|rap541 (rap541) wrote,|
@ 2008-10-05 08:58:00
Fic - "Going Native part 63"
There's maybe one or two more chapters after this.... Most likely one... things are wrapping up.
It had to have worked, Baltar thought as he paced in his cell. It had to have worked, because no one had come for him. Laura Roslin was not one to leave loose ends. She would have seen to it that an accident occurred if there weren’t official eyes on her. The guards wireless told him that the treaty offer had been accepted. There would be some finagling and debating, and talks with ambassadors and representatives, but the people of the Twelve Colonies were soon to be official Federation citizens. Roslin had lost her chance to have him quietly murdered. The Federation had laws and that meant at the very least that he would soon have a trial.
A trial that wouldn’t end in a death sentence at least, and he suspected, based on the conspicuous silence, that he had opened the can of worms that would save him from a lifetime behind bars. He was almost certain of it. It was the waiting that made him pace.
Six watched him, her red cocktail dress a jarring contrast to the cell as always. “You look deliciously pleased with yourself, Gaius. Do you think your plan to open Pandora’s Box has worked?”
“Perhaps,” Baltar allowed. There was a chance, after all, that it would fail. He wouldn’t truly feel safe until he was off the Galactica and out of Laura Roslin’s reach.
Six looked at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. “How did the story of Pandora end?”
Teasing, he realized, she was teasing him as always and he ignored it. He continued pacing around the cell. The wireless had been noticeably silent on where Felix Gaeta was and what exactly he had done to fix the Galactica’s FTL drive and he wondered about that. It would queer the whole plan if Gaeta died. His leverage, his ability to blackmail would be gone and that worried him. If he went to the new colony with the rest of the colonial people, he was quite certain he’d be dead within a short time. But he had hope.
The brig hatch opened, and he struggled not to smile with glee as Ambassador Troi strode in, followed by two female Starfleet officers, and then Laura Roslin. Roslin looked at him with something like disgust and pity. “Dr. Baltar,” she said quietly, “I believe you’ve already met Ambassador Troi of Betazed. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher, of Starfleet, and Lt. Cmdr. Deanna Troi.”
“I brought them here to evaluate you,” the Ambassador said, her voice rolling with amusement. Baltar realized in horror that the older woman had somehow tricked him. She was not some easily fooled politician, but… something far more sinister. He tried not to panic as the Ambassador turned to the red haired woman. “Dr. Crusher, when I first met Dr. Baltar, I was… surprised that there seemed to be a second presence in his mind. Multiple personalities are rarely so distinct in humans.”
“It’s exceedingly rare as a diagnosis,” Crusher said.
“And Dr. Baltar doesn’t fit the profile,” the younger Troi said. She looked directly at him and he struggled to maintain his composure. It was like she was looking right at his soul, more disconcerting by how she broke her gaze to look directly at Six. Then she looked at the Ambassador. “I see what you mean.”
“It was odd,” the Ambassador allowed. “But after reading the reports on your Cylons, I had an idea. Dr. Baltar, you wouldn’t mind a medical scan, would you?”
“I’m not a Cylon!” he shouted. He had no idea what sort of game they were playing but he wasn’t about to fall into that trap.
“We don’t think you’re a Cylon,” Crusher said as she held up a small scanner. “We do think you’re mentally ill and unstable.” She ran the scan. “And, you’re infested with nanites.” Crusher looked at Ambassador Troi. “You were right.”
“Nanites?” Baltar felt his blood seem to freeze. Beside him, Six laughed.
“Nanites,” Crusher said again. “The remaining biological Cylons have allowed me to examine them and they all have nanites colonies that affect their personalities. Their bodies are cloned and the nanites are infused with the previously recorded memories and personalities. You have Cylon nanites. Specifically you have the nanites of a Number Six.”
Six laughed again. “I told you. I told I was inside you.”
“Shut up!” he shouted. “You are not inside me!” He realized his mistake too late.
“And who exactly are you talking to, Dr. Baltar?” Roslin stepped closer to the bars, a slight smile on her face.
“I… don’t know what you mean.” It was better to be crazy than a Cylon collaborator. Just because people from the Federation were, it didn’t mean Roslin couldn’t arrange something. “I am not a Cylon and I do not have a nanites infestation!”
“Dr. Baltar, did a Cylon ever bleed on you while you had open wounds?” Crusher asked, her tone surprisingly gentle.
The problem was that it had happened. Six had covered him with her body during the nuclear blast that hit Caprica City so long ago. The glass had gone everywhere. He had been cut in numerous places and he had been so shocked, he had cradled Six’s body for a few moments. And…. “I never even saw a Cylon until I was on the Galactica!”
“He’s lying,” Ambassador Troi said simply.
“And regardless of the nanites issue, there’s a variety of personality disorders in play here. Narcissism at the very least.” Lt. Cmdr. Troi added. “Which does lead to a problem for you, Madame President.”
“A problem?” He didn’t bother concealing the panic in his voice.
“You need professional medical help, Dr. Baltar.” Crusher said it matter of factly. “The nanites can’t be removed and they are programmed for the personality of a Number Six Cylon. It’s…. rather obvious that you hallucinate, and the separate personality that Ambassador and Cmdr. Troi sense is the personality of the nanite construct. Unfortunately we can’t remove the nanites without killing you, and personality disorders are incredibly difficult to treat even now.”
“That’s why I offered to help.” Ambassador Troi smiled, but he knew it was the smile of a shark circling it’s prey. “It’s rather obvious that the people of the Twelve Colonies don’t have the resources to handle a severely disturbed individual like yourself, but on Betazed, we have many facilities that could help Dr. Baltar or at least keep him from harming others.”
He suddenly realized just how Laura Roslin was planning to get rid of him. “I am not insane!”
“Of course you’ll get a hearing,” Roslin said. “The Federation will actually demand it. You’re quite lucky that Ambassador Troi offered to take you to a proper facility though. Frankly even with Federation assistance, it will be years before we have decent mental health facilities.”
“I am not mentally disturbed!” He shouted it again but it was clear that they weren’t listening. So he decided to try a different tact. “What about the notebook? Lt. Gaeta violated your Prime Directive! There is a notebook full of technical writing!”
“He might have done exactly as you say,” Roslin said, “but the only notebook we found was burned by Captain Thrace in front of witnesses.”
“Lt. Cmdr. Gaeta will receive a reprimand for manipulating the course of the fleet,” the younger Troi added, “ but there is no proof that he did anything more than that. You are the only witness to the notebook and even if you weren’t suffering from a nanite infestation and personality disorders, your word is not enough to condemn another man. As a Starfleet counselor, it is my duty to inform you that you do have a right to a hearing and a medical examination to determine your mental state. If you are found mentally ill, due to the personality disorders I can sense or due to the second personality lodged in your body due to the presence of nanites, you will be remanded to a facility to treat your illness. You *are* fortunate in that you’re being offered a place in a facility on Betazed. You’ll be treated with dignity and respect despite your…obvious mental illness.”
“I am NOT mentally ill!” But the women didn’t even look back as they filed out, although Roslin smirked as she closed the hatch door.
“Don’t be sad, Gaius,” Six said as she grabbed a hold of him and began unbuckling his pants. “I told you that you and I would never be alone again.”
He couldn’t help it, he screamed.