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ficlet: no title, I don't know if I ever posted this...
I really and truly don't, and I've poked around a bit, so--
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers for season 4.0, mentions of character deaths.
Characters: Seelix, Racetrack.
Rating: PG
Notes: My rage, let me show you it... although it's not so ragey,in fic form.
eta: technically, this might count as meta-fic. o.O
Maggie doesn't know why, but she senses the need to track her down. she finds her off the deck, two frames over and inside a tiny storage closet only the janitor remembers. Ignoring the dust on the floor, she steps in, peering into the semi-dark, "Seelix?"
There's a slight movement and then Seelix looks up at her, eyes catching a glint of the light in the corridor. "Hey."
"I..." Maggie's got no frakking clue why she came looking for her. "I heard. About Barolay."
"Yeah," Seelix shifts, causing the dust to rise, "You hear about Mathias, too?"
Maggie crouches, shrugs, "Report says it was an accident." Reports can lie. They both know this, by now.
"Yeah. Notice how Gaeta's still alive?" Diana's eyes turn angry and dark, the glitter from the light in the corridor fading out of them as she shifts, looking down. "And Pike. Dragon, Narcho, half a dozen marines."
"Makes you wonder," suggests Racetrack. Feeding paranoia is pointless, but she's survived one too many times to care.
"Heard 'bout you and Skulls."
Most everyone had. There were still scorch-marks on the deck. Maggie shrugs. "We lived."
"And Cally."
Everyone knew about Cally. Maggie shivers, ducking her own head. "It was an accident. Suicide."
Take your pick, one or the other. Never consider that it might be something colder and more inhumane than you ever want to know.
"You ever wonder," Seelix picks at a thread on her pants, barely able to see it, "if you'd had Bubbles as your ECO, if you'd'a survived?"
It's almost not a question. Bubbles is blond, adorable, and a great card sharp--at least, when Starbuck's not around. Not that she is, much, even now she's back from the dead. And female. Racetrack shifts, considering the question, then dismissing it, "I just have shitty luck."
"Yeah. Guess we all do."
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers for season 4.0, mentions of character deaths.
Characters: Seelix, Racetrack.
Rating: PG
Notes: My rage, let me show you it... although it's not so ragey,in fic form.
eta: technically, this might count as meta-fic. o.O
Maggie doesn't know why, but she senses the need to track her down. she finds her off the deck, two frames over and inside a tiny storage closet only the janitor remembers. Ignoring the dust on the floor, she steps in, peering into the semi-dark, "Seelix?"
There's a slight movement and then Seelix looks up at her, eyes catching a glint of the light in the corridor. "Hey."
"I..." Maggie's got no frakking clue why she came looking for her. "I heard. About Barolay."
"Yeah," Seelix shifts, causing the dust to rise, "You hear about Mathias, too?"
Maggie crouches, shrugs, "Report says it was an accident." Reports can lie. They both know this, by now.
"Yeah. Notice how Gaeta's still alive?" Diana's eyes turn angry and dark, the glitter from the light in the corridor fading out of them as she shifts, looking down. "And Pike. Dragon, Narcho, half a dozen marines."
"Makes you wonder," suggests Racetrack. Feeding paranoia is pointless, but she's survived one too many times to care.
"Heard 'bout you and Skulls."
Most everyone had. There were still scorch-marks on the deck. Maggie shrugs. "We lived."
"And Cally."
Everyone knew about Cally. Maggie shivers, ducking her own head. "It was an accident. Suicide."
Take your pick, one or the other. Never consider that it might be something colder and more inhumane than you ever want to know.
"You ever wonder," Seelix picks at a thread on her pants, barely able to see it, "if you'd had Bubbles as your ECO, if you'd'a survived?"
It's almost not a question. Bubbles is blond, adorable, and a great card sharp--at least, when Starbuck's not around. Not that she is, much, even now she's back from the dead. And female. Racetrack shifts, considering the question, then dismissing it, "I just have shitty luck."
"Yeah. Guess we all do."
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LOL, I love it.
p.s. I am very interested in the emerging CYLONPILOTS AU because CYLONPILOTS, plus given lady Cylons I SUSPECT it may be femslashy (please?), but I haven't had time to keep up with the stories. can you make a masterlist or tag or something to refer to?
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It is a sorta femslashy AU, we just hadn't gotten there. And I am far too tired to think up a tag right now, so I shall have to think about it at work. (and maybe I can boot