|rap541 (rap541) wrote,|
@ 2008-06-10 05:59:00
Alpha and Omega part 62 "A Frakking Idiot"
Title - "A Frakking Idiot"
Prompt - Spring 062
Word Count - 708
Summary - Kara gets mad at someone
Author's note - Big table fic - here's the link http://rapfic.livejournal.com/8449.h
“Cylons,” she whispered to Gaeta. She didn’t point, and he didn’t do more than move his eyes, his body perfectly still. The heavy raider disgorged Centurions into the overgrown lawn of the main courtyard.
“You have to go first,” Gaeta whispered, his hand gesturing to the open door that led back down into the monastery’s basement level. It almost made her bristle in rage but she bit it back. She had the scepter so she had to get away even though her natural instinct was to send Gaeta first and back up his retreat.
And he knew that, she realized as she crawled through the brush. He was as bad as Sam, worse really because he had intentionally manipulated her like a master, and she hadn’t even noticed it. He knew she would insist on covering his retreat, and that was why he had stuffed the scepter in her ruck. She wondered how much of it was Gaeta, and how much of it was the training he was clearly falling back on. Both and neither, she realized as she looked back at him. He *had* flipped his personality, and she suspected it startled him more than it startled her, but that glint of cold icy logic she spotted in his eyes had been softened by something. She wasn’t sure what. It had been a long time, but she had met SRT vets before. Arrogant about their abilities, and clubbish, almost snobby. Like pilots in other words, except that they made it plain that there was only one way to join the club. They had their own little hierarchy of alpha and beta wolves, and she had the sense that Felix hadn’t been above it at the time. No, she suspected that he hadn’t been the mild ‘I don’t care what people think’ at all. She suspected that Felix Gaeta had embraced that side of himself, probably harder than he should have, just to prove himself. It was where the coldness in his combat personality came from, and she had enough of it herself to see the value.
But at the same time, he was protecting her. He had put the scepter in her ruck intentionally so that she would be forced to retreat. Because he knew she would put the mission first. The numbers the scepter had shown, she knew it was important. He knew it was important.
She just couldn’t fathom what he was thinking, beyond preserving her as the pilot. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t fly the Raptor himself. He wasn’t good, but he could manage. It was the sort of nonsense she expected from Lee or Sam.
Ignore it, she told herself. I’ll figure it out on the Galactica. She slid up to the stone wall and readied her rifle. It was Felix’s turn to maneuver through the brush, and she was seconds from the safety of the cellar and the tunnels. She wasn’t going to just cut and run and hope he caught up.
“Come on,” she whispered as Felix edged his way closer. The Centurions were numerous but they were concentrated closer to the main temple. She stepped back, against the wall and the open door, hanging heavy on its hinges and springs, slowly began to close. The whine in the springs felt like a gunshot to her ears even as she grabbed the door. All of the Centurions spun around and looked directly at her. Oh frak, she thought.
“Frak!” She turned to see Felix pop up out of the brush. He pointed to the wooded hillside. “Get down! I’ll take the scepter and come back for you!” And with that he was off like a shot, running to the steep cliffs and diving for cover.
“Son of a bitch!” she cried as she ran into the dark cellar, but she didn’t stop or turn around. The bastard had stolen her job. She was the foolhardy idiot that ran into the guns, and he had manipulated her away from it. Make it count, she told herself as the gunfire started. He’s smart, he’ll get down the mountainside.
And if he didn’t, she would have to do something about it. Just so she could call him out as a frakking idiot.