Title: Denial
Rating: G - PG-13, I think. Nothing graphic but some undertones to this might warrant a higher rating.
Summary: Gaius Baltar and Number Six discuss a wounded Apollo. Companion piece to my (unfinished) BSG2003 fan fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't bother suing me.
Distribution: Any time. - You want it, you can have it. I just want to know where it goes…
Reviews are always appreciated.
'The Captain is dying.'
Her voice was smooth, cold and steady like a snake ready to strike. Gaius' hand froze midair.
'I noticed you didn't quite tell them that. That disappointed me, Gaius. I had thought you would.' A pause. He didn't respond. 'Why do you keep them disillusioned with false hope? They will only know you for the liar you are when he finally croaks.'
Wincing involuntarily at her tone, Gaius grabbed the small flask with shaking hands, his eyes darting nervously from her advancing form to the assortment of tiny labelled bottles before him. 'That will not be necessary.'
'Come on, Gaius. You can't fool me. You aren't even fooling you right now. And we both know how easy that is.' Another pause, as she allowed the teasing, albeit far too true, tones to linger, echo between the walls of his skull. 'We also both know you are too good a doctor, however inept you may be in other fields of so called 'expertise', to harbour any hope that the young Adama will survive.'
One pale, sleek finger ran along the smooth surface of the steel table for dramatic effect.
Icy shivers ran down his spine and Gaius froze, staring at her as though entranced.
'He is only alive because we wanted him this way.' A cold smile crept across her lips, reflecting in those icy blue eyes of hers. 'For the moment at least.' She had turned from him but when she spoke her voice had altered. It was calm, almost casual. 'The second bullet grazed his lung, didn't it, Gaius? Tore right through that artery you humans really kinda need… All that pain and misery…' And suddenly she was beside him again, the last bit whispered into his ear, a nail tracing his jaw bone. 'How long would you give him before he drowns in his own blood?'
He flinched away from her touch.
'That is not going to happen.'
'Deny it all you want, Doctor. That is all you ever did. Denial was all you ever really excelled in. But,' she tasted the word as had it been an exotic wine she tried for the first time. 'Denial didn't save Caprica, did it? Denial never saved anyone or anything, not even time. And denial won't save the young Adama.'