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Re-Entry 16: Video

((Backdated to before Racetrack's disappearance, sometime after this thread.))

[Private to Trip, CC: Dean]

[Honestly, as remarkable as what's happened is, it's almost as remarkable that Felix is the first one to notice. He just really doesn't spend that much time in his own quarters anymore. But he stops by to pick something up, and that's when he notices the changes. Specifically, this one, which is why the camera is currently on what looks like a very standard shower.]

...Trip? [If he sounds completely bewildered, it's only because he is.]

[Friends filter (if you think you're on it, etc. Including you, Morgana.)]

I, um... I graduated today. [He still doesn't really sound like he believes it.] And for those of you who know what I was thinking about why I hadn't, I think I was right, because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. But... whatever happens, I wanted to say... thank you. To all of you. You deserve to hear that.

Actually, that's not entirely true. I do know one thing I'm going to do next. [He smiles slightly.] The CES showed me Picon once, just once... I'm going to go to the pub, get a bottle of something, and go sit there until it shows up again. Feel free to join me.

[Private to Racetrack and Claire Bennet, separately]

I'd like to ask you a question.

[Public]

[And this one is from the CES, later, when he seems to have found both his bottle and his world. He's sitting on a long stretch of beach, a low grassy hill rising behind him, the wind and salt in his hair; and even though the sun brings out all his imperfections -- how pale he's become under the olive tones of his skin, the shock of gray hair at his temples, the dark rings under his eyes -- he looks younger and softer than he ever has before. He takes a drink from the bottle and rubs a hand over his mouth.]

Does anyone know... has anyone ever stayed on this ship without becoming a warden?

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I know. [He shoots him a look.] I told you that. [Dean trusts too much; Dean trusts him too much. He can't say he's not grateful, though, especially right now. He relaxes slightly and lays a hand on his forearm, one of the silent reminders he's starting to get a little better at, himself.]

We'll see. Having another... person... actually able to look after the place couldn't hurt. [He can't bring himself to say warden, but the rest of the idea is still a tempting one. He trusts Babs and Trip with the place now, but being on an equal footing with Megamind would be a relief.]

Then again, I don't know if I can get into the CES yet, either. [He'll be able to, he'll find, but right now everything is still so... new. He rubs his hand idly up and down Dean's arm.] I called you and Trip as soon as I saw...

[Dean meets Felix's look with a completely nonplussed one of his own; he knows Felix is the one who pointed it out, and he knows Felix is the one who has taken the most advantage of that to date. He doesn't regret it. He's probably not going to change, especially not now, not when Felix has come around to maybe accepting that that's just the way it is with Dean. Or maybe not.

The day Felix takes over the ship is the day Dean decides he'll deal with that.

The hunter raises an eyebrow, leaning into Felix a little, mostly subconsciously.] Well there's an easy way to test that, anyway. You said you were headed up?

[Felix may think Dean should just go back to work, but it's just not going to happen. Probably eventually. Maybe. Yes, he promises he won't be this person, but for now he meant it. He's still got his hand resting on Felix's hip and he strokes his thumb there idly, glancing towards the door, then back abruptly.]

You know what your item is? It's... either something you have on you all the time, or something really important to you, or both. [Dean motions at the lump under his shirt that is his brass amulet; it's pretty much the only thing he never, ever takes off.]

[He shrugs.] Well, I don't have anything important... [He lifts a hand to his own sternum, curiously touching the spot where the amulet Dean gave him is hidden beneath his own shirt. The apologetic smirk comes a second later -- all right, it's probably not a surprise to Dean that Felix doesn't think this is especially important, but he probably shouldn't have admitted that out loud.] I do wear this, though. Just like you wanted.

Otherwise... [He glances himself over, pursing his lips thoughtfully.] I don't know. I guess I usually wear... [He pulls back, suddenly, to look down at his watch. It's true, too: he takes it off to sleep, it's not sacred to him, but he does wear it very nearly all the time unless he has compelling reason not to. It's the only holdover from Galactica he does wear. He even keeps it wound and checks it regularly. There's something comforting about always knowing the time, even here.] How do I tell?

Good. [Dean's reply is satisfied and not at all offended; he is fully capable of being sentimental, the lone bastion of it in his family in fact, with his attachment to his car and his necklace and anniversaries, dates, holidays. The amulet, however, was purely practical. It's important, but not because it was a gift from Dean.

Dean glances down at the watch, too; he's of course fully aware of it in a way he hadn't realized it until Felix had pointed it out, and at that point he almost agrees. It's the one thing that has been constant about Felix from day one, anyway, from a possessions standpoint. He smirks at the question, though.]

Easy: we go wave it in front of a warden-only area and see if it opens. C'mon.

[And it really might be as simple as that. Dean had intended for it to be, anyway, trying to separate everything out into appropriate boxes, line them up against the wall out of his way; he means to go on with their day, not make a big deal, not throw a tantrum or cling like a widow or anything. Continue on. Take it a day at a time.

They're almost to the door when Dean apparently, and not exactly consciously at that, abruptly changes his mind. He's not really sure whether Felix has his arm or he has Felix's hand but his fingers close around his wrist instead and, almost all in one motion, he pulls Felix against him, turns, and presses them both into the nearest vertical surface - possibly not even that stable, but vertical nonetheless - and kisses him, not gently.]

Edited 2013-09-08 01:38 (UTC)

[Felix, too, is sure that it won't really be as simple as that in a fair number of ways, but he's settled into this strange, still-raw newness enough for the moment that he's ready to move forward both figuratively and literally. Dean gets him out of the room and he goes willingly, fiddling curiously with his watch now, rubbing it up and down his wrist as if to check it for powers. Eventually, he catches some off look of Dean's and forces himself to drop his hands, bump his arm against Dean's in that same code, that odd little sign of I'm here and I'm okay. He even takes his arm again for a second, although he doesn't plan to keep that up out here, not to mention that they're close to the door he needs anyway.

He's certainly not planning for what comes next, and he's not entirely prepared. Even if, in retrospect, he should be. He lets out a soft and not entirely dignified sound of surprise, eyes darting to either side.

Then again, no one is around... He lets himself melt a little bit into it, eyes sliding closed as he leans back against whatever Dean's got him pressed up by -- which will turn out to be the elevator buttons. Just for a second, he thinks, hands resting on Dean's chest. They've earned it.]

[Felix lets out a sound that might be protest but he doesn't actually protest, and he doesn't try to pull away, and Dean doesn't care who sees or who else is around, so Dean doesn't stop. Usually he eases into this a little less suddenly, but there's some of that sharp edge from the embrace back in Felix's cabin still there in the way that he presses closer and then closer still, molding every part of him to fit against every part of Felix that he can, and he doesn't let up the kiss. He pushes, nipping at Felix's lower lip before sealing their mouths together again, breath harsh and unsteady around his efforts.

Not that he especially tries to push them further than that; not that he thinks he could. But they've earned it, and they have it right now, and Felix is still here and maybe he'll still be here longer and maybe he won't, and for all of these reasons Dean does his best to imprint Felix in his memory and vice. When he finally registers that maybe this is carrying on too long, maybe he's demanding too much, he still doesn't ease back; he just breaks away and tilts his head slightly to one side, leaning his forehead instead against the comparatively cool wall of the elevator, breath right next to Felix's ear, arms braced to either side to hold him up from crushing him completely, eyes half-closed and unfocused

Dean places a softer, much more chaste kiss at the corner of Felix's eye, then, and finally pushes himself upright again. He doesn't have much to say for himself.]

[The problem, although it's hard to call it one right now, is that he likes Dean pushing, demanding, sometimes even when it's too much. He really does mean to only stay for a moment, but then Dean is crowding him up against the wall and biting at his lip and he forgets all sense of plan or propriety. He lets out another sound, soft, but this one can only be read as encouragement. By the time Dean stops, his own breathing has gone ragged and shaky, and one of the hands on Dean's chest has drifted recklessly down towards his stomach.

He stays quiet as Dean break away to cool off, anything but cool with his heat and weight against him, the heat of his breath against his ear. He tries to catch his own, leaning his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. The kiss that follows is sweeter, but it still makes his throat hitch, eyes falling shut for a moment. His hands haven't moved, and now as Dean pulls away he lets his fingers curl in his shirt. His eyes open to catch Dean's, very dark, both questioning and inviting.

He can't say he doesn't know what brought this on, and maybe he should say something to try to reassure him again, or to at least bring his heartrate back down. What he does, instead, is lick his lips and shoot another glance up the corridor, then drop one hand to deliberately reach up behind himself and press the elevator call button.]

I think the CES will still be there in ten minutes.

Edited 2013-09-08 14:49 (UTC)

[Dean responds instantly to the resistance of Felix's fingers in his shirt, still breathing a little harder than usual, aware of where he didn't even pull away far enough that their bodies and their clothes are still touching. His eyes meet Felix's, not really surprised, but it takes the expectation a moment longer to catch up when he puts all the signals together.

Felix checks for observers again but Dean still doesn't, eyes searching his lover's face, not for anything specific this time, just to look. His eyes are still there when Felix comes back to him, the corner of his mouth quirking when he hears the button push. He leans in again, taking his weight back from his arms so he can drop one to Felix's side, the other fetching up with his palm and fingers spread over the corner of Felix's jaw, the side of his neck.]

We are a little behind, I think... [He offers, then kisses Felix again; some of the urgency has gone but none of the heat or the intent, and that slightly desperate edge is still there, just on hold and shifted every so slightly to one side, one notch closer to pure want instead of need. That lasts until the elevator door slides open, anyway, and then Dean is moving them again without breaking away: he slides them sideways and swings them around the corner, then pushes again, crowding Felix into the corner without taking his hands off him.

Ten minutes, indeed.]

[That may be either optimistic or pessimistic, depending on one's view of things, but this is not something Felix and his watch are bothering to take measure of. He stays coherent long enough to remember to hit the stop button when the doors close. After that everything is a blur of need and desire, reassurance and release, the comfort of pure physicality. Maybe it's a reminder too, whether Dean means it to be or not, of the other things he won't ever feel again if he chooses what he's always meant to choose.

However much time passes, whatever the intention, he's left grinning and breathless, hands fumbling a little as he puts himself back together. He wipes his mouth, tucks his shirt back in, toys with his clothes and his hair and his pockets until he feels presentable again. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, still slightly flushed and bright-eyed, energized.]

So... CES?

[Dean isn't much one for manipulation, at least not intentionally; he wanted to, Felix wanted to, so they did. It's the kind of pleasure, the kind of comfort Dean is perfectly willing to give and take equally, perfectly comfortable with.

Then Felix is putting himself back together and Dean isn't much better off but he does feel better; he feels like he can breathe again, really this time, like his feet are back on solid ground. He grins at the question, wiping his hand down the thigh of his jeans again, and reaches to punch the right button this time, clearing his throat.]

Guess we'd better. Need to make sure it ain't disappeared on us. [This time it is all joking, and when they reach the deck, Dean is even still feeling good enough that he doesn't balk like he normally does. He sticks close, but he seems to be able to stand on his own now, to trust Felix will be there when he looks back. He does. He is.]

Did you ever figure your shit out in the library?

Sort of. I still need to talk to Racetrack, but... [He hesitates, takes a breath. He hasn't talked about this with anybody yet, but he's gone to the library to see for himself, and what he'd found had been better than he'd even been hoping for.

He sounds, suddenly, a little more animated, a quiet controlled note of excitement entering his voice.] I don't know why we didn't think of it before. The library has millions of books, and they're completely beyond the scope of any one world. I don't know Earth well yet, but I know you don't have any volumes on-- I don't know, quantum robotics or exobiology, but I read both while I was... [A robot.] ...studying.

There are a hundred worlds represented here, so I thought... why not a dead one? Why not ours?

[It's the fact that Felix hasn't told Dean anything about it that has him asking now; in fact he put him off last time, which Dean had honored at the time, willing to let Felix keep his privacy. Especially if it involves the library.

But now they're back to it and, ironically, Felix is talking about something that had occurred briefly to Dean in passing but not something he'd have ever followed up on himself, for several reasons. Beginning with he wouldn't know for sure what is from Felix's world, anyway, and ending with the fact that Dean may be passable at research when he needs to be, but he'll never enjoy it. He also had figured that Felix would have already thought of it.

He raises an eyebrow now, corner of his mouth following it up, enjoying the renewed vigor even if it is a different flavor from what they just left. A flavor non-existent in Dean himself.] Yeah? You find somethin'?

[Amazing as it is, he really hadn't thought of it... at least, not consciously. In a man as capable of denial as Felix Gaeta is, maybe it's actually not all that surprising that he hadn't let himself come to realize so simple a truth -- not when he's been hiding so assiduously from anything that might remind him of home and, gods forbid, provoke a feeling or two.

Whatever's changed in him, though, it's changed this, too, and he nods eagerly.] Maps, encyclopedias... even fiction. I mean, it's not labeled as Colonial, it will take a long time to accomplish more than just a preliminary search, but... It's there. Some of it, anyway.

Oh god. Is there gonna be a test later?

[Dean's groan is good-natured, his smirk kicking up a notch. He actually likes maps. Not as much as Felix clearly does, but he likes visual things. Functional things. He wonders idly if he'll be able to read maps from Felix's world like he can those from his own, but there's time for that.

They have time.]

Okay. And what are we doing with our new treasure trove of... paper? [He may not like research, but he'll always include himself in support of whatever Felix is working on as a foregone conclusion. Even though Felix will probably not always exactly want it.]

We? [He smiles, but curiously, maybe even a little doubtfully. He hadn't expected Dean to include himself in this, as much as Dean is an integral part of his life. Unless he means--] I can keep it in my cabin.

[Dean shrugs at the echo, smiling back impishly, maybe a little self-deprecating.]

What? I read.

[Dean raises an eyebrow, though, because apparently whatever it is Felix is doing it needs a place to be kept, now, and Dean's still not clear on...] What is "it?" I'm sure we can clear out a corner.

[Cabin 4-18 is not exactly bursting at the seams with furnishings.]

It. [He blinks, quizzical, elaborates:] The books. I want to talk to Racetrack about putting together a... collection. Maybe a subsection in the library. To find as much as we can, and then add our own knowledge...

[It's Dean's turn to look at him quizzically, amused. If there's some relief in it, well, he doesn't acknowledge it and he can hardly be blamed, can he?

He can't exactly help comb the library for things he doesn't even know he's looking for, although he might try anyway if he finds himself with some downtime and has some examples from Felix for what to look for. Certainly he already knows a little just from talking to Felix. Now, he waves his hand a little dismissively, though it's not the idea he's discounting.]

Bring whatever you find to the room. I'll get a bookshelf or something. And you can use the desk. I promise not to mess with it.

[It's just another way that he's moving in, another way that his own room is no longer his own, but that's a battle he's long since given up on. After all, it's not like he was planning on using the place as more than storage, anyway, maybe a study space.

Which is the one reason he does look slightly skeptical at Dean's plan now, although there's a smile hovering on his lips.] And you'll let me read?

[Dean knows exactly why that is and instead of even trying to look contrite, he goes for impish instead, raising his eyebrows in a caricature of consideration.]

Well, if my options are leave you alone so you can read, or you disappear off to god knows where to read, then yeah. Sure. [He's teasing, but he's also serious. But also teasing:] If you must.

I have work I do too, sometimes, you know.

Uh-huh. [His own smirk grows in response, but he looks pleased that Dean is on board with the project. And to have a little library corner, besides.] Thank you.

'Course. [Dean wrinkles his nose at the thanks - unnecessary, as far as he's concerned, but he'll take it; he'll take, too, the allowance on the fringes of this project if it will help in any way - then notches his chain ahead of them at the CES door.]

Get to waving. Five bucks says your item is your ridiculous IQ.

And what exactly would that look like? [But he's still pleased, and that doesn't diminish when he holds his wrist up to the panel and hears the telltale sound of the door unlocking.]

Well, there you go. Now we know.

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Re-Entry 16: Video

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