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Sin City/Galactica crossover.
For the record, the Fic requests are still half-finished, since I wasn't home all day to do any of them. Although most are ending up not porn. Hrm. I think my brain is objecting to similarity in porn. It does this every few weeks.
INSTEAD!
I give you:
Disclaimer: Neither are mine, omg.
Rating: Not for kiddies, but nothing as violent as, say, Sin City...
Set: Into Kobol's Last Gleaming part 2.
SPOILER WARNING: ALL of Battlestar Galactica season one. Sin City: the first scene of the movie.
Notes: I saw Sin City this afternoon, and this idea WAS ALREADY THERE before I watched Kobol 2. I was just able to adjust it accordingly. Exactly 600 words long.
Not Stepping Down
by ALC Punk!
Laura Roslin had always hated holding cells. Dimly, she wondered if Lieutenant Thrace could tell her the best things about them. She'd heard stories about the legendary Starbuck's ability to get in and out of the brig almost like she considered it her home away from home. But then, Kara Thrace was doing the gods' work on her orders and wasn't there to tell her. The bitter irony cut deep.
The marines on duty shifted as they watched her. Uncertain. Unsure of so much in a time of mutiny and chaos. It was hard to be sure when you were at war with a race that attempted to annihilate you. And the deeper threats were from so much closer to home.
I have played out my hand, Laura thought. Every card on the table, every rook on the board.
She could only hope that Kara Thrace succeeded in gaining them the arrow. That they would be able to use it to find Earth. That the Cylons would ultimately be defeated. She might as well wish that her cancer would be healed and she would live to defeat Tom Zarek in the elections.
Endless possibilities ran through her mind. Probabilities and avenues. Adama could declare martial law. Or he could let her go with a slap on the wrist. But she knew him. He hadn't bluffed. He'd gone through with it and arrested her. It made her sick that they were at odds, and her gut clenched. They shouldn't be. The Fleet needed a firm guide, not two people fighting like children.
It occurred to her that turning Starbuck against him must have felt like stealing the lunch of a classmate on the playground. Only Adama was the bully, and she was the victim.
Time passed, and she felt dread settling in her gut. He hadn't even been able to look at her when they put her in the cell. As if she'd finally crossed the line. And perhaps she had. Pain shivered in her nerves the ever-present lover that ran her life as efficiently as Adama ran his battlestar.
"Madame President?"
She jolted out of her thoughts and looked up. The man standing in front of her had apparently relieved the men watching. Laura found herself looking at his face, perhaps trying to find peace. Young, calm, just another soldier in a war that was being fought on too many fronts.
He was holding out a somewhat battered pack of cigarettes, one sticking out from the top. "Care for a smoke?"
"I..." She wanted to laugh, suddenly. And knew it would come out hysterical. She was dying of cancer and he wanted to compound it. He couldn't know, of course. She shook her head, but moved up to the bars. "Ah, thank you. But no."
"All right." He took the cigarette himself, lit it and closed his eyes to let out a breath of smoke.
The scent wafted to her and she looked away from him.
"I could take you away from all of this."
Laura stared at him, "I'm sorry, what?"
A hand reached through the bars and he gently touched her cheek. "Take all of your cares away, make them cease to exist."
The thread of danger that slithered down her spine came too late.
Even in space, no one can hear a silencer.
The young man gently lowered her, pulling her against the bars, lips brushing her forehead. He wondered, as alarms began to blare, an announcement ringing for an emergency medical team to report to CIC, if perhaps this time, his paycheck wouldn't be worth it.
-f-
INSTEAD!
I give you:
Disclaimer: Neither are mine, omg.
Rating: Not for kiddies, but nothing as violent as, say, Sin City...
Set: Into Kobol's Last Gleaming part 2.
SPOILER WARNING: ALL of Battlestar Galactica season one. Sin City: the first scene of the movie.
Notes: I saw Sin City this afternoon, and this idea WAS ALREADY THERE before I watched Kobol 2. I was just able to adjust it accordingly. Exactly 600 words long.
Not Stepping Down
by ALC Punk!
Laura Roslin had always hated holding cells. Dimly, she wondered if Lieutenant Thrace could tell her the best things about them. She'd heard stories about the legendary Starbuck's ability to get in and out of the brig almost like she considered it her home away from home. But then, Kara Thrace was doing the gods' work on her orders and wasn't there to tell her. The bitter irony cut deep.
The marines on duty shifted as they watched her. Uncertain. Unsure of so much in a time of mutiny and chaos. It was hard to be sure when you were at war with a race that attempted to annihilate you. And the deeper threats were from so much closer to home.
I have played out my hand, Laura thought. Every card on the table, every rook on the board.
She could only hope that Kara Thrace succeeded in gaining them the arrow. That they would be able to use it to find Earth. That the Cylons would ultimately be defeated. She might as well wish that her cancer would be healed and she would live to defeat Tom Zarek in the elections.
Endless possibilities ran through her mind. Probabilities and avenues. Adama could declare martial law. Or he could let her go with a slap on the wrist. But she knew him. He hadn't bluffed. He'd gone through with it and arrested her. It made her sick that they were at odds, and her gut clenched. They shouldn't be. The Fleet needed a firm guide, not two people fighting like children.
It occurred to her that turning Starbuck against him must have felt like stealing the lunch of a classmate on the playground. Only Adama was the bully, and she was the victim.
Time passed, and she felt dread settling in her gut. He hadn't even been able to look at her when they put her in the cell. As if she'd finally crossed the line. And perhaps she had. Pain shivered in her nerves the ever-present lover that ran her life as efficiently as Adama ran his battlestar.
"Madame President?"
She jolted out of her thoughts and looked up. The man standing in front of her had apparently relieved the men watching. Laura found herself looking at his face, perhaps trying to find peace. Young, calm, just another soldier in a war that was being fought on too many fronts.
He was holding out a somewhat battered pack of cigarettes, one sticking out from the top. "Care for a smoke?"
"I..." She wanted to laugh, suddenly. And knew it would come out hysterical. She was dying of cancer and he wanted to compound it. He couldn't know, of course. She shook her head, but moved up to the bars. "Ah, thank you. But no."
"All right." He took the cigarette himself, lit it and closed his eyes to let out a breath of smoke.
The scent wafted to her and she looked away from him.
"I could take you away from all of this."
Laura stared at him, "I'm sorry, what?"
A hand reached through the bars and he gently touched her cheek. "Take all of your cares away, make them cease to exist."
The thread of danger that slithered down her spine came too late.
Even in space, no one can hear a silencer.
The young man gently lowered her, pulling her against the bars, lips brushing her forehead. He wondered, as alarms began to blare, an announcement ringing for an emergency medical team to report to CIC, if perhaps this time, his paycheck wouldn't be worth it.
-f-
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Y'know, in a good way.
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*must see Sin City omg*
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*giggles*
ooooh!
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Dude. The power structure is now fuxxored....
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