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challenges, fanfic, fic:gen

Ficlet: Morning Duties 1/1
Title: Morning Duties.
By: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica.
Rated: Gen
Timeline: Post 2.0
Warnings: Gaeta Musings.
Summary: Lieutenant Gaeta goes about his morning duty.
Author's Note: As Requested By Evil Goderator Rap

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Walking down the corridor, Felix kept his eyes on the clipboard in his hand. There was no need to look up as he had walked this same route for five years. Besides, crew duty rosters were far more important than acknowledging the same people again and again. They knew he knew they existed, that was enough.

He paused in his mental calculations over that last thought. Raising an eyebrow, he frowned. That sounded far too much like the Colonel for his liking. Making a mental note to review his mental status, he went back to his work.

The interruption caused a lapse in his mental routine that required a quick check to regain his barrings. Glancing about him, he immediately oriented himself and his train of thoughts clicked back in to place.

Crew rosters, corridor thirteen, command deck.

Nodding to himself, he started forward once more. The sounds of his boots echoed off the deck in a measured tattoo designed to help keep his thoughts.

The Captain had CAP duty o'eight hundred until fourteen hundred hours. That meant the briefing for potential new recruits would have to be postponed until at least sixteen hundred hours.

Marking this down with his pen, he stepped aside to let a marine guard pass. This was a little unusual since it was only Wednesday. Dr. Baltar's armed escort out of the CIC usually happened on Thursdays. Marking this down too, he made a special annotation to slip the guards something extra for their trouble from his personal larder.

Crewman Specialist Drumond had requested a change in her location. After two years in the waste reclamation crew on C-Deck, she was experiencing nervous reactions to her work environment.

A star by her name indicated that she was more often taking breaks and complaining than actually doing here duty. A reassignment to the waste reclamation duty for civilian ships that docked with Galactica would suit her request.

Felix jotted this down with a smiley face next to it. The symbol was to indicate the person would most likely be coming in for another reassignment soon. Trouble makers got shuffled from department to department like a faux Cubit.

He was two junctions away from the CIC when something made his nose twitch. Tearing himself away from his thoughts, he identified the source as a cheap body wash. Felix closed his eyes as the stink became stronger. It wasn't the what, but a who that was familiar. Cheeks burning, he realized there was no way to avoid them.

Heavy footsteps resounding off the deck was the only warning before their maker came around the bend. Stopping, a smile curled full lips. "Hello there, Gaeta."

Swallowing, Felix tried to avoid their gaze. This was the last person in the universe he wanted to run in to, especially after last night. He had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "Good morning...

THE REST OF THIS FIC HAS BEEN TRUNCATED BY REQUEST OF EVIL MODERATOR RAP.