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Ship to Ship, by Brynnmck, PG
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severuslovesme, your Battlestar Galactica reccer for the month of September. I like a wide variety of pairings and genres, so hopefully I'll rec some things that y'all will enjoy!
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Author on LJ:brynnmck
Author Website: Brynn's Home Page
Why this must be read:
This story is from mid-Season 2, so it's a little out-of-date canon wise, but I think the themes of friendship and love are entirely relevant even now. Ship to Ship was one of the first fics I read in BSG fandom, and it's still one of my favorites. It's humorous and light without being too fluffy. If you like pilots at all, definitely check it out!
For days after Lee's transfer, Kara walks around with the constant feeling that she's forgetting something. She keeps looking over her shoulder, in the mess and in combat, and when the Old Man asks her what she hears on her morning jog, she can see the empty space next to her reflected in his eyes.
It's ironic, she thinks; for the few weeks that she was trying to avoid him, he seemed to be everywhere, half-buried in paperwork in the wardroom or cozied up in some dark corner with Dee. Now he's nowhere—or at least nowhere near her—and she can feel the itch of it between her shoulder blades.
Fortunately, there's more than enough work to distract her. She's up to her eyeballs in status reports, a cup of coffee long since gone to cold sludge near her elbow, when the phone on her desk buzzes. She blinks a couple of times to clear her vision, then picks it up.
"Thrace."
"Good evening, Captain," comes Petty Officer Hoven's voice on the other end. Hoven has the night watch, Kara realizes distantly, and has to bite her lip to keep from swearing when she looks at the clock. Frak. There's no way I'm getting these done before morning.
"Captain?" Hoven repeats, and Kara sighs, rubs her tired eyes.
"Sorry, Petty Officer. What is it?"
"Permission to patch through a ship-to-ship call from Commander Adama?"
She's so tired that she actually has to puzzle for a second as to why the Old Man would be calling her from another ship, and then she realizes Lee and she chokes out a desperate "Yes" before she can stop herself.
Ship to Ship
severuslovesme, your Battlestar Galactica reccer for the month of September. I like a wide variety of pairings and genres, so hopefully I'll rec some things that y'all will enjoy! Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Author on LJ:
brynnmckAuthor Website: Brynn's Home Page
Why this must be read:
This story is from mid-Season 2, so it's a little out-of-date canon wise, but I think the themes of friendship and love are entirely relevant even now. Ship to Ship was one of the first fics I read in BSG fandom, and it's still one of my favorites. It's humorous and light without being too fluffy. If you like pilots at all, definitely check it out!
For days after Lee's transfer, Kara walks around with the constant feeling that she's forgetting something. She keeps looking over her shoulder, in the mess and in combat, and when the Old Man asks her what she hears on her morning jog, she can see the empty space next to her reflected in his eyes.
It's ironic, she thinks; for the few weeks that she was trying to avoid him, he seemed to be everywhere, half-buried in paperwork in the wardroom or cozied up in some dark corner with Dee. Now he's nowhere—or at least nowhere near her—and she can feel the itch of it between her shoulder blades.
Fortunately, there's more than enough work to distract her. She's up to her eyeballs in status reports, a cup of coffee long since gone to cold sludge near her elbow, when the phone on her desk buzzes. She blinks a couple of times to clear her vision, then picks it up.
"Thrace."
"Good evening, Captain," comes Petty Officer Hoven's voice on the other end. Hoven has the night watch, Kara realizes distantly, and has to bite her lip to keep from swearing when she looks at the clock. Frak. There's no way I'm getting these done before morning.
"Captain?" Hoven repeats, and Kara sighs, rubs her tired eyes.
"Sorry, Petty Officer. What is it?"
"Permission to patch through a ship-to-ship call from Commander Adama?"
She's so tired that she actually has to puzzle for a second as to why the Old Man would be calling her from another ship, and then she realizes Lee and she chokes out a desperate "Yes" before she can stop herself.
Ship to Ship
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