lyssie: (six says declaring war on love is dumb)
lyssie ([personal profile] lyssie) wrote2009-11-16 09:03 pm

BSG fic: Why Colors Disappear

disclaimer: not mine
rating: R, for disturbing imagery, adult language, referenced torture (canon did it first)
set: season 2.5
character: Gina, pairings referenced: Gina/Gaius
notes: I don't even know what this is. Title is from Yoko Kanno's 'Monochrome'. The style was inspired by [livejournal.com profile] rose_griffes's recent Martha fic.

Why Colors Disappear
by ALC Punk!

You think it's ironic to hide among women selling their bodies to survive. They have only slightly more choice than you--

Perhaps that makes the difference.

-

There are times when you can pretend you're fine and it never happened.

(the lie goes something like) You're just a woman, reticent and God-fearing and you are not fair game for any clients--Jeanne sees to that, her eyes following you at the oddest moments. Not hungry; just as though she knows. Even the possibility that she's guessed some of it changes things and you're not normal anymore.

Jeanne is one of the two who doesn't sell, who runs things behind the scenes, keeping the other women in clothing and sheets, food and other essentials. She is meek and vulnerable and mild until something gets her back up, and then she is everything you once were, just without the physical strength, and it's to Paulla's credit that Jeanne's safe, the gun in her hands almost still. You think that you might learn to admire her.

Admiring a human feels wrong.

-

You would like to think there will be salvation--when you wake from nightmares, kill me echoing in your ears; God's love? the idea of the Cylons swooping in and saving the fleet with their purported compassion--

It's like a drug. It's heaven and hell all at once, knowing you would have to share, that your sisters would feel your pain a thousand times over. Taking into themselves all the things you've experienced; even second-hand, it could harm more than it would help, but the idea of their love is real, even if you can't feel it.

And you want to. You have the memories of it, hands clasped, lips turned up into smiles as you all chose your positions in God's plan.

If you cling to it hard enough, you can be free.

-

Paulla never asks why you go over your shower ration. You can't tell her that it's not enough to be clean. Sluiced in water, you can feel them again.

Hear their laughter and grunts. Almost feel--

Singing off-key under scalding water, your nails digging in as you scrub almost helps.

-

"I know some better songs," Jeanne tells you one day, her nose wrinkling a little, as though listening to you sing.

You accept the offer, and you both laugh as you stumble over the words to popular tunes from the colonies, from before-- (Jeanne always gets wistful when she talks about before)

You don't think about the artisans and musicians who didn't survive. The regret isn't yours to have.

-

Waking from nightmares is almost commonplace. Over-boiled, lukewarm tea, Jeanne and Paulla with their too-bright smiles and their wistful eyes telling horrific and ridiculous stories keep them at bay until the day can begin again.

You're not sure how to thank them, you're not even sure whether this is a good idea--Kendra was the last woman you laughed with and she destroyed your life in one moment of duty.

Humanity doesn't forgive.

-

"I have nightmares," Jeanne wanders in before bed and there's something in her movements, in the way her fingers pluck at the bed linens (washed too often, but comfortable) that makes you wonder. "--you'd think all the death and destruction would make me forget... him."

You pull up one side of your shirt, knowing there are scars there, a commonality that will give her something to grasp as she tries to run from whatever she's remembering. "Tell me."

And you don't ask why you want to know, why you let her set her own pace as you sit, legs curled under you, watching as the shadows grow deeper in the room, even as the lights stay steady. You're a Cylon. You're not supposed to be thinking of humans as something to be helped.

-

Jeanne falls asleep in your bed. You moved to the chair, so as not to disturb her when your own nightmares begin, and instead of sleeping, you watch her.

Cylons are never this cruel--could never envision such horrible things.

They simply kill. It's clean, painless. A bullet through the skull, and no more suffering.

"The Cylons didn't want this war," you whisper. You don't even consider it a lie anymore. You think about asking Jeanne about forgiveness, but now isn't the time.

-

On the other side of night is day, and Gaius Baltar. He is something you can use, but you have to be careful. He wants things you can't give anymore, things in your nature you know he expects--intimacies that make you want to run silently into the shower, scalding water already falling.

Just his touch makes you flinch.

You want to tell him it isn't his fault, but you have no way of explaining it. He saw, but he still misunderstands the extent of what was done. Even thinking that makes you flinch again.

"No, Gaius--"

Cylon strength at least has its uses.

-

Every morning, you take up the mantle of leader. You make decisions, you discuss rumors and factions. You sell politics to the highest bidder.

You know how to do these things, but you're still uncertain how God picked you.

Or even why the humans listen. It can't simply be your words, or the flirtatious subtleties that make your skin crawl at the best of times. There's something more. Perhaps you have the presence that she once claimed you had, her fingers on your shoulders, a smile in her eyes.

Thinking about before doesn't make you happy.

-

You remember once, telling the Eight, Sharon Valerii she was going to be, that you were doing God's work. God's wonderful, infallible plan that led you down a path of destruction you would never have expected.

Kneeling in front of a live nuclear warhead, biting your thumb as you think of the thousand and one things you can do with it makes you feel that maybe, possibly, there is a payoff. That God hasn't abandoned the plan or you. That this is some crossroads that will lead to the correct ending.

You have no idea which path you're going to use. But you have hope again, and that's got to be something.

-f-
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[identity profile] nicole-anell.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ack. Gina. I love this, and you for writing it.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. She still makes me sad and angsty, and sort of want to fix her, but I'm not sure that's possible. :/

[identity profile] rose-griffes.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jeanne! Paulla! Mentions of Kendra!

This is lovely and ouchy. I miss Gina now.
And now I can bask in my great influence. Or something like that. *laughs*
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
My ridiculous backstory about how Paulla and Jeanne fell in-together! heh. (I miss Gina, too, even if I'm not sure what they would have done with her)

Your influence stuck at work, where the notes for this were jotted down. =D

Thank you.

[identity profile] blue-crow.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
This was so beautiful. I love the way you use the blurred history to bring so many factions into one and use them to bring people together- women that I've hoped would have met and would have helped each other. I love the idea that Paulla and Jeanne would have known and helped Gina, and belonged to Demand Peace, and I love how you play it out here very simply but with so much emotion.

I'm glad, too, that in this line of thought she spared them when she blew the Cloud Nine. I love how you have Gina caring for them.

I would really like to talk to you about these characters and this line of thought.
ext_18106: (six says declaring war on love is dumb)

[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you =D

I really do think it makes sense for Paulla and Jeanne (especially Jeanne, who always seemed as though she needed a cause to believe in--whether, Paulla, Gaius, God or something else, like maybe Peace With the Cylons) to have been involved there, in some way. And besides, Paulla is comfortable with a gun. (my specious justification, let me show you it. =D)

I don't know that this Gina made that conscious decision. But maybe she did.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-18 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Gina is so twisted and lost, and you're right, I don't think she can ever be unbroken. It's not something anyone can survive and come back to 'all right', so to speak (they will live, but...)

Thank you =D
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[identity profile] grey-sw.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, this is great. I love the idea that Paulla and Jeanne were with Demand Peace -- that fits perfectly with their story. Gina's emotions are spot-on, too... I felt so sorry for her, and this brings it all back. Wonderful job.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you =D

As I said above, I thought about that at some point and decided it made perfect sense for part of why they were so organized with Gaiusnapping and all.

[identity profile] sunshine-queen.livejournal.com 2009-11-17 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Gina.

I loved every part of it: the way you described how she felt, her mixed reactions to other humans, her situation, including her speaking to Boomer at the beginning! It's fantastic.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-18 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
I love love LOVE the new canon about Gina and Boomer (or fanon, depending on whether that scene in The Plan IS meant to be them), and couldn't resist using it. =D

Thank you!

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/radon_/ 2009-11-17 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Gina ♥ My heart may have just broke again for her, the poor thing. This fic is amazing.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2009-11-18 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. I'm pretty sure my heart broke for her while writing it.

[identity profile] millari.livejournal.com 2010-04-29 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this is beautiful, heartbreaking fic!

I just came here after reading the great remix of this fic because it made me all curious about the original. It's just as wonderful! :)

The sense of being pulled towards inevitability in this fic is so gripping and sad. I love all the short starts and stops as days and nights pass, punctuated by nightmares and showers, and scars and creepy visits from Gaius.

As others have said here, it's the sense of Gina's compassion despite herself that really is the heart of this fic. I wanted to hug her when she was so broken and yet feeling compassion for Jeanne and Paulla (and even a little for Gaius!), even as she wondered if it's sensible for her to feel compassion for humans. Her compassion for them, even as she's going to blow them up, is the perfect thing to keep Gina from becoming just a ticking time bomb.

Masterfully done.