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SCAM: Babylon 5, Replacements, vague sex
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: er... not for the kiddies.
Set: anytime past the first episode with Bester.
Pairing: Susan/Talia
Archive: Please ask.
Notes: I actually began this directly after that episode (I don't remember what it was called), and have now seen up through Divide Loyalties. The frustrating thing is that I don't remember where I was going with this. But I do know that it was going to be short anyway.
I may rip it to shreds at some point and write it again. Right now, I'm irritated with it.
Hah. And Word Perfect doesn't like the word 'telepath'....
Replacements
by ALC Punk!
"I'm not a telepath."
Susan had said that, at some point. But Talia hadn't listened, hadn't wanted to listen.
And it wasn't until now, when it's been months since this began that she begins to understand something.
Sometimes, she thinks it's love that bonds her to the dark-haired woman. Love or lust as she's sliding fingers over that skin. Her skin. Mine, she likes to claim in her head while Ivanova shatters into a hundred tiny pieces of soul around them.
But it's not.
In the dark, when Susan leaves, sliding away, her skin covered again in a dark blue robe, Talia understands the world.
This isn't supposed to be love, but there is bitterness seeping in. A bitterness that grips her every time the day-time claims her lover. Every morning she wakes alone.
"I can't share the ultimate intimacy with you."
The words had hurt, almost, except that it wasn't supposed to be about intimacy. It was about fucking and pleasure and making each other ache for days. Until it was about intimacy, an intimacy so big Talia hid from it.
Weariness fills her, some days; she doesn't want to get out of bed.
She has a job to do.
Routine fills her days: get up, get showered, get dressed for the business of the day. Which isn't pleasure, which isn't even love. It's a hundred thousand petty jealousies and lies coloring her mind until she wants a mental scrub brush to remove them.
Garibaldi's overt flirtatiousness is almost a relief.
Talia remembers, once, trying to explain to Garibaldi why it was harder for telepaths to be intimate with non-telepaths. She likes to think his eyes glazed over halfway through because he was bored. Never checked. That would be cheating. And wrong.
But Susan knows, understands. "Sinclair told me, once," she says.
And Talia distracts her from it expertly until they've both forgotten it.
My mother was a telepath... It would be so easy. Just slip delicately into Susan's mind. Slide across her memories. See if she actually has no potential (telepathy runs in families, otherwise the Psi Corps wouldn't promote arranged telepathic alliances). Call her on the lie.
But that's something she doesn't want to do.
Yet.
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Set: anytime past the first episode with Bester.
Pairing: Susan/Talia
Archive: Please ask.
Notes: I actually began this directly after that episode (I don't remember what it was called), and have now seen up through Divide Loyalties. The frustrating thing is that I don't remember where I was going with this. But I do know that it was going to be short anyway.
I may rip it to shreds at some point and write it again. Right now, I'm irritated with it.
Hah. And Word Perfect doesn't like the word 'telepath'....
Replacements
by ALC Punk!
"I'm not a telepath."
Susan had said that, at some point. But Talia hadn't listened, hadn't wanted to listen.
And it wasn't until now, when it's been months since this began that she begins to understand something.
Sometimes, she thinks it's love that bonds her to the dark-haired woman. Love or lust as she's sliding fingers over that skin. Her skin. Mine, she likes to claim in her head while Ivanova shatters into a hundred tiny pieces of soul around them.
But it's not.
In the dark, when Susan leaves, sliding away, her skin covered again in a dark blue robe, Talia understands the world.
This isn't supposed to be love, but there is bitterness seeping in. A bitterness that grips her every time the day-time claims her lover. Every morning she wakes alone.
"I can't share the ultimate intimacy with you."
The words had hurt, almost, except that it wasn't supposed to be about intimacy. It was about fucking and pleasure and making each other ache for days. Until it was about intimacy, an intimacy so big Talia hid from it.
Weariness fills her, some days; she doesn't want to get out of bed.
She has a job to do.
Routine fills her days: get up, get showered, get dressed for the business of the day. Which isn't pleasure, which isn't even love. It's a hundred thousand petty jealousies and lies coloring her mind until she wants a mental scrub brush to remove them.
Garibaldi's overt flirtatiousness is almost a relief.
Talia remembers, once, trying to explain to Garibaldi why it was harder for telepaths to be intimate with non-telepaths. She likes to think his eyes glazed over halfway through because he was bored. Never checked. That would be cheating. And wrong.
But Susan knows, understands. "Sinclair told me, once," she says.
And Talia distracts her from it expertly until they've both forgotten it.
My mother was a telepath... It would be so easy. Just slip delicately into Susan's mind. Slide across her memories. See if she actually has no potential (telepathy runs in families, otherwise the Psi Corps wouldn't promote arranged telepathic alliances). Call her on the lie.
But that's something she doesn't want to do.
Yet.
-f-
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And Word Perfect is teh eval. Yikes.
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And you even mentioned Garibaldi and I LOVE YOU SO. :) *delighted*
I think that "Do you know what it's like when telepaths make love, Commander?" is one of my all-time favorite lines, somehow. *chills*
How much of B5 have you seen so far?
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I was watching the episode with the Underground Railroad the other night and then Talia goes to Ivanova's quarters at the end... and I was just dying for some good fic.
Wonderful.. wonderful.
Talia gets such a bad rep, but I always liked her.
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er. *stops rambling* Thank you. :)
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I did like that line. *eg*
Almost to the end of season two, now. Two more episodes.
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Oooh. I liked that ep. *considers* I should re-watch it....
Talia gets a bad rep, which is sad, because she really isn't bad. She's a person caught by circumstance, doing the only things she can (and in the end, her entire personality is killed by underlying programming).
And I love that Susan/Talia ends just as messed up as I'd thought it would. *cackles*
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It is such a fun show with THE MOST screwed up characters.
I <3 Garibaldi for just that reason! And that was my justification for pairing them off (besides "Garibaldi should get whatever he wants cuz I like him omg!"). He's drawn to her cuz, you know, she's both hot and kinda unavailable... but also because some part of him does long for someone who can see all the bad stuff he's done, the parts of himself that scare him, etc. (And, of course, somehow love him anyway.) Talia's attraction to him is because he is so simple. I mean, he wants sex from her. Everyone else wants crazy complicated stuff from her. And also? He would kill anyone who tried to get near her with his bare hands, and I suspect that appeals to her more than a bit. For all of her "OMG I AM INDEPENDENT NOW" at her ex-husband, she's constantly being chased after and threatened and is a bit fragile. (so... he has the brawn she lacks, and she is all "oo, emotions!" and could Fix Him, and this made them OTP 4eva!!1! when I was like 14)
You said you'd seen "Divided Loyalties", right? I don't want to babble more until I know you have...
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Oddly, my Garibaldi/Talia OTP! gives lots of happy credence to the Talia/Susan 'shippers... because if Control!Talia had really just wanted to get close to the command of B5, she could have snared Garibaldi like *that* (*snaps fingers*), and it took her a year and a half to wheedle her way into Susan's bedsheets.
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Thank you =)
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Speakiing of both sides of the equation... *mind wanders off into incredibly fucked-up ot3ness*
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