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And So I Woke, by Sloanesomething [R]
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003
Pairing: various
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sloanesomething
Author's Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Sloane is my very favourite writer in the whole world. In this fic, she takes the characters and molds them, moves them into situations you're glad you're not in. Takes speculation from early in season one, little indications as to where the series might have gone, and melds it with promotions and demotions (my favourite). And it's long and it's hot, and my words cannot do this fic justice. It's totally a great fic to be reading on a Sunday morning, so you should go and do that. Right now.
Due to events in the first and second seasons, this fic can be considered fairly AU.
Exerpt:
His father’s on the bridge. His father obviously never sleeps.
Then again, with Roslin at the helm of humanity, Lee wouldn’t sleep, either.
“Captain,” Adama greets him without really turning, and Lee flinches, sets his jaw. He can’t help it. He’ll never get used to the title. Adama won’t, either; there’s always the hesitation, the title he doesn’t say.
“Commander.”
“You should be resting.”
“The pilots should be resting. I have other responsibilities.”
Adama nods, looks out at the sky. Lee wishes he wouldn’t; it’s not like they’re going to find Earth.
And So I Woke, parts: one, two, three, four and five.
Pairing: various
Author:
sloanesomethingAuthor's Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Sloane is my very favourite writer in the whole world. In this fic, she takes the characters and molds them, moves them into situations you're glad you're not in. Takes speculation from early in season one, little indications as to where the series might have gone, and melds it with promotions and demotions (my favourite). And it's long and it's hot, and my words cannot do this fic justice. It's totally a great fic to be reading on a Sunday morning, so you should go and do that. Right now.
Due to events in the first and second seasons, this fic can be considered fairly AU.
Exerpt:
His father’s on the bridge. His father obviously never sleeps.
Then again, with Roslin at the helm of humanity, Lee wouldn’t sleep, either.
“Captain,” Adama greets him without really turning, and Lee flinches, sets his jaw. He can’t help it. He’ll never get used to the title. Adama won’t, either; there’s always the hesitation, the title he doesn’t say.
“Commander.”
“You should be resting.”
“The pilots should be resting. I have other responsibilities.”
Adama nods, looks out at the sky. Lee wishes he wouldn’t; it’s not like they’re going to find Earth.
And So I Woke, parts: one, two, three, four and five.