BSG fic: Five People Galactica Saved
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seriousficTitle: Five People Who Saved Galactica
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 422
Characters/Pairings: Boomer, Athena, Bill Adama, Saul Tigh, Kara Thrace
Timeline: Set after 4x16 - Deadlock
Summary: Sometimes, all it takes is faith.
“So, have you cooked up any work-release program?” Boomer asks with a valiant stab at humor when Tyrol visits. It’s all a bit much to take in. Tyrol’s a Cylon and a father and yet he’s still Chief. It feels good to be home, even if she’s not.
They let her shore up the beams, though she’s sure Tyrol had a hand in convincing the old man. The other engineers keep an eye on her. They’re all Cylons. Life’s little ironies; used to drive her crazy. Now she smiles to herself.
“Something funny?” Athena asks, without a hint of malice. She’s painting the other side of the beam Boomer was working on.
“Life.”
“Yes.”
They don’t have much call for words, until they do. Half an hour later, when the beam is healed.
“I wanted to say thank you,” Athena says, unconsciously touching her now-flat stomach. “For this life I…” she seeks the word, hates it, “stole.”
“Shared,” Boomer says.
***
Adama doesn’t touch the stuff, the living stuff that’s saving his ship. He runs Galactica like the day before and the day before that, and when he eats with Laura neither of them bring it up. But one day he walks back to the FTL drive where Tyrol first showed him the problem. The hull is glistening like the hide of some deep-sea fish. He runs a finger over a beam, washes his hands immediately.
***
Tigh sits with a bottle in one hand and a brush in the other. He finishes the bottle in an hour, nursing it (frak, he hates that word). He stays there seven hours, until he falls asleep and Helo tells the Marines to carry him back to his quarters, no need to tell the admiral. He’s been painting the same beam all day.
***
Kara reads every word she can pronounce to Sam. The Aeneid, that bullshit ‘history’ of the 13th tribe’s journey, some poems from after she left him on Caprica that she could never bring herself to burn, even the frakking flight manuals. She whispers in his ear all the ways she'll frak him when he wakes up. She learns Cylon prayers and mutters them over his body. She even tells Sam she loves him.
He doesn’t wake up.
So she shores up the hull and waits for Cavil’s Cylons to show up so she can kill them.
***
The old ship floats through space, wounded and weary and full of life. As always.
”Jump, Mr. Hoshi.”
It flies. Like it always does.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 422
Characters/Pairings: Boomer, Athena, Bill Adama, Saul Tigh, Kara Thrace
Timeline: Set after 4x16 - Deadlock
Summary: Sometimes, all it takes is faith.
“So, have you cooked up any work-release program?” Boomer asks with a valiant stab at humor when Tyrol visits. It’s all a bit much to take in. Tyrol’s a Cylon and a father and yet he’s still Chief. It feels good to be home, even if she’s not.
They let her shore up the beams, though she’s sure Tyrol had a hand in convincing the old man. The other engineers keep an eye on her. They’re all Cylons. Life’s little ironies; used to drive her crazy. Now she smiles to herself.
“Something funny?” Athena asks, without a hint of malice. She’s painting the other side of the beam Boomer was working on.
“Life.”
“Yes.”
They don’t have much call for words, until they do. Half an hour later, when the beam is healed.
“I wanted to say thank you,” Athena says, unconsciously touching her now-flat stomach. “For this life I…” she seeks the word, hates it, “stole.”
“Shared,” Boomer says.
***
Adama doesn’t touch the stuff, the living stuff that’s saving his ship. He runs Galactica like the day before and the day before that, and when he eats with Laura neither of them bring it up. But one day he walks back to the FTL drive where Tyrol first showed him the problem. The hull is glistening like the hide of some deep-sea fish. He runs a finger over a beam, washes his hands immediately.
***
Tigh sits with a bottle in one hand and a brush in the other. He finishes the bottle in an hour, nursing it (frak, he hates that word). He stays there seven hours, until he falls asleep and Helo tells the Marines to carry him back to his quarters, no need to tell the admiral. He’s been painting the same beam all day.
***
Kara reads every word she can pronounce to Sam. The Aeneid, that bullshit ‘history’ of the 13th tribe’s journey, some poems from after she left him on Caprica that she could never bring herself to burn, even the frakking flight manuals. She whispers in his ear all the ways she'll frak him when he wakes up. She learns Cylon prayers and mutters them over his body. She even tells Sam she loves him.
He doesn’t wake up.
So she shores up the hull and waits for Cavil’s Cylons to show up so she can kill them.
***
The old ship floats through space, wounded and weary and full of life. As always.
”Jump, Mr. Hoshi.”
It flies. Like it always does.
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Date: 2009-02-27 10:54 pm (UTC)Adama looking at the ship some more, but there's actually some point to it (as opposed to him doing this on the show).
And Sam/Kara. <3. The fact that she would read him Latin, poetry, and the flight manuals to get him to wake up? All kinds of awesome. And I also sort of love how she would do all of that and then say she loves him, because, well, that's even more last resort than reading from the Cylon bible. I love the desperation and the devotion in this bit. And then the hopelessness, too. And the shippiness, of course.
And, um, are the Greeks Cylons now? I do love that you picked "The Aeneid" over "The Iliad" because it's a lot more significant to the BSG story.
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Date: 2009-02-27 10:59 pm (UTC)Tigh's section was heartbreaking.