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Fic: Life in Mono - millarific
Fic: Life in Mono

Title: Life in Mono
Author: Millari
Characters: Gaius, Boomer, Caprica
Pairing: Gaius/Boomer (this is an asexual pairing though)
Wordcount: 2,339
Rating: G
SPOILERS: Up through Season 3 -  "The Eye of Jupiter"
Warnings: None
Summary: Baltar and Boomer are on the Cylon ship going to negotiate with the humans for the Eye of Jupiter. What would they talk about?
Author's Note: Thanks to wyrdwritere for the beta. This was inspired by my noticing that in Season 3, Boomer and Baltar never seem to talk to each other or even acknowledge each other, despite the fact that they were both on Galactica together and had some pretty intense interactions at the time.

Life in Mono

Gaius was bursting with enough nervous energy to rival a nuke.

Caprica had kicked him out of yet another Cylon strategy meeting, with that straining, high-pitched, “Gaius!” It made her sound like a frustrated mother yelling at her ten-year-old son.

It was insulting, embarrassing, and it provoked in him the desire to lash out, to be spiteful. But the worst thing about it was, he didn’t dare do any of those things, not these days. Back during the last days of New Caprica, he might have had the guts, when the Cylons were less certain, more divided, when they actually began to maybe listen to his opinions on how to handle the human population; when they had treated him like the expert he was.

But nowadays, he was less than a puppet. He was nothing to them – a favorite toy, a caprice, he thought ruefully, of Caprica’s that the other Cylons were afraid to take away from her just yet. They feared it might break their consensus apart. But he knew that they were just waiting for him to waver enough in her favor. Worst of all, he saw this happening, every day a little more.

So he did the only thing he could think of to do in this situation: He stood on the periphery of their circle, arms crossed tightly, doing his best to telegraph righteous, wounded anger. Caprica merely flashed him an annoyed look, as if to say, ‘Grow up, Gaius’ and then returned to her discussion with the others. Scowling, he stalked off into the adjoining lounge.

Someone was already sitting there in one of the chairs. He stopped short at the door. It was one of the Eights, a model of the woman he had known on Galactica as Lieutenant Sharon Valerii.

“Hello,” he said cautiously, leaning his back into the doorway frame, head cocked back over his shoulder with a false amiability. She said nothing in return. In fact, she made a point of looking away.

This was perhaps not surprising. Ever since the Cylons had landed on New Caprica, none of the Sharon models had ever strung more than three or four words together for his benefit.

“I, uh...” he ventured, manufacturing what experience told him was a charming smile, “I am surprised to not see you out there with the group, plotting away.”

She shrugged, looking for all the world like a sullen teenager. “They don’t trust my opinion on this one, I guess,” she said, still not deigning to look at him.

His eyes widened, and he understood. She was that Sharon.

“Because you used to serve on Galactica,” he completed the thought.

Finally, she turned to look at him; her eyes were hard; they held his gaze only for a moment, then looked up the ceiling. “You’re a genius, Doctor.”

He threw himself into a chair next to her. “Yeah, thanks,” he said ironically. “I’m glad someone still thinks so.”  This Sharon, and only this Sharon, was the only person he’d seen in months who still sometimes referred to him as ‘Doctor’. Other than Caprica, most of them didn’t even pay him the common courtesy of his first name. He was just “Baltar” to them, like it was a synonym for ‘burden.’

He peered at her out of the corner of his eye. Her body was completely stiff, her hands tightly gripping the chair. She had looked a bit like this back when she was a pilot, especially around the end, when she’d always looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. He half-wondered exactly what was upsetting her right now.

But Gaius didn’t do sympathy well with women, or with anyone for that matter. Despite being charming, articulate, and much smarter than anyone else he’d ever met, he had a hard time paying attention when women got like this– sentimental, brooding, angst-ridden. Generally, in these situations, he either extricated himself as quickly as possible, or else he tried distractions.

Hearing the growing clamor of the Cylons disagreeing in the other room, he decided to go with distraction. He bent his voice to reflect a small, prismatic ray of flirtatiousness.

“You know, there is something I always wondered about you back when we were on Galactica,” He wasn’t particularly attracted to her right now, but he could do this as easily as breathing.

“Oh yeah?” she said, refusing to look at him, sounding distinctly unimpressed. “What’s that?”

He turned his body around in the chair to better face her, to get in her space a bit.

“Why did they call you Boomer?” he said, his voice dripping innuendo. He knew it was inappropriate, but he figured it was a win-win situation: Either she’d flirt back, or she’d get up and leave in disgust. Both results would be fine, as far as he was concerned.

What he got back instead surprised him. Her eyes stayed gazing at the ceiling for a moment. “I know we’re going back to Galactica, but it’s a bit late to cash in that bet, isn’t it, Doctor Baltar?”

There was no trace of flirtation in her voice, nor disgust. What he heard was emotional tiredness. Well, he knew that feeling. He felt a twinge of shame at his own behavior, just a twinge.

“Uh, sorry,” he said, closing his eyes. “That was probably a stupid thing to say,” he added, after what he knew was too long a moment.

She sighed. “Whatever. Go frak yourself.”

He might have given up normally, but right now, he was feeling restless; and if there was one weakness he acknowledged in himself, it was that he couldn’t deal with people openly disliking him. On the rare occasion that this happened, he tended to become impulsive.

“Look,” he said a bit airily. “What is your problem with me, anyway? Of practically all the Cylon models, you’d think that you and I would have the most to talk about, and yet you seem to hold some sort of grudge against me. If you do, I want to know why.” He welcomed  the self-righteous anger he felt coming over him; it was a well-worn technique for him, but almost always effective.

Not this time, though. She shot him a look of disbelief. “Quit frakking with me, Doctor. You have a lot of nerve saying that after all the things you’ve done to me.”

He gritted his teeth imperceptibly. He hated when women got like this, expecting him to be a mind reader, only then to punish him if he actually succeeded. He was not going to play this game for the entire trip to Galactica.. “What?” he pounced. “What did I ever do to you, anyway?”

She stared at him for a long time. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

His head jerked back reflexively. His arms crossed. He felt his tongue slip nervously in and out. “Tell you what?”

“You lied to me,” she said, “back on Galactica. About the Cylon test. Why did you do that, Doctor?”

Oh. Right.

He looked away. No use denying. Not now. “Uh …” he stammered. “Does it matter anymore?”

“You asked.”

He looked down, eyes darting back and forth across the cold metallic floor of the basestar.

“I don’t … I … don’t know.”  The words rushed out of him, tumbling and tripping. He found himself distracted by the act of remembering her then, the way she had smiled with such obvious relief when he’d told her the lie she so desperately wanted to hear.

“I was scared, I guess,” he said in a low voice. His chest felt tight, his throat dry, painful. “I was afraid you might be dangerous.”

“Is that why you told me to kill myself?” The question burst out of her. Clearly, she had been hanging onto it for a long time. He stared at her, unblinking, processing.

“Look,” he said finally, “whatever else you want to blame me for, I did not tell you to kill yourself. I merely told you to listen to your heart.”

“You also told me that there are some things worse than death.” Each word was pointed, accusing; it overwhelmed him.

“I … I didn’t know what you would do if I told you the truth about your nature. You might have killed me, snapped my neck before I knew what hit me. I was afraid you’d destroy the fleet.”

“Were you?” Her harsh laughter ran him through like a sword. “You know what, Doctor? So was I.”

His head smacked the back of the chair. He closed his eyes. So many mistakes, he thought.

So many mistakes since the destruction of Caprica. And yet, none of them had been his fault, not really. What was he supposed to have done? Go around telling President Roslin that well yes, it was true he’d been in a romantic relationship with a Cylon just before the Attacks, but that he hadn’t actually known it? Or that an imaginary version of said Cylon lover was constantly in his head, chattering at him about his destiny to help the Cylons supersede the human race? That Hera was actually his baby, and that his imaginary lover was threatening to kill him if he didn’t keep their hybrid baby alive at all costs?

“If you were so worried about me, then why didn’t you tell anyone?” Sharon’s hands wrapped around the arms of the chair like she was practicing to throttle him. “You could have walked up to Commander Adama anytime, told him about me, and you would have been a big hero. But you didn’t. Why?”

He let his sigh roll out at her – loud, hostile. The truth was, he didn’t exactly remember why anymore. He’d like to think it was out of some kind of compassion; she hadn’t known what she was, at least not until close to the end; of that, he was sure.

“Maybe I just didn’t want it on my conscience that I’d gotten an otherwise nice young woman tossed out an airlock,” he snapped. “Besides, if you were so concerned about it, then why didn’t you say anything?”


Was that really what he was hearing? He opened his eyes in dread. He’d just made her cry.

He hated when women cried. It made him feel helpless, incompetent, completely unequipped. It reminded him of his mother, and he’d made it a personal rule ever since leaving Arielon to avoid thinking about her. He tried telling himself that she was a machine and it wasn’t the same, but he knew that that argument was pointless. He didn't think that way anymore. Hadn't for a long time.

“Wait,” he finally said, his voice conceding quiet defeat. “Don’t do that, please. Look, I’m sorry, all right? I didn’t mean to…”

She angrily wiped away her tears, trying to regain her composure.

“I just wanted it all to go away,” she said through gritted teeth, turning away, obviously trying to hide her sniffling. “It was all so unfair. I never meant to hurt anyone. And then suddenly, I found out I was the enemy. I knew if I told anyone, they’d just stop seeing me. They’d toss me out an airlock, like I’d never been one of them.”

He knew that feeling too.

Ever since he boarded Galactica after the Attacks, ever since they’d jailed him – after the ‘Shelly Godfrey’ incident – he’d saw it clearly: He would always be a single, narrow thread away from being tossed out an airlock, categorized and labeled a traitor to all of humanity as neatly as he used to organize his test tubes. They would never listen to him, never see nuances in what he’d done, the choices he’d made to try and correct matters. No. He’d just become toaster lover and that would be the end of it.

It had been months now. The woman in his head, whatever she had been, was never coming back. And without her, what did he have left? Her flesh and blood counterpart was a disappointment, and clearly he was to her as well. He had no place in her society, and his own people were never going to take him back. Not now.

Thinking back to his time on Galactica, he wondered why he’d gone to so much trouble to run away from being found out, just for the privilege of being allowed to keep running.

“You know, there are times when I wish you’d just let me die on Caprica?” he spoke softly into the air, eyes shut tight, “that your partner hadn’t spotted me in that crowd.”

He could hear her startle at that.  “Yeah,” she said after several seconds, sounding like the voice had been stolen out of her. “I know what you mean.”

He straightened up in his seat, all in one sudden move, and confronted her. “You didn’t have to go on this mission,” he insisted. “You didn’t have to go back to Galactica at all. None of the other Sharons did, so why did you?”

She stared back at him with dull, lifeless brown eyes. “I’m not sure,” she said with a barely perceptible shudder, but Gaius saw it. “To get one last look at my old life, I guess?” 

His eyes widened with surprise.

“Yes,” he said softly, after a moment. “I suppose I can understand that.”

As if it had a mind of its own, Gaius felt his hand reach out across the space between them, and rest upon the arm of her chair. His eyes closed again, and he sighed with a world-weary exhaustion.

It took a while, but then, in a single moment, her hand was there – fingers so soft, he refused to believe that any man could have fabricated them. They interlaced with his own. Her touch was tentative, like an aura hovering around his hand.

The two of them stayed that way in silence, hands woven together with the delicacy of silken threads, until they felt the ship dock with Galactica.

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From: mossymermaid Date: July 12th, 2007 01:26 pm (UTC) (Link)


This is beautiful, in character for Gaius and Boomer. And touching without being fluffy or out of character.

I love this fic. You have conveyed their turmoil well, with no easy answers either.
millari From: millari Date: July 12th, 2007 07:20 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Bravo

Thank you very much!

You have conveyed their turmoil well, with no easy answers either.

I especially appreciate this comment, because I wanted very much to see these two interact after I went back and watched Seasons 1 & 2, because they had so much to hash through; but at the same time, shipping them seemed unrealistic and wrong, and I didn't want there to be a reconciliation exactly, just maybe the hint of understanding between them that they share this strange connection in being persons cruelly selected by fate to unintentionally betray their own. I found this fascinating after re-watching the whole Boomer arc, because I'd forgotten about all these eerie scenes between them towards the end of Season 1 and the beginning of Season 2, and had to write about it. Thanks for enjoying my obsessions!
From: mossymermaid Date: July 12th, 2007 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Bravo

Excellent. I didn't especially want to read a Gaius slash/sexy fic.
You're right, shipping them would be boring and easy.

I love this strange connection they have, and you convey it very well. It's a pity they didn't drop the Three storylines. They could have showed more Gaius/Eight on the show.

But hey for fanfic! xD
millari From: millari Date: July 12th, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Bravo

Oh, and out of curiosity, where did you find my fic? I crossposted it to a few communities...

Also, your icon is hysterical, even without understanding it. What fandom is it from?
From: mossymermaid Date: July 12th, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC) (Link)

ICON: Heroes

hi there,

I saw your fic posted on the wireless http://community.livejournal.com/the_wireless/

And the icon os from a show called Heroes.

My friend raved about it so much, until I finally caved in and watched. It's good, but the characters aren't as fleshed out as BSG. Good ensemble cast though.
nicole_anell From: nicole_anell Date: July 14th, 2007 04:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
He was just “Baltar” to them, like it was a synonym for ‘burden.’
Love that line.

I don't know how I missed this before, but jeez it needed to be written! I wish they had interacted at least once, considering all the history. This is really nice.
millarific From: millarific Date: July 15th, 2007 07:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for making the extra effort to comment. I wondered if anyone else but me would be interested in this untold story, because to me, it's always seem like a glaring script hole. :)
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millarific From: millarific Date: July 15th, 2007 07:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I have to admit I find getting the LJ comments more gratifying than I probably should. I appreciate that you made the effort to comment, even though you'd already looked this over while on AIM.

And yes, "outcasts" is just the perfect word for the commonality that binds them, and which BSG apparently decided to just not talk about whatsoever. Glad you liked this.
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 18th, 2007 01:10 am (UTC) (Link)
I love getting glimpses like this--bits of time with characters who don't get a lot of attention in some episodes. Nicely done; I enjoyed reading it.
rose_griffes From: rose_griffes Date: July 18th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, and that was me. (I thought I logged in but apparently not.)
millarific From: millarific Date: July 18th, 2007 12:34 pm (UTC) (Link)


That solves that mystery! Thanks for making the effort to comment, and I'm glad you liked this. I always wanted to see more of Boomer in Season 3. There were so many possibilities of interesting interactions involving her on New Caprica - the Chief, Gaeta (who seemed to be at least semi-friends with her), Tigh (Adama's best friend) and well, yes Baltar.
danniisupernova From: danniisupernova Date: July 29th, 2007 07:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was absolutely gorgeous! Completely spot on for both characters.

The woman in his head, whatever she had been, was never coming back. And without her, what did he have left? Her flesh and blood counterpart was a disappointment, and clearly he was to her as well. He had no place in her society, and his own people were never going to take him back. Not now.

Perfect mindset summation for him.
millarific From: millarific Date: July 31st, 2007 02:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
Just wanted to say thank you for reading this and making the extra effort to comment. I had a great time writing this, and I'm glad that you found something in it that resonated with you.

IMHO, GalacticaBoomer got a raw deal from everyone concerned - Cylons, humans, and the BSG writers, who just ignored her in Season 3. I guess this is because otherwise, Grace Park would have had to keep doing lots of overtime once Athena was on the ship, but it always gave me a bit of a bad taste in my mouth that Adama comes to love and trust Athena, while Boomer isn't even allowed to get near him and is the object of such contempt in the "Eye of Jupiter" episode. In fact, once she and the Chief part ways, she never again has anyone on her side - the only possible (and dubious) exceptions being Baltar (who told her to kill herself) and Caprica Six (who manipulates her when they first meet in "Downloaded" and then in the end, kills Boomer so she won't talk about rescuing Hera).

danniisupernova From: danniisupernova Date: July 31st, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I completely agree with you! Boomer was always my favorite character and her appearance in Downloaded resulted in high pitched *squeeee* from me.

I wrote this just recently, because I was very much noodling how she was just screwed over last season. Read if you like (which I hope you do, since almost nobody has ;)
millarific From: millarific Date: August 1st, 2007 02:27 pm (UTC) (Link)

your fic

I definitely will read this. I noticed it before you ever commented actually, on one of my communities and just haven't sat down to do any fic reading this week yet. But when I do, I will definitely comment, because it looked interesting.
daybreak777 From: daybreak777 Date: October 21st, 2007 11:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is lovely. The characterization just right, from Gaius' persistent instinct to flirt to Boomer breaking into tears.

“Is that why you told me to kill myself?” The question burst out of her. Clearly, she had been hanging onto it for a long time.
Oh Boomer. She is hanging on to a lot of things. Even now. So confused and angry. And it isn't fair that Sharon gets to be the good twin. I actually hope they come back to Boomer and her issues in some way in the coming season.

I also liked the pacing of this piece. It moves to its conclusion unhurried, as if they both get to have a moment to just sit and be. I like that too.
raincitygirl From: raincitygirl Date: November 2nd, 2007 05:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh Boomer. She is hanging on to a lot of things. Even now. So confused and angry. And it isn't fair that Sharon gets to be the good twin. I actually hope they come back to Boomer and her issues in some way in the coming season.

Yeah, Sharon really did Single White Female her entire life, huh? Hera preferring Sharon was just the final insult, I guess.

I must say I too am hoping we get some resolution on Boomer in the final season. I'm pretty interested to see where she'd go from Rapture. And intensely curious as to whether anybody besides Sharon and Caprica know that she snapped and tried to kill the pop tart. Obviously, I can't imagine Boomer mentioning that part to the other Cylons after she was resurrected. But now I'm wondering if Sharon told anybody the details, and if so, who else on Galactica knows. I think it would make a difference in terms of whatever Boomer's future arc (if any) turns out to be.
daybreak777 From: daybreak777 Date: November 6th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I think and hope that Boomer will get some resolution. But I think it may end in her death, but I don't even know what that would mean. As long as Cylons can download, how is there any real resolution?

The life of an unhappy Cylon is not easy. There is no escape. It's kind of torturous. Unless the Cylon turns the tables. On Galactica, on her own kind, it doesn't really matter. Boomer taking a stand. Now this, this I would like to see!

millari From: millari Date: November 2nd, 2007 03:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry I never saw this until recently! Thanks for the lovely comments here.

Yes, I too would like to see some sort of resolution to the Boomer story arc. Maybe that isn't how life is, but yeah, it's just *not fair*. At times, Athena seems pretty unconcerned about the way Boomer's been left out in the cold. When they had that scene together with Hera, I was kind of wishing that Athena would have found some way to convince Boomer to come back with them. Of course, I'm not sure any amount of good will and convincing, even from Athena herself, would have made it possible for Boomer to return to Galactica. I don't know that Adama would ever find a way to forgive her. It seems like he was only able to "forgive" Athena after he finally came to the (obvious) conclusion that Athena wasn't actually Boomer (and several months of her Cylon psychotherapy ;D )

As for him forgiving Boomer herself? I don't know that he'll ever come to terms with her, even if he got the chance, because she seems to represent to him some sort of failure on his part.

Anyway, thanks for commenting. Nice icon too, btw.
daybreak777 From: daybreak777 Date: November 6th, 2007 02:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Sorry I never saw this until recently! Thanks for the lovely comments here.
No problem. Even with gmail, I didn't get this comment. It's so strange.

Of course, I'm not sure any amount of good will and convincing, even from Athena herself, would have made it possible for Boomer to return to Galactica.
I don't think Boomer should go to the Galactica. You know what, screw the Galactica! Is that all the Cylons care about? Humanity? I want Boomer to have her own life. With or without Adama's forgiveness. He may never forgive her. Maybe he shouldn't. She almost killed him. And how do we know that she or Athena might not do it again? We don't.

Whew! Hee, mini-rant over. :-) I just want the Cylons to be interesting again. But you know, maybe this is how they got pissed off at humanity. After serving, after trying so hard to be human, they just stopped and turned hardcore and destructive. Turned on their 'parents'. Boomer is an excellent example of this and it would be a great turn on her character for her to become some kind of loose cannon. I hope they don't forget about her. I haven't!

Yay, shiny icon! I do really love the ship, you know. But the Cylons are rather obsessed with it, I think.
raincitygirl From: raincitygirl Date: November 2nd, 2007 05:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh wow. Nicely, nicely, NICELY done.
millarific From: millarific Date: November 2nd, 2007 03:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! May I ask how you found this story? I'm rather curious about that, given it's been a while since I posted this.
raincitygirl From: raincitygirl Date: November 2nd, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
I was clea ning out my bookmarks and noticed it. I guess it was recced or something, and I bookmarked it quite a while back because I didn't have time to read i t just then, and then lost track of it. This isn't t he first time it's happened.
demonqueen666 From: demonqueen666 Date: February 28th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
I saw this ficawhile back, but for some reason I never read it. I can honestly say I'm severely regretting that now.

I really like the emotional tone of the characters in this story: the frustrated insulted way Gaius sees his own misplaced existance with the Cylons, the self-depreciating apathy of Sharon's existance. Both of these guys are really not in a happy place, especially at this moment where they're heading back to a place that part of them will always think of as home even though they both know they'll have no welcome there.

It's such a small thing to comment on, but I love that it only took one sentence out of Sharon for Gaius to realize who she was: that she's that distinctive, and that he's becoming that skilled at reading Cylons.

There are so many examples of what an excellant feel you have on Gaius' characterization here, so many sentences that completely capture him in so few words. I really applaud you.

And this in particular: he wondered why he’d gone to so much trouble to run away from being found out, just for the privilege of being allowed to keep running.
is...really really ow. But so Gaius. He's so miserable, yet he doesn't seem to know how to STOP.

I love the bittersweet way you ended this, the two of them sitting there in companionable unhappiness and understanding. It's really right for them, as horrible as that may sound.
nai_is_not From: nai_is_not Date: August 21st, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ha. I keep running into your fics, and they keep being amazing. Keep up the excellent work.
millari From: millari Date: August 21st, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Why thank you! Glad you liked it and thanks for leaving a comment.
falafel_musings From: falafel_musings Date: November 12th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry I've been so slow in catching up on your old fics. I mean that for my own sake as well as yours. These fics are so good. I need to work out which ones I've still got to read...

Oh, I love Boomer! I'm a bigger fan of Boomers journey than Athenas which is a crying shame, because Boomer never gets the same amount of time/care put into her development, especially in S3. I guess that it wasn't vital to the plot but it would've been great for Gaius to have taken time out from being Caprica/D'annas sex toy and had this emotional connection with Boomer, who he has a very interesting history with. It is a real oversight. But you made this moment so vivid it's like a little deleted scene in my head. Nobody can tell me it's not part of canon now. It slides into the story so beautifully.

I love your descriptions of Gaius amoung the cylons. His pathetic lack of status is so palable as is his sad attempts at retaining his dignity He stood on the periphery of their circle, arms crossed tightly, doing his best to telegraph righteous, wounded anger. And this line - He was just “Baltar” to them, like it was a synonym for ‘burden.’

Oh Gaius. I almost feel sorry for him, but he's still in his selfish sulking brat phase so I tend to have more contempt for him. It's so typical of his character that he can't even remember why Boomer might be angry with him. But I like how you had them sharing in the fear and guilt over not revealling the secret they both knew. Then the way you linked them again at the end - as two exiled members of Galactica crew, visiting their old home one last time.

Brilliant. Great little fic. What is your reason behind the title?
millari From: millari Date: November 12th, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, you're so nice to comment on this old fic! It's funny, I can go back and see some of my flaws in this one, flaws of being a less mature writer. But there are some things here I quite liked, and it was nice to have an excuse to go back and look at this fic again. :)

I'm glad you liked how I put these two characters together. I think they did have such an interesting history together by Season 3 and it really annoyed me that the show didn't acknowledge that at all. And they did seem quite the parallels in that episode. I don't know why the writers didn't make more of that. You flatter me to say it's your own canon! *blushes*

As for the name of the fic, well, I must admit to a tendency to turn to songs in my Itunes for title ideas sometimes. This is a song by a band called Mono. The lyrics don't really apply to the story well, but I liked the idea that both Boomer and Gaius were now at this point in the timeline living very one-note lives on the basestar, with no sense of purpose, enjoyment, or connection. So a title like "Life in Mono" seemed really appropriate for this fic.

Thanks for reading!
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