New Fic: Battlestar Galactica
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grav_ityAN: I think my subconscious and I need to have a chat. Because…Leoben? REALLY?
Man, Hamlet has been ripped off by almost everyone! I had a quick look over the “To Be or Not To Be” speech to refresh my memory and it’s pretty much a string of episode titles! And also very fitting for this show.
Spoilers: Blood on the Scales
Rating: All in.
Characters: Roslin, Leoben
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Summary: He was, after all, her very first.
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Be All My Sins Remember'd
Leoben is the only one who will meet her eyes. Leoben, who took their side and ran from Cavil and hasn’t fallen to pieces under the pressure. Leoben, who pushed Starbuck so far past her breaking point that she entered into supernova willingly. Leoben, who held her tightly in his arms and whispered that Bill Adama was a Cylon.
She’d never told him, Bill, about that. About how she was going to order Leoben shot, or maybe drawn and quartered, or maybe just let Kara decide, until he spoke the final quiet poison in her ear and she snapped. But things she’ll never tell Bill is a dangerous subject, and when she’s come back to herself, Leoben is still watching her.
She leaves, disgusted, and goes back to the Raptor, back to what might be the last piece of the Fleet she ever touches, to fiddle with dials and cast her voice into the stars in the hope that someone overhears.
She hears a step behind her and wonders if the pilot who is not quite Athena wants her Raptor back. When she turns, she sees that it is Leoben instead. He holds a large black box in his hands and his face speaks volumes as to the unsurety of his welcome.
“I wonder, sometimes, how much space there is between an idea of a thing and the acceptance of a thing,” he says, not quite conversationally.
“Space is big,” she replies without thinking. “But we found Earth.”
He laughs, pulling air through his teeth and she remembers serpents amongst the microphones and vipers spiraling through the black.
“You trust Sharon.” It is not quite a question.
“I trust Athena,” the answer comes quickly, “I didn’t understand at first, but the more of you I see, the more I see that she is different.”
“I’m the same one.” He meets her eyes again and she doesn’t flinch. “I fought Adama right after the worlds ended, and you threw me out an airlock. The things I did to Kara…”
“I wondered,” was all she said.
“Things have changed. We’ve all changed. And we weren’t supposed to. We had a plan, a mission from God, but the Hybrid was different and when I listened to her, things made more sense for a while.
“I wanted you to die,” he continued. “And now I want us to live.”
“That, Leoben, is something we have in common.” Laura smiled at him. “Please, come in.”
Leoben stepped off the ramp and joined her in the belly of the Raptor. He balanced the box upon his knee, and showed her how to get ideas through all the space between and into the ears of her people. They didn’t touch, and they didn’t speak of unpragmatic things until after Gaeta had finally succeeded in shutting them up again.
Then…
“Do you still believe?”
“More than ever.”
“Me too."
"That’s what scares me the most.”
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fin
AN: Writing Laura is HARD because she communicates with all those gestures and facial expressions I just don’t have words for!
Gravity_Not_Included, February 10, 2009
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Also, a BSG fic rec. I still am not entirely pleased with the ending of BotS, but if it had been ANYTHING like this, I think my head might have exploded.
A Prayer for Felix Gaeta
I am reccing a BALTAR fic. That should tell you everything you need to know about how awesome it is.
Man, Hamlet has been ripped off by almost everyone! I had a quick look over the “To Be or Not To Be” speech to refresh my memory and it’s pretty much a string of episode titles! And also very fitting for this show.
Spoilers: Blood on the Scales
Rating: All in.
Characters: Roslin, Leoben
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Summary: He was, after all, her very first.
---
Be All My Sins Remember'd
Leoben is the only one who will meet her eyes. Leoben, who took their side and ran from Cavil and hasn’t fallen to pieces under the pressure. Leoben, who pushed Starbuck so far past her breaking point that she entered into supernova willingly. Leoben, who held her tightly in his arms and whispered that Bill Adama was a Cylon.
She’d never told him, Bill, about that. About how she was going to order Leoben shot, or maybe drawn and quartered, or maybe just let Kara decide, until he spoke the final quiet poison in her ear and she snapped. But things she’ll never tell Bill is a dangerous subject, and when she’s come back to herself, Leoben is still watching her.
She leaves, disgusted, and goes back to the Raptor, back to what might be the last piece of the Fleet she ever touches, to fiddle with dials and cast her voice into the stars in the hope that someone overhears.
She hears a step behind her and wonders if the pilot who is not quite Athena wants her Raptor back. When she turns, she sees that it is Leoben instead. He holds a large black box in his hands and his face speaks volumes as to the unsurety of his welcome.
“I wonder, sometimes, how much space there is between an idea of a thing and the acceptance of a thing,” he says, not quite conversationally.
“Space is big,” she replies without thinking. “But we found Earth.”
He laughs, pulling air through his teeth and she remembers serpents amongst the microphones and vipers spiraling through the black.
“You trust Sharon.” It is not quite a question.
“I trust Athena,” the answer comes quickly, “I didn’t understand at first, but the more of you I see, the more I see that she is different.”
“I’m the same one.” He meets her eyes again and she doesn’t flinch. “I fought Adama right after the worlds ended, and you threw me out an airlock. The things I did to Kara…”
“I wondered,” was all she said.
“Things have changed. We’ve all changed. And we weren’t supposed to. We had a plan, a mission from God, but the Hybrid was different and when I listened to her, things made more sense for a while.
“I wanted you to die,” he continued. “And now I want us to live.”
“That, Leoben, is something we have in common.” Laura smiled at him. “Please, come in.”
Leoben stepped off the ramp and joined her in the belly of the Raptor. He balanced the box upon his knee, and showed her how to get ideas through all the space between and into the ears of her people. They didn’t touch, and they didn’t speak of unpragmatic things until after Gaeta had finally succeeded in shutting them up again.
Then…
“Do you still believe?”
“More than ever.”
“Me too."
"That’s what scares me the most.”
---
fin
AN: Writing Laura is HARD because she communicates with all those gestures and facial expressions I just don’t have words for!
Gravity_Not_Included, February 10, 2009
+++
Also, a BSG fic rec. I still am not entirely pleased with the ending of BotS, but if it had been ANYTHING like this, I think my head might have exploded.
A Prayer for Felix Gaeta
I am reccing a BALTAR fic. That should tell you everything you need to know about how awesome it is.
