seriously. um. i kind of suck balls at writing for battlestar galactica.
but it's fun and i want to get better.
hence this piece of crap. xDD

GAIUS/SIX FOR THE WIN.

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Gina-Six-whatever-she’s-actually-called has a habit of asking Gaius, “What is it that you want?” And she asks it like she doesn’t already know. Like she’s not already a part of him and like she can’t peruse his mind at will, in much the same way a person would search for a good book at the library. She asks him like she expects a good answer. The only ones she ever gets are things like ‘sleep’, ‘food’, ‘sex’ (to which she always consents), and ‘in the long run, a bit of normalcy would be nice’.

Gaius doesn’t really know why she insists on asking, because his answers really don’t differ very much. He supposes it’s because she still hasn’t gotten the answer she’s looking for, but what else is there?

Money that he doesn’t need.

Check.

Fame (to a certain extent).

Check.

A cushy position, bit of political power, and (or so he believes) a humble following.

Check, check and check.

A gorgeous cylon sex machine that lives inside his mind.

Keeps him sane by driving him mad.

Usually stops him before he makes a complete fool of himself.

Loves him.

Ch- oh, wow.

Next time she asks, Gaius makes a point to respond with, “You. I need you. I love you.”

She smiles and whispers in his ear, “Congratulations, Gaius. You finally got it right.”