debating if they were at the wedding! I'm not sure. The wedding was very, very small (also in "The House That Tom Built"), with Tom and Racetrack, Sarah and Jesse, and Todd and Jim all there. I'm debating about Anders, since they were working with him at the time and I sort of like the idea of Anders being there. But they wanted it incredibly small and informal, although I do know that afterward they went to the Tighs' and everyone knew they were getting married and there was some kind of party there anyway.

Hmmm. I think I need a name for the Tighs' bar :)

Thanks so much for the prompt, and I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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but I'm betting money Louis did the same at other times.

Oh I've no doubt. And I suspect Louis probably felt the same guilt over not being able to help Felix.*sigh* Those boys and their angst sometimes but I really like that they stuck it out. Makes me especially happy :)

Hmmm. I think I need a name for the Tighs' bar :)
I want to suggest Dionysus but that sounds a bit too...high scale for the Tighs if that makes sense. I picture them owning something like a typical Irish drinking pub XD

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That's funny- that's exactly what I picture them owning, too! I'm guessing the bar would be named after someone or something, maybe The Blackbird, which also sort of honors Laura, or The Bucket. (Actually, I can really see "The Bucket". I don't know how Ellen would like that, but that was definitely Saul's suggestion.)

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Marry that man or I'll airlock you?

I would like to marry this fic and have its babies. <3

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No (real) angst! :) Glad you enjoyed it- it was fun to write! (And I needed something lighter. The Kara-Felix one is killing me.)

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THUNDERCATS!!!!!

Dude. Not embarrassing at all. Man, the 80s had the very. best. cartoons.

(and I don't think anything could ruin Ewan's career. Let's think about what he's worked on!)

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The 80s did, although I haven't gone back to rewatch and see how they held up!

And you make an excellent, excellent point!!! :)

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Tom and Jerry doesn't hold up. Sadly, we're not the target audience anymore. (I did, however, rewatch the Disney Robin Hood recently, and I was worried that I wouldn't love it as much, but I still do.)

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Robin Hood has Allen-a-dale. It HAS to hold up wonderfully. AND it has Phil Harris. Anything with Phil Harris is good, especially when he's a bear. (Between "The Bear Necessities" and "The Phony King of England", that man had better have some awards.)

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Actually, truth? I want to read something with Felix and Louis post-Space Between Us. Weird.

It's not the "Battles Still Unfought" remix yet, but I hope this fits the bill. (I even titled it after a song, just for you. ;) )

Teach Your Children Well

“Next time Gabriel comes over here, remind me to ask him to sharpen the knives for us,” Felix said as he cut off a couple slices of bread.

He had a feeling it was his hands, not the knife, that was making the task so difficult, though. He’d expected arthritis in his knee above the amputation and known that old age (or old-ish age, which was all he would admit to around their friends) would be harder on him than it was for most people because of the stump. But he hadn’t really realized how much energy it would take just to go about the business of everyday living.

Felix pushed his glasses up his nose, mentally noting that he needed to ask Gabriel for a new prescription, too. Atlantis had the technological capacity for lens-grinding, but no one who’d made it to Earth had had the skills to actually do it. Sarah, Gabriel, and Felix had worked together many late nights, pouring over the old Pegasus library and experimenting. Gabriel had finally gotten pretty good at it. He was never going to be as precise an optometrist as the ones on the Colonies had been, but he’d made it possible for so many people to read who otherwise couldn’t have. For that, Felix was unceasingly grateful.

Felix placed the bread on the tray with two bowls of stew and some leftover cake from the retirement party. He picked up the tray and walked slowly over to Louis, who was in bed, propped up on pillows.

“You should ask Gabriel about cataract surgery,” Louis said. Their students had always accused the two of them of being mind-readers, no matter how many times they explained they’d just gotten good at reading each other’s expressions over the years. Plus, they knew how each other thought. Maybe there was a little bit of mind-reading, after all.

“They’re not that bad yet.” He set the tray on Louis’s lap, then pulled up a chair beside the bed.

“I could get to the table just fine,” Louis protested.

“I don’t want to clear it off,” Felix answered, knowing how exhausted the party had left Louis. “Years ago, we had breakfast in bed all the time. Just think of this as the old man version of that.”

Louis smiled that smile that meant he was remembering something. Felix wasn’t sure what, but there was something about knowing that he was a part of that memory, whatever it was, that made warmth spread through his chest.

They ate in companionable silence. Felix saw Louis’s hand shake when he tore the bread to dip it in his stew. The tremors and weakness weren’t usually that bad, but fatigue did always make them worse.

Louis had gotten over the worst of a mysterious new Earth disease he’d caught, but as Sarah had suspected, its effects still lingered, and probably would for the rest of his life. He had tried to go back to work when he’d first recovered, but when two of their younger students got into a fight and Louis couldn’t hold the one child back after Felix had broken it up, they’d known it was their time to leave.

Long ago, Felix’s grandmother had told him that getting old was hard work. Felix suspected that for as much of Colonial life as they’d managed to keep, getting old was even harder work in Atlantis. His grandmother had still gone swimming every morning when she was Louis’s age. It wasn’t fair.

When he got to the cake, Louis said out of nowhere, “Do you ever regret that we never had children?”

Felix set his bowl aside. “What?”

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“That we never had kids,” Louis repeated. He reached out and threaded his fingers though Felix’s gray curls. Felix could feel them trembling a little against his scalp. “We both like kids so much. You would’ve made such a wonderful father.”

Felix gently disentangled Louis’s hand from his hair and took it in his own hand. “You would have, too. But those first years...neither of us were in a place where it would have been fair to a child. Or to us.”

“I know. It’s just—I saw the look on your face when you held Gabriel’s little girl at the party today.”

A lot of their former students who’d come to the party had brought their children. A handful even had grandchildren. Felix had held a lot of babies that day.

“What are you regretting that we missed out on?” Felix asked gently. “Helping with homework? Birthday parties? Teaching them how to throw a pyramid ball?”

Louis smiled. “I would’ve taught pyramid, not we. No offense, baby, but your form was always terrible.”

Felix pretended to be insulted, but that lasted for all of two seconds before he grinned. “Cheering at pyramid games, then. Going to choir concerts. Chaperoning dances. Being there for them when they’d fought with their best friend, and when their first love had broken their heart.”

Felix could tell the moment Louis figured out where he was going with this.

“Vacations.”

Louis shook his head. “What the hell ever possessed us to think an overnight field trip to the ocean with twelve tenth-year bio students was a good idea?”

“Having funerals for pets.”

“Jenny Moseby and her old mutt that would wait for her all day on the playground. Smokey.”

“Dragging their ass through trigonometry.”

Louis laughed. “There were so many, but Benjy Fenner. Gods, he was a smart kid, but sines and cosines just would not stick in his brain. It was always so much harder to teach the smart kids when they struggled with something, because they were so used to things coming easily for them.”

“Tucking them into bed at night.”

“Danny, Dean, and Shannon Turner, after their house burned down.”

“Watching them grow up and come into their own. Watching them graduate, get jobs, get married, build families, and then having them come back to us and say, ‘You made a difference in my life. You cared about me when it felt like nobody else did. You helped me become who I am. Thank you.’”

Louis blinked rapidly, his eyes shining. Felix knew that for him, that was equivalent to most people having tears streaming down their face.

Felix’s voice cracked when he spoke again. “Just because nobody ever called me ‘Daddy’ doesn’t mean we didn’t have kids.” He gestured at the kitchen table, covered with ‘Happy Retirement’ cards and letters from former students.

“We have hundreds.”

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<3 <3 y'all are just breaking me with the adorable fic this morning!

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Glad you liked it! :D

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Eeeeee!!!!!!! Thank you so much! This was absolutely lovely and yes, it's canon, damn it :) Oh, I love the way they don't need lots of words for each other, but how they have all these children and made such a difference. And the feeling of them putting their lives into place, because they know their time is short and they're tying up their ends and making their peace with everything and themselves.

And Felix held lots of babies that day. That says SO much right there.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this!!! :):):)

ETA: (Also, did you have a specific disease in mind, out of curiosity?)

And that last bit about teaching. That broke me. I have teachers I can say that about, and I remember hearing that the teacher who inspired me to be a chemist died and crying my eyes out. And I hope one day I can have a student say that about me :)

Thanks again!!!!:):):)

Edited Date: 2010-05-29 06:18 pm (UTC)

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Yay, I'm glad you liked it!!

I thought about making it a real disease, but in part because I didn't want to bog my morning down with research, I decided it's something that Colonials didn't have any resistance to but that over 150,000 years and whatever little genetic influence the Colonials had on modern-day humans, we've evolved resistance to it. Symptom-wise, Louis is living with something like mild Parkinson's Disease, and it gets worse when he's tired.

The teaching stuff made me cry writing it. It's kind of close to my heart. Most of my family, including my mom and grandparents, have been teachers, so I kind of know it from both sides. We always had former students of theirs stopping us in restaurants and stores and dropping by the house to introduce fiances and babies and talk about everything from getting out of drug rehab to getting a great new job.

And then on the other side, I did a shameless self-insert--I'm essentially Jenny Moseby. My dog would slip her leash and walk all the way from home to school to find me, much to the teachers' chagrin. But when she died, the teachers sent my mom and me flowers.

I guess that's the long way of saying I was blessed with a lot of wonderful teachers, and I know from experience how much, even if they drove them up the wall sometimes, their students would have blessed Louis and Felix's lives, too.

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Awwww. They're so cute in their old age.

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Thanks! I've wanted to write them as old men for a long time, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

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This is precious! Can I snuggle a fic? Because I want to snuggle this. I love the way they know each other so well, and how much they still love each other so many years later.

And I've definitely had teachers who I've loved a good deal, so it's sweet that they're so loved by the people of Atlantis.

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Thanks so much! When I saw

lls_mutant's call for "Space Between Us" ficlets, I knew I wanted to do something with the two of them getting old together. It just seems like the universe to do those kinds of stories in. It was either going to be this or Louis dying and Felix and Sarah talking about the afterlife or lack thereof, but this one made me weepy enough.

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If you get bored (ha!) and want to write that, feel free :) I won't complain!

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