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Jun. 24th, 2012 09:29 amSix is already waiting for him when he arrives. She's sitting at one of the tables, a single slender leg curled over another, her arms folded over her chest. Her lips are pulled into a disapproving frown.
For a second, Gaius stands in the doorway, motionless and wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. But the moment soon passes and he quickly folds his slightly wrinkled shirttails back into his waistband and steps inside with the same casual ease he's practiced for the past three decades.
"Where were you?" There's a crispness in her voice that Gaius doesn't like.
"I went to visit a friend," he says as he unties his shoes.
"You went to visit a friend," Six repeats dully.
Gaius deposits his shoes next to his nightstand before he turns to face Six again. "Yes, that's exactly what I was doing." Gaius bristles with irritation. He has not the slightest idea why Six feels the need to interrogate him like this. Even if he were doing something more than just visiting said friend, what business of it was hers?
"At this hour?" Six unfolds her legs, then refolds them, so her bottom leg is now situated on top.
"Yes, at this hour!" Gaius snaps. "What are you, my mother? Are you going to lecture me for being out after curfew? You didn't seem to have a problem with this when I was spending my nights slaving over blood samples in the labs."
"It's funny you'd draw that comparison, Gaius. You didn't listen to your mother, either."
Gaius clenches his jaw tight before snapping it open again. "If I had listened to my mother, I'd be dead on Aerilon, like all the rest. I wouldn't be here, and I certainly wouldn't be listening to you tell me all about God's secret plan for me, if there even is one in the first place."
"No, if you had listened to your mother, you'd be back home along with the other 30 billion people who lost their lives during the Cylon attack."
"I'm done with this," he says, tugging off his slacks for the third time that evening. He throws them on the floor next to his bed in a single, child-like act of defiance. "I'm done discussing this."
"We are not done discussing this." He can hear her approach from behind him, the steady click-clack of her shoes against floor the only noise in the otherwise soundless room. Gaius spins around in time to find Six standing there in front of him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can push the words forward, she pushes him down onto the bed. A hand heavy on each shoulder, she pins him down so that her face is mere inches away from his own. The whole ordeal would seem almost sexual if it weren't for the menace on her face and in her voice.
"I know where you were. I know who you were with. And I know what you were doing."
Gaius swallows hard. If he weren't so intimidated by her at the moment, he might have opened his mouth and said something. But he doesn't, because after three years of this, he knows better.
"I know everything about you, Gaius," she says, her nails digging painfully into his shoulder. Gaius lets out a startled yelp, but still she continues. "I know that you want to deny your part in God's plan because you think it's easier to deal with whatever happens here than it is to go back there and face the consequence of your actions."
"I love you," Gaius warbles tenatively. "You do know that, don't you?"
There's no hiding the look of disgust that tugs itself across Six's face. "You're going back, Gaius. I will see to that personally."
Six vanishes, leaving Gaius laying in bed, still staring up at the space where Six's face had been moments before.
For a second, Gaius stands in the doorway, motionless and wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. But the moment soon passes and he quickly folds his slightly wrinkled shirttails back into his waistband and steps inside with the same casual ease he's practiced for the past three decades.
"Where were you?" There's a crispness in her voice that Gaius doesn't like.
"I went to visit a friend," he says as he unties his shoes.
"You went to visit a friend," Six repeats dully.
Gaius deposits his shoes next to his nightstand before he turns to face Six again. "Yes, that's exactly what I was doing." Gaius bristles with irritation. He has not the slightest idea why Six feels the need to interrogate him like this. Even if he were doing something more than just visiting said friend, what business of it was hers?
"At this hour?" Six unfolds her legs, then refolds them, so her bottom leg is now situated on top.
"Yes, at this hour!" Gaius snaps. "What are you, my mother? Are you going to lecture me for being out after curfew? You didn't seem to have a problem with this when I was spending my nights slaving over blood samples in the labs."
"It's funny you'd draw that comparison, Gaius. You didn't listen to your mother, either."
Gaius clenches his jaw tight before snapping it open again. "If I had listened to my mother, I'd be dead on Aerilon, like all the rest. I wouldn't be here, and I certainly wouldn't be listening to you tell me all about God's secret plan for me, if there even is one in the first place."
"No, if you had listened to your mother, you'd be back home along with the other 30 billion people who lost their lives during the Cylon attack."
"I'm done with this," he says, tugging off his slacks for the third time that evening. He throws them on the floor next to his bed in a single, child-like act of defiance. "I'm done discussing this."
"We are not done discussing this." He can hear her approach from behind him, the steady click-clack of her shoes against floor the only noise in the otherwise soundless room. Gaius spins around in time to find Six standing there in front of him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can push the words forward, she pushes him down onto the bed. A hand heavy on each shoulder, she pins him down so that her face is mere inches away from his own. The whole ordeal would seem almost sexual if it weren't for the menace on her face and in her voice.
"I know where you were. I know who you were with. And I know what you were doing."
Gaius swallows hard. If he weren't so intimidated by her at the moment, he might have opened his mouth and said something. But he doesn't, because after three years of this, he knows better.
"I know everything about you, Gaius," she says, her nails digging painfully into his shoulder. Gaius lets out a startled yelp, but still she continues. "I know that you want to deny your part in God's plan because you think it's easier to deal with whatever happens here than it is to go back there and face the consequence of your actions."
"I love you," Gaius warbles tenatively. "You do know that, don't you?"
There's no hiding the look of disgust that tugs itself across Six's face. "You're going back, Gaius. I will see to that personally."
Six vanishes, leaving Gaius laying in bed, still staring up at the space where Six's face had been moments before.
