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28 February 2006 @ 01:59 pm
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Because I wrote more Cylon Baby!Daddies! I'm feeling like I might snippet in this from time to time, because, y'all - Helo and Chief! Baby!Daddies! It may not make much sense if you haven't read this.

They put the crib between their racks, in the middle of the room. It’s not big – it used to be a storage closet, and even after they clean it, it smells a little like oil and rust. Hera’s crib is made of metal taken from broken wings, spare parts of the raptors and vipers that couldn’t be used. Galen and Helo sanded them down, welded them in place, padded the crib with blankets until it was soft and safe for her.

Galen doesn’t sleep until he can hear Helo stop murmuring to Hera. He sings to her a lot, quietly, tonelessly, just crooning the words to old Aerilon lullabies. Galen recognizes a few, but a lot are new to him, and even if they’re meant to comfort Hera, they comfort him, too, a little.

When she wakes up in the middle of the night, Galen’s always there first. She waves her fists and feet in the air, her red face curled up. When he lifts her, she folds her fingers around the edge of his tank top, presses her wet face into his neck.

Helo watches him, eyes catching the little light coming in through the hatch combing. “You’re good with her,” he says.

“Big family,” Galen tells him, rubbing her back. “Plus my sisters all have – had – there were a lot of babies.”

“You can get some sleep, you know,” Helo says, sitting up. “I can –“

“S’allright, I’ve got her.” Galen holds her booted feet in one hand, and Hera quiets a little.

Helo sits up and reaches over to touch her side, his fingers brush against Galen’s for a second and he smiles in the dark. “Sometimes, I can’t tell what she wants, you know? I try feeding her, or changing her, just holding her, but nothing works, You always get her to quiet right down.”

Galen ducks his head, brushes his cheek against the top of Hera’s head, “Just a burping this time. You pat her right between the shoulder blades until she’s quiet. ” Helo’s watching her with big eyes, and she’s a warm, sweet bundle in Galen’s arms, but he holds her out to Helo. “You want to hold her?”

“No, it’s okay,” Helo tells him, still rubbing her side. “Sometimes I worry that I’ll hurt her. She’s so little and I just – I can’t believe – “

“Yeah,” Galen says. “I know.”

Helo half laughs, and his hand drops back to his lap. “You ever – do you ever think that Sharon’s out there? My – her mother? She’s out there somewhere, thinking about her? Trying to get back here?”

Hera cooes into Galen’s neck, and Helo watches him with those big eyes, his face so open and the light from the corridor makes a stripe across the room. “I hope not,” he tells Helo honestly. “I hope I never see her again.”

Helo lies back on his rack and puts an arm over his eyes. “Yeah,” he says, “yeah.”
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Bone: Apollothisisbone on February 28th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Oooh, it hurts so good!!!

::chews knuckle::
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: @ - the place you areslodwick on February 28th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, heart. God, it so sweet and almost achey; I love it, and you for writing it!

(Also, oddly enough, I'm listening to Colin Malloy sing a song about his new baby, and it's insanely perfect.)
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: < - if the silence takes youslodwick on February 28th, 2006 07:10 pm (UTC)
I feel like I have to share it; if you want to (and are able) you can hear the song here... it's called "Baby Song", from Feb 6.
peeps wanna see peeps boink: hopefulmusesfool on February 28th, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, so perfectly wistful and them. They would be the best baby!daddies a girl could want.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 07:23 pm (UTC)
I own you and don't forget it! Also, you own me COMPLETELY with this. Heartbreaking and deliriously gorgeous!
cranberryink: 0: starbuckcranberryink on February 28th, 2006 07:23 pm (UTC)
You should feel free to snippet this at any time. SO GOOD, nif. So good.
Half of what I say is meaninglessfarwing on February 28th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
You made me cry. But in a good way. *sniffle*
.: galen (cerri44)hackthis on February 28th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)
I read the first line and fell out my chair. Between their racks. The baby. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *runs around in circles* I can't even get past the first paragraph.

Hera’s crib is made of metal taken from broken wings, spare parts of the raptors and vipers that couldn’t be used. Galen and Helo sanded them down, welded them in place, padded the crib with blankets until it was soft and safe for her.


I almost poked myself in the eye!

When she wakes up in the middle of the night, Galen’s always there first. She waves her fists and feet in the air, her red face curled up. When he lifts her, she folds her fingers around the edge of his tank top, presses her wet face into his neck.

My ovaries are quivering. Oh, you are an evil evil woman. I love you THIS MUCH. OMG, please to be writing this forever. I can just see Galen taking his turn and holding Hera, rocking back, and forth and patting her back while she hiccups and whimpers. And Helo's sitting on his rack, head in his hands, watching. *is in love* *is ded*
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 09:03 pm (UTC)
Okay, your ovaries quivered, but mine EXPLODED, and get this -- SHE HAS MORE IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES.

Oh, and did she tell you that you're writing us Helo/Zen Garden? No? Well -- um. You are. *smiles*

.hackthis on February 28th, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC)
WHERE IS THE COMFORT SEX?! I just had to point that out first. Now, wait, there will be more? Rilly? Don't lie to me. I am in the middle of writing Ari-fic and if you are telling me tall tales someone will suffer for it.*

I just see Galen splayed out on his rack with this sniffling baby breathing on his neck, and him telling her Gemenon mythology (learned from his mom the oracle, natch) until they fall asleep, and then Helo comes home and his heart does this little cracking thing, because OMG, Galen's the hot man from the poster with the baby! Or something like that.

Also, I am writing Zen Garden? Huh. Maybe that will turn into sex.


*I never did hear from you about the E DVDs
Adoable Frunk: Reckless!Starbucklyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
* I will put my name in the queue, darling. I can't d/l episodes to my computer, because it's tetchy.

Ari is safe for now; Nifra has more ideas for snippets, which will be written once I force her to find a title for all these other than "Antietam". Nifra'll have to tell you her ideas on how/if Chief and Helo turn slash.

If anyone can turn a Zen Garden into sex? It'd be you. C'mon, Z. We're counting on you to pull through for all the other zen gardens out there.
.hackthis on February 28th, 2006 09:29 pm (UTC)
*thinks real real hard*

Helo's first memories of gardening revolve around his mother's garden in Aerilon and dark rich dirt that squished between his fingers like mud and tasted like, well, like dirt. Helo used to eat the dirt in his mother's garden. He knows this because there are -- were -- photographs. Picture up picture of Helo in short pants or in diapers with dirt smeared in his face and in his hair. His smiling, two-toothed smile for the camera, just one of many smiles that lined the walls of his parents' home in pictures of him crying and laughing and playing with his puppets.

Helo's first Zen garden was a tiny square plot next to his mother's larger garden where she grew vegetables that never reached fruition.

Helo's mother was more concerned with tilling the soil -- to keep her mind occupied -- than with growing large vegatable. Helo used to sit and watch her till and till until all her seeds were mixed up and the radishes were in with the carrots and beans. His mother worked extrordinarily hard in her garden, but she always told Helo that she wasn't trying to grow anything anyway. Her garden was about the journey not the destination, and the day she gave Helo his own little plot she told him that he could so whatever he wished with it. He could grow, or he could dig, or he could just let it be.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 09:55 pm (UTC)
*squeals in delight* His two-toothed grin! Puppets! Journey not the destination! Zen Garden metaphors! LOVE!

*spins you*
.hackthis on February 28th, 2006 10:03 pm (UTC)
For as long as Helo lived with his parents, he tilled his tiny garden. Whereas his mother had no interest in growing anything besides her own internal calm, Helo used his plot to grow things, tiny tubers and carrots. The day he grew a proper radish, he brought it triumphantly to his parents office and showed it to their patients and to their secretary, and to them, interrupting a session they were conducting. Instead do scolding him, they hung it on their wall between innumerable metals and degrees and articles. Helo was nine.

When Helo was thirteen, he divded his garden in half, half for growing and half for following his mother way of tilling.

When Helo was fifteen all the plants in his garden died. He was beyond consolation. His mother gave him her entire garden. She said he needed the room to grow.

When he left for the academy, she gave him a small bag of dirt, several rocks and a small steel trey. "Not everything that grows grows from the ground," she said.

Helo's father just wiped the dampness from his own eyes and smiled.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 11:23 pm (UTC)
EEEEEEE. This is fantastic: Whereas his mother had no interest in growing anything besides her own internal calm

and LOL I bet the radish on the wall started to smell after awhile!

and then! "not everything grows from the ground"!! I am a weeble! See me wobble and wibble!

You are the best, doll.

.hackthis on March 1st, 2006 12:17 am (UTC)
a) I would write more now, but my ovaries can't get past the idea of Helo and Galen doting over Hera.
b) I have Ari fic all up in my face
c) OMG, job hunting is teh suck.
Adoable Frunk: blossomslyra_sena on March 1st, 2006 01:17 am (UTC)
a) it's okay, cause you've done so much already! *mwah*
b) YAY ARI!
c) *pets you* Rowing that boat with you, darling. I'll tape up your blisters if you'll rub my back.

(Anonymous) on February 28th, 2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
Antietam is the perfect name. It's way better than The Brave Little Half Toaster and Her Two Daddies.
Adoable Frunk: so dumblyra_sena on February 28th, 2006 11:10 pm (UTC)
OMFG, you try and sign in ANONYMOUSLY to DEFEND YOURSELF? AHAHAHAHA, oh my darling podlet, I am SO ON TO YOU.

.: galen (cerri44)hackthis on March 1st, 2006 12:19 am (UTC)
The Brave Little Half Toaster and Her Two Daddies.


That is the best title ever. It's certainly better than The Little Toaster That Could. Or On Top of Old Toasters. I was gonna pull out toaster to the bingo theme, but it has too many letters.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on March 1st, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)
oh god, Z? I had a reply pulled up an hour ago that said "hey, you could title it The Little Toaster That Could" -- only I thought better of encouraging the madness and wisely closed the window.

Other choices tossed about this afternoon included: Two Colonials and a Baby Cylon.

misspamelamisspamela on March 1st, 2006 12:48 am (UTC)
I'm sitting here in tears. I love you.
secret clever name: monster love3jane on March 19th, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
Oh god, wonderful!