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two ficlets: Atlantis (Elizabeth/John pornlet), BSG (Sam Anders ANGST), R for both.
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"Why are we here again?" Elizabeth asks as he thrusts again, and her ass is past numb, at this point, but she still kind of hates the railing at her back.
"Because," he says, not stopping, "It's your birthday."
"And, what," a soft little gasp escapes her when he shifts and pushes just *so*-- "does that have to do with sex out here?"
"You think too much," John suggests.
"Whose fault is that?"
Like it's a challenge, he kisses her, keeping her from talking again.
And, really, Elizabeth is perfectly fine with that, because he's angled just right and his thumb is brushing just perfect, and she climaxes, tasting John and the not-quite-salt of the sea of Atlantea on her tongue. And it's just like coming home.
SPACE
LOTS
OF
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Because there are disturbing themes and sad things in the following bit.
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: R, adult themes
Characters: Sam Anders, Sue-Shaun, others, vague Sam Anders/Kara Thrace.
It's Sue-Shaun who finds the children, three kids who have barely survived the Cylon holocaust. Jean and Hilliard think they're the cutest things ever, and Rally smiles at them, like she actually likes children. It's Sam who stands back and watches them, and Sam who spots what Sue-Shaun missed: the kids aren't going to live too much longer.
Radiation sickness is slowly eating them from the inside-out, and since there's no cure for it (and if there were, none of them are doctor enough to effect a cure in the time they have), Sam and his people will have to watch them die.
It's the worst decision he's ever made, but Sam's watched too many people die, some of them begging towards the end to Gods who didn't listen. And these children are nearing the stage where it's nothing but endless pain and degradation.
Days like this, Sam's pretty sure the Gods don't frakking exist--maybe those crazy Cylons are right, and there's only one God, and he certainly doesn't give a frak about humans.
Sue-Shaun objects, like he knew she would, and Sam lets her talk while Hilliard and Jean get the rest of the others out. Sam promises to follow as he pours out glasses of the tepid juice they've been making from powder--it's got vitamins and minerals to keep them going, even if it tastes like rotten oranges.
It's almost easy to mix in the sedatives, and Sam's hands don't shake as he hands out the cups, raising his own and joking with the kids that this is like drinking ambrosia after a game.
They drink, and Sam talks. He tells them C-Bucs stories and Panthers stories, and minor league frak-ups. Anything to keep them laughing and drinking their juice. By the time they start falling asleep, his legs are cramping from sitting so long, and his throat is dry again. He takes a sip from his canteen and continues, watching as they drift off. This time, he talks about the crazy viper pilot he met, and her equally insane friend the raptor pilot in love with a Cylon. And how they were trying to find a way to Earth. A place full of hope.
One of the kids is barely awake enough to ask him if they'll get to see Earth.
Sam promises them, yeah. They'll see it, someday. His hand stroking through the littlest girl's hair, he promises they'll run in the grass and laugh in the sunlight, and no one will ever hurt them again.
They slip into dreams, almost happy.
It's Sue-Shaun who comes back for him, and Sue-Shaun who helps him dig until there are holes deep enough to bury the children.
Sam can't feel the tears on his cheeks as they place the last stones back.
He stumbles on their way back, and falls, but doesn't feel that pain, either. Or if he does, it only seems right that he feel it.
Sue-Shaun puts him to bed with a glass of ambrosia and a piece of metal.
Wrapping his fingers around it reflexively, Sam doesn't think he's worth that piece of metal anymore.
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mylittleredgirl"Why are we here again?" Elizabeth asks as he thrusts again, and her ass is past numb, at this point, but she still kind of hates the railing at her back.
"Because," he says, not stopping, "It's your birthday."
"And, what," a soft little gasp escapes her when he shifts and pushes just *so*-- "does that have to do with sex out here?"
"You think too much," John suggests.
"Whose fault is that?"
Like it's a challenge, he kisses her, keeping her from talking again.
And, really, Elizabeth is perfectly fine with that, because he's angled just right and his thumb is brushing just perfect, and she climaxes, tasting John and the not-quite-salt of the sea of Atlantea on her tongue. And it's just like coming home.
SPACE
LOTS
OF
SPACE
Because there are disturbing themes and sad things in the following bit.
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: R, adult themes
Characters: Sam Anders, Sue-Shaun, others, vague Sam Anders/Kara Thrace.
It's Sue-Shaun who finds the children, three kids who have barely survived the Cylon holocaust. Jean and Hilliard think they're the cutest things ever, and Rally smiles at them, like she actually likes children. It's Sam who stands back and watches them, and Sam who spots what Sue-Shaun missed: the kids aren't going to live too much longer.
Radiation sickness is slowly eating them from the inside-out, and since there's no cure for it (and if there were, none of them are doctor enough to effect a cure in the time they have), Sam and his people will have to watch them die.
It's the worst decision he's ever made, but Sam's watched too many people die, some of them begging towards the end to Gods who didn't listen. And these children are nearing the stage where it's nothing but endless pain and degradation.
Days like this, Sam's pretty sure the Gods don't frakking exist--maybe those crazy Cylons are right, and there's only one God, and he certainly doesn't give a frak about humans.
Sue-Shaun objects, like he knew she would, and Sam lets her talk while Hilliard and Jean get the rest of the others out. Sam promises to follow as he pours out glasses of the tepid juice they've been making from powder--it's got vitamins and minerals to keep them going, even if it tastes like rotten oranges.
It's almost easy to mix in the sedatives, and Sam's hands don't shake as he hands out the cups, raising his own and joking with the kids that this is like drinking ambrosia after a game.
They drink, and Sam talks. He tells them C-Bucs stories and Panthers stories, and minor league frak-ups. Anything to keep them laughing and drinking their juice. By the time they start falling asleep, his legs are cramping from sitting so long, and his throat is dry again. He takes a sip from his canteen and continues, watching as they drift off. This time, he talks about the crazy viper pilot he met, and her equally insane friend the raptor pilot in love with a Cylon. And how they were trying to find a way to Earth. A place full of hope.
One of the kids is barely awake enough to ask him if they'll get to see Earth.
Sam promises them, yeah. They'll see it, someday. His hand stroking through the littlest girl's hair, he promises they'll run in the grass and laugh in the sunlight, and no one will ever hurt them again.
They slip into dreams, almost happy.
It's Sue-Shaun who comes back for him, and Sue-Shaun who helps him dig until there are holes deep enough to bury the children.
Sam can't feel the tears on his cheeks as they place the last stones back.
He stumbles on their way back, and falls, but doesn't feel that pain, either. Or if he does, it only seems right that he feel it.
Sue-Shaun puts him to bed with a glass of ambrosia and a piece of metal.
Wrapping his fingers around it reflexively, Sam doesn't think he's worth that piece of metal anymore.
-f-
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Sam promises them, yeah. They'll see it, someday.
Beautiful.
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I want to see backstory on Caprica. That would totally make my year.
I wonder how often Sam had to convince himself she was coming back for him. And whether he ever really believed she would return.
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I totally missed that when writing it. ARGH. Sigh. I guess it works as an AU, if nothing else.
But, yeah, this is the sort of stuff--actually, I think what really made me think of it was something Dr. Simon says to Kara, about how they really can't do anything about the patients suffering from radiation sickness. And Sam and his crew HAD to have run across that, more than once.
And honestly, I think my Kara-mention was because to me (and Sam, I suppose), Kara means hope of something better... And he knows the myth of Earth, by then, too.
Thank you =)
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Mwahahaha. I miss them having sex in random places.
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