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Egkymosyni
by Meret
Title: Egkymosyni
Author: Meret
Category: Futurefic - some humor, some angst, some sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. No infringement or profit is intended.
Summary: Baltar discovers something unexpected. *eg*
Spoilers through Resistance
Many thanks to Teaphile and Zahra for their beta. Their comments were extremely helpful in writing this story. :)
If it had to happen, couldn't he have thrown-up all over Captain Adama instead of the triad pot, a pot he was about to win incidentally? The rec room was silent as they all stared at him. He couldn't ever remember being this mortified before. "I'm dreadfully sorry. I, I don't know what happened. I haven't been feeling at all well lately, but I . . . ." Baltar trailed off, caught by the sight of the captain, who could at least *try* to hide his revulsion. He was the *vice-president* after all, and winner of three Magnet Awards. Why, he had more intelligence in his little finger than --
"You're still looking sort of pale, Sir. Maybe you should go see Doc Cottle," said Racetrack.
She at least tried to hide her distaste. Hmmm, she was looking very nice lately. Maybe . . . ."Yes. Thank you. I'll do that immediately. A man in my position can't be too careful. Perhaps if you accompany me --"
She stepped back as if he were suddenly radioactive. "Uh, sorry, Sir. I have to, um, check up on some repairs."
Of course she did, he thought sarcastically. They all stepped out of range as he passed . Yes, pretty-boy Adama's looks would have definitely been improved with a coating of vomit.
* * *
"I'm nauseous and retching half the time, and the other half I can't get enough to eat." He really should have seen someone about this weeks ago, but the doctor's bedside manner didn't exactly encourage visits, which Baltar thought, was probably the idea.
"Your BP is fine, you don't have a fever, and you're not dehydrated. You probably just have a touch of the flu," the doctor grumbled, lighting another cigarette as he looked over the chart .
"Aren't you going to run any tests?" he protested. This negligence was outrageous. "There's obviously something wrong with me."
Cottle gave him an irritated glance. "Go get some rest, and for frak's sake, don't give it to anyone else. The last thing I need on this ship is an outbreak." He flipped the chart closed with an audible snap.
"I'm even gaining weight. I *never* gain weight!" Surely this odious man would see the seriousness of the problem now.
"Since I doubt you're pregnant, I suggest you go on a diet," Cottle barked, flicking ashes in his direction. "Now get out of my sick bay. I have real patients to treat." The doctor left to terrorize someone else, as Baltar collapsed against the examining table in horror.
* * *
No, no, no! It wasn't possible, he thought, shaking his head frantically. He'd simply made a mistake with the first five tests. This one would work. It had to! He added the reactive agent to the sample of his urine and waited the ten seconds.
"FRAK!" He flung the test across the room. What in the name of the gods was he doing wrong?
"Shh, Gaius." Six slipped her arms around him from behind. "The stress isn't good for the baby," she said, starting to stroke his belly.
He jumped away, bumping into a table of blood samples and making them chime. Turning to face her, he yelled, "Human men do *not* become pregnant!"
"They do if they're carrying a half-human baby," she said soothingly. "You've always known you were special, Gaius."
"That has nothing to do with it." He gestured wildly in desperation. "It's, it's a trick! You've done something to me. Something to fool the tests." That was it. It had to be!
"Our child is not a trick," she frowned, an edge to her voice. Her expression became radiant again, whiplash fast. "She's a miracle. God's miracle."
He looked up at her, shouting, "It's a physical impossibility!" Why couldn't she understand that?
"Nothing is impossible for God." She hugged him close, backing him into the table and pressing her breasts against his chest. Between kisses, she whispered, "Think about all that's brought us to this point. Your surviving the initial attack, being in that field at just the right moment." He moaned softly as she traced his erection through his pants with her fingers. A soft breath of air against his throat, her voice like the rustle of silk sheets. "None of it was an accident, Gaius. It was all part of God's plan." He heard his zipper being undone, felt her hand caressing him.
"You were chosen by God out of all humanity to bring our savior into the world."
Good, so good. "Our savior?"
"To show everyone the one true God. To save us all."
"Us . . . all?" Both hands now. His pants discarded on the floor. She always knew exactly where to touch, exactly how hard . . . . What had he been saying? So difficult to concentrate. "Who is us? Do you mean the humans? Am I going to save humanity?"
"You're going to be a wonderful father. She's going to be so beautiful, Gaius." She cradled his balls, rolling them gently as he spread his legs to give her better access. "She'll have my eyes, and your incorrigible grin. She's going to love you so much."
That would be nice. That would be very nice, yes, right there. He closed his eyes blissfully . . . no! "Even if I believe you, it wouldn't work out," he protested. "What would I tell people? They're bound to notice. They'll, they'll want an explanation of course." She stroked his cock faster now, the perfect rhythm, over and over again. Gods! He couldn't think. "Once --" Hissing in pleasure. "Once they find out she's half cylon, they'll never let her live." Gripping the counter behind him, his knees too weak to support him. "You saw what they did to Lt. Valerii. You said it yourself, humans are killers."
"God has prepared a place for us, " she purred.
"A place?" he gasped, amazed he could talk at all as her finger entered him exquisitely. He arched back, sending vials falling to the floor.
"The 13th colony. Our daughter will lead us to Earth."
"Us? Who . . . unh!" His brain surrendered as she touched that spot inside him. White hot ecstasy surged through him.
"The unbelievers will be brought to God or die. She will carry out God's will."
So close. He was so close.
"It will be glorious."
"Yes! Yes, it will be!" he yelled out, coming into her hand.
"God's will be done," said Six, licking her fingers clean.
As his body calmed, his panic returned. Clearly another tactic was in order. Baltar put his pants back on as he gathered his thoughts.
He approached Six and began to stroke her hair, speaking softly. "Dear." No. That didn't sound right. "Darling." Better. "I'm thrilled we're going to have a child, really I am. But I'm not worthy of such a great honor." He widened his eyes, aiming for sincerity. "*You* should carry her."
"I would love to," she smiled.
Yes! Victory at last! "Wonderful!" He beamed. "How do we --"
"That would be a little difficult for me however, considering the circumstances. And it's too late now, regardless." Smirking at him, she added, "Besides, I don't think you'd like me losing my figure."
Fat! Oh, gods, he was going to get fat! He began to hyperventilate. "I need to sit down." Six helped him to his chair. Frak! He could feel his stomach start to roll again.
"Put your head between your legs, Gaius," she said in concern. "You have to take better care of yourself now."
She rubbed his back as he obediently leaned over. Anything to make this horrible feeling go away. If this was "God's will" then why couldn't frakking "God" take the ungodly nausea away?
"Dr. Baltar, I brought you your winnings, and the commander wanted you to --"
He jerked upright at the sound of his visitor. Ohhhh, that had been a mistake he thought, clutching his stomach.
"Are you all right, Doctor?" Captain Adama bent down slightly to get a better look at him. "AAAAEEHH!"
Gaius smiled weakly. He had to take his victories where he could now apparently. And he was right. The captain *did* look better covered in vomit.
End
Author's Notes:
According to the online translator, egkymosyni is Greek for pregnancy.
The line about a voice like the rustle of silk sheets is blatantly stolen from Dorothy Parker.
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