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Entry tags:
fic: BSG, Something in the Water, PG
disclaimer: not mine
rating: er... PG? vague innuendo, some adult talk, babies.
set: post-Daybreak.
genre: fluff, babyfic
length: 1400
characters: would be spoiling? So would pairings, I expect. After the cut, and then you can back out, shrieking.
notes: this has sat around for long enough. All mistakes remain my own.
Something in the Water
by ALC Punk!
Caprica/Gaius, Athena/Helo, Seelix/Random Two (hatesex), Paulla/Lee, Jeanne/Gaius (pre-fic), Kara/Sam(/Leoben)... I think that was everyone.
Biology worked in the favor of those who settled on Earth. Babies were a natural occurrence, and sex was a natural release of tension, and the tension of settling a new planet demanded a release of some sort, otherwise they'd all start killing each other... at least, that's what many of the pilots had long considered to be true. And just because their birth control was finally running out didn't change that fact. It just made certain things a lot chancier.
Of course, it wasn't the pilots who got pregnant first.
"I'm sorry, you're what?"
Gaius sounded as neurotic as he ever had. Caprica tried hard not to smile in a mocking manner, but couldn't quite manage a straight face. "Yes, Gaius." Her voice was sweet and she leaned closer to him, "You're not upset, are you?"
"A baby?" His voice practically squeaked. "Us?"
"I assume you know how biology works," her eyebrows went up, her amusement deepening at the way he was squirming and obviously freaking out. "And with no useful method of birth control, other than abstinence..."
"Well, yes, but, pregnant--us?" His voice did squeak, that time.
"I think it's a boy," was Caprica's serene reply. After all, he'd said 'us'. She could live with his uncertainty, as long as he remembered they were better together.
-
Jeanne had known she was pregnant before Gaius had left on his mission. She'd been sure that God would provide, that it would all turn out in the end--even as life had shown that didn't always happen, she'd believed.
And when Gaius had returned, she had realized that he was changed, forever.
Not hers, not God's, not anyone's, anymore. And maybe that was for the best. Her baby didn't need him, and she had never truly needed him, she convinced herself of that as she sat up nights, hands folded over her growing belly.
Paulla wasn't happy, but Paulla was rarely happy even as they worked their fields and made do. As much as she'd seemed to push for it, Paulla wasn't even happy when she found herself in charge. Jeanne just thought of it as hard work they deserved, having doubted God on occasion. When she was too heavy to do her work, she sometimes considered that maybe God was a little full of himself.
Not that she'd admit that to Paulla or anyone else.
When the baby came, Jeanne held onto him and named him after his grandfather.
-
"This is Samuel," Caprica said, her lips twisted a little as she looked over the baby's cap of golden curls at Ellen.
Ellen's fingers weren't really shaking as she reached out to touch the little boy, "He's beautiful. I--"
"We would have named a girl Kara--" A laugh escaped Caprica, "I wonder how many babies will be graced with names their parents wouldn't have chosen as a tribute to God's deliverance of our lives on the wings of an angel."
"Perhaps too many?" There was the suggestion of tears in Ellen's eyes as she carefully took the blanket-wrapped baby from Caprica. "Oh, Sam. You're going to be so loved."
-
Leoben hadn't really known what to make of the tiny scrap of humanity that stared up at him one morning. The baby girl's hair was trying to decide whether it was sandy brown or dark brown and her blue eyes looked disturbingly familiar.
"All things..." he murmured as he picked her up. A note fluttered to the ground and he stared at it for a moment before carefully retrieving it.
The baby gurgled a little and wriggled in his arms, so he made sure she was secure before he read the short message.
Kara won't stop laughing. No clue how this happened, but she's yours. Mine--ours, so to speak. Take care of her for us, we're not exactly good on a mortal plane--
-Sam
Trying to decide how that worked, Leoben stared down at the baby. He could feel the connection between them, the same way he did with the rest of his line (all scattered to the winds, in a manner that had felt fitting). Could feel something in the way she watched him, her eyes innocent and blue.
Ours. Leoben contemplated the implications of that, then sighed.
He was going to have to ask Caprica for advice.
-
"Baby," Hera said, her voice delighted. She patted Sharon's bulging belly and grinned.
"Yes, honey, baby." Hating the heat and how hard it was to move (suddenly, she was longing for the cold steel of her old cell), Sharon shifted a little. "You're gonna have a little brother or sister."
"Sister."
"Oh, sister," Sharon agreed, wondering if she really knew or if it was a guess. Not that it mattered. She reached out and ruffled Hera's curls. "What should we name her?"
Hera made a face and leaned closer, bumping her forehead against Sharon's arm.
Even with the heat, Sharon couldn't resist looping an arm around her precious baby girl. She hugged her, tucking her against her own side. "No name, huh?"
Fingers too-warm, Hera put her hand over a spot and murmured, "Laura."
The baby kicked.
-
For some reason, it was Paulla that Diana Seelix went to. Paulla had been sharing nominal leader-like duties with Lee Adama, though he liked to take long walks into the mountains, leaving her to worry if everyone would have enough food or shelter--in the beginning, she'd tried to simply worry about the few under her care, but Gaius had challenged her, and Adama at least had some decent ideas.
The small village of mixed pilots and civilians and toasters worked because everyone was careful not to mention old hatreds, not to let disagreements spill into feuds.
Even Seelix had come to a grudging respect for one of the Twos who shared their existence and only threatened him with death once a week.
No surprise that between them, Seelix, Hot Dog and Cottle could manage a still. That Cottle prescribed everyone alcohol as a matter of course--he still had cigarettes, after all. And nothing went with a good cigarette like a shot of something stiff.
Even less of a surprise to Paulla that hatred turned into something else.
Diana Seelix looked tired and worn as she explained the problem, her voice almost monotone. Phrases like, can't frakking believe and so stupid-- tumbled from her, every so often.
But the main thrust of the conversation confirmed what Seelix hadn't wanted to know.
"You can't kill him," Paulla warned her, trying her best for some sort of sympathy. But she'd been careful and gone out of her way to regulate herself and not get pregnant (Lee Adama's infrequent trips had helped).
"I know. We need him."
That still didn't make it easier.
Paulla made a swift decision and scheduled another trip south for foraging. She put the Two amongst the crew going, and told them to take at least a week.
-
"How many?" Lee Adama asked Doc Cottle, as he sipped at his drink. Lee wasn't sipping, Lee was perturbed.
The doctor shrugged, "Too early to tell, but it could be at least half the women in the village by next month."
Lee looked appalled, and stared at Paulla as she wandered into the hut-cum-bar-cum-surgery, "Did you know everyone was having so much sex?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "That a crime, Mr. President?"
"I'm not--"
Cottle harrumphed and stood, gathering his medical bag, "I've given you my report, Mr. Adama. I've got two other settlements to check on before next week. Good day."
When he was gone, Paulla dropped cross-legged to the ground opposite Lee and pointed at his drink. "Got another?"
Lee shrugged and handed his over, deciding that he wasn't really in the mood to get drunk right at the moment, anyway. He rubbed his hands over his face while she drank, and finally looked her in the eye, "That was a stupid thing to say."
Her lips twitched, the laughter in her eyes agreeing with him, "Possibly."
"After all," he couldn't help shifting to his knees and shuffling towards her, "Everyone needs their outlets. Everyone..."
"Has their indiscretions?"
"Yes."
Paulla's hand curled into his shirt and she yanked, pulling him off balance so he sprawled into her. "You talk too much."
Since kissing Paulla had pretty much been his goal, Lee was entirely in agreement with her. He just hoped she wouldn't cut certain portions of his anatomy off when she was done with him.
-
Life continued.
-f-
rating: er... PG? vague innuendo, some adult talk, babies.
set: post-Daybreak.
genre: fluff, babyfic
length: 1400
characters: would be spoiling? So would pairings, I expect. After the cut, and then you can back out, shrieking.
notes: this has sat around for long enough. All mistakes remain my own.
Something in the Water
by ALC Punk!
Caprica/Gaius, Athena/Helo, Seelix/Random Two (hatesex), Paulla/Lee, Jeanne/Gaius (pre-fic), Kara/Sam(/Leoben)... I think that was everyone.
Biology worked in the favor of those who settled on Earth. Babies were a natural occurrence, and sex was a natural release of tension, and the tension of settling a new planet demanded a release of some sort, otherwise they'd all start killing each other... at least, that's what many of the pilots had long considered to be true. And just because their birth control was finally running out didn't change that fact. It just made certain things a lot chancier.
Of course, it wasn't the pilots who got pregnant first.
"I'm sorry, you're what?"
Gaius sounded as neurotic as he ever had. Caprica tried hard not to smile in a mocking manner, but couldn't quite manage a straight face. "Yes, Gaius." Her voice was sweet and she leaned closer to him, "You're not upset, are you?"
"A baby?" His voice practically squeaked. "Us?"
"I assume you know how biology works," her eyebrows went up, her amusement deepening at the way he was squirming and obviously freaking out. "And with no useful method of birth control, other than abstinence..."
"Well, yes, but, pregnant--us?" His voice did squeak, that time.
"I think it's a boy," was Caprica's serene reply. After all, he'd said 'us'. She could live with his uncertainty, as long as he remembered they were better together.
-
Jeanne had known she was pregnant before Gaius had left on his mission. She'd been sure that God would provide, that it would all turn out in the end--even as life had shown that didn't always happen, she'd believed.
And when Gaius had returned, she had realized that he was changed, forever.
Not hers, not God's, not anyone's, anymore. And maybe that was for the best. Her baby didn't need him, and she had never truly needed him, she convinced herself of that as she sat up nights, hands folded over her growing belly.
Paulla wasn't happy, but Paulla was rarely happy even as they worked their fields and made do. As much as she'd seemed to push for it, Paulla wasn't even happy when she found herself in charge. Jeanne just thought of it as hard work they deserved, having doubted God on occasion. When she was too heavy to do her work, she sometimes considered that maybe God was a little full of himself.
Not that she'd admit that to Paulla or anyone else.
When the baby came, Jeanne held onto him and named him after his grandfather.
-
"This is Samuel," Caprica said, her lips twisted a little as she looked over the baby's cap of golden curls at Ellen.
Ellen's fingers weren't really shaking as she reached out to touch the little boy, "He's beautiful. I--"
"We would have named a girl Kara--" A laugh escaped Caprica, "I wonder how many babies will be graced with names their parents wouldn't have chosen as a tribute to God's deliverance of our lives on the wings of an angel."
"Perhaps too many?" There was the suggestion of tears in Ellen's eyes as she carefully took the blanket-wrapped baby from Caprica. "Oh, Sam. You're going to be so loved."
-
Leoben hadn't really known what to make of the tiny scrap of humanity that stared up at him one morning. The baby girl's hair was trying to decide whether it was sandy brown or dark brown and her blue eyes looked disturbingly familiar.
"All things..." he murmured as he picked her up. A note fluttered to the ground and he stared at it for a moment before carefully retrieving it.
The baby gurgled a little and wriggled in his arms, so he made sure she was secure before he read the short message.
Kara won't stop laughing. No clue how this happened, but she's yours. Mine--ours, so to speak. Take care of her for us, we're not exactly good on a mortal plane--
-Sam
Trying to decide how that worked, Leoben stared down at the baby. He could feel the connection between them, the same way he did with the rest of his line (all scattered to the winds, in a manner that had felt fitting). Could feel something in the way she watched him, her eyes innocent and blue.
Ours. Leoben contemplated the implications of that, then sighed.
He was going to have to ask Caprica for advice.
-
"Baby," Hera said, her voice delighted. She patted Sharon's bulging belly and grinned.
"Yes, honey, baby." Hating the heat and how hard it was to move (suddenly, she was longing for the cold steel of her old cell), Sharon shifted a little. "You're gonna have a little brother or sister."
"Sister."
"Oh, sister," Sharon agreed, wondering if she really knew or if it was a guess. Not that it mattered. She reached out and ruffled Hera's curls. "What should we name her?"
Hera made a face and leaned closer, bumping her forehead against Sharon's arm.
Even with the heat, Sharon couldn't resist looping an arm around her precious baby girl. She hugged her, tucking her against her own side. "No name, huh?"
Fingers too-warm, Hera put her hand over a spot and murmured, "Laura."
The baby kicked.
-
For some reason, it was Paulla that Diana Seelix went to. Paulla had been sharing nominal leader-like duties with Lee Adama, though he liked to take long walks into the mountains, leaving her to worry if everyone would have enough food or shelter--in the beginning, she'd tried to simply worry about the few under her care, but Gaius had challenged her, and Adama at least had some decent ideas.
The small village of mixed pilots and civilians and toasters worked because everyone was careful not to mention old hatreds, not to let disagreements spill into feuds.
Even Seelix had come to a grudging respect for one of the Twos who shared their existence and only threatened him with death once a week.
No surprise that between them, Seelix, Hot Dog and Cottle could manage a still. That Cottle prescribed everyone alcohol as a matter of course--he still had cigarettes, after all. And nothing went with a good cigarette like a shot of something stiff.
Even less of a surprise to Paulla that hatred turned into something else.
Diana Seelix looked tired and worn as she explained the problem, her voice almost monotone. Phrases like, can't frakking believe and so stupid-- tumbled from her, every so often.
But the main thrust of the conversation confirmed what Seelix hadn't wanted to know.
"You can't kill him," Paulla warned her, trying her best for some sort of sympathy. But she'd been careful and gone out of her way to regulate herself and not get pregnant (Lee Adama's infrequent trips had helped).
"I know. We need him."
That still didn't make it easier.
Paulla made a swift decision and scheduled another trip south for foraging. She put the Two amongst the crew going, and told them to take at least a week.
-
"How many?" Lee Adama asked Doc Cottle, as he sipped at his drink. Lee wasn't sipping, Lee was perturbed.
The doctor shrugged, "Too early to tell, but it could be at least half the women in the village by next month."
Lee looked appalled, and stared at Paulla as she wandered into the hut-cum-bar-cum-surgery, "Did you know everyone was having so much sex?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "That a crime, Mr. President?"
"I'm not--"
Cottle harrumphed and stood, gathering his medical bag, "I've given you my report, Mr. Adama. I've got two other settlements to check on before next week. Good day."
When he was gone, Paulla dropped cross-legged to the ground opposite Lee and pointed at his drink. "Got another?"
Lee shrugged and handed his over, deciding that he wasn't really in the mood to get drunk right at the moment, anyway. He rubbed his hands over his face while she drank, and finally looked her in the eye, "That was a stupid thing to say."
Her lips twitched, the laughter in her eyes agreeing with him, "Possibly."
"After all," he couldn't help shifting to his knees and shuffling towards her, "Everyone needs their outlets. Everyone..."
"Has their indiscretions?"
"Yes."
Paulla's hand curled into his shirt and she yanked, pulling him off balance so he sprawled into her. "You talk too much."
Since kissing Paulla had pretty much been his goal, Lee was entirely in agreement with her. He just hoped she wouldn't cut certain portions of his anatomy off when she was done with him.
-
Life continued.
-f-