fic: Farscape/BSG

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: 13+ torture, language
Fandoms: Farscape/Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Pairings: referenced: Kara/Lee, Kara/Anders, Kara/Zak, Kara/random
SPOILERS. Farscape: Nerve/Hidden Memory (though this is technically supposed to be set after Peacekeeper Wars). BSG: Through Eye of Jupiter.
Prompt: Kara, Scorps, Last night on Earth... (this title sucks, but it's late, and I'm freezing)

Bolt of Blue
by ALC Punk!
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sleepy.

Sadly, this will never make it into fic: "My name is John Crichton, and I'm apparently the universe's troubleshooter and all-around helper." John muttered sarcastically as he stalked down the street. "Looking for love? Call John! Looking for ghosts? Call John! Looking for Earth? Well, that might cost ya extra!"

I love me some snarky bastards.

There is snow outside. And it's cold. I don't like cold. (note to self: your hat is on the bloody tower. Try to remember it tomorrow).

New BSG on Sunday.

Sigh. I have, like, two fics I wanted to have finished before it premiered, but I doubt that will happen. I'm like a god-damned bloody magpie. Flitting from fic to fic and never finishing anything. Of course, the good news is I entertain myself at work with massive plots.

an open letter

DEAR HORMONES,

FUCK OFF.

No love,
me.

PS. STOP MESSIN' WITH ME. You won't like me when I'm angry.
PPS. (you could all alleviate my angst and wrath by writing me Kara/Anders, Dom/Nate, Jean/Scott, or Ghost in the Shell fic)
PPS. DREAM ON IS ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE, PLEASE STOP SAYING IT'S A KARA/ANDERS SONG DAMNIT.