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crack_van2007-06-02 10:42 am
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Fingers in the Mire by daphanea (PG13)
Hi, I'm
ishafel, and I'll be reccing BSG fic for June.
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Gen: Kara, Lee
Author on LJ:
daphnaea
Author Website: LJ fic in memories
Why this must be read: This is a lovely portrait of Lee and Kara, Apollo and Starbuck, in all their guises.
"“This planet frakking blows,” Starbuck said with heartfelt bitterness, wiping cold water from her face ineffectually. They were trudging through the kind of steady, driving rain that impaired visibility and made dryness an impossibility without any of the cathartic drama of a good thunderstorm. It was the kind of rain that could go on for days. She figured the only thing saving them from hypothermia was their flightsuits, which had after all been designed with a cold far deeper than bad weather in mind. But without their helmets, water seeped slowly down their collars, dampening shirts and moods with equal efficacy. Their legs were coated in mud past their knees, and the ground sucked at their feet with every step.
“Yeah, well, next time you get shot down, do us both a favor and aim for a tropical zone, ok?” Apollo snapped back. "
Fingers in the Mire
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Gen: Kara, Lee
Author on LJ:
Author Website: LJ fic in memories
Why this must be read: This is a lovely portrait of Lee and Kara, Apollo and Starbuck, in all their guises.
"“This planet frakking blows,” Starbuck said with heartfelt bitterness, wiping cold water from her face ineffectually. They were trudging through the kind of steady, driving rain that impaired visibility and made dryness an impossibility without any of the cathartic drama of a good thunderstorm. It was the kind of rain that could go on for days. She figured the only thing saving them from hypothermia was their flightsuits, which had after all been designed with a cold far deeper than bad weather in mind. But without their helmets, water seeped slowly down their collars, dampening shirts and moods with equal efficacy. Their legs were coated in mud past their knees, and the ground sucked at their feet with every step.
“Yeah, well, next time you get shot down, do us both a favor and aim for a tropical zone, ok?” Apollo snapped back. "
Fingers in the Mire
