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Those Journeymen Divine, by Fahye and Claira (R)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fahye, stars_like_dust
Author Website: Fahye:mercurial_wit, Claira: Stars Like Dust
Why this must be read:
fahye and stars_like_dust have both been recced to high heaven here before, for good reason. They are some of the best writers in BSG fandom, and even though many of y'all have probably already seen These Journeymen Divine, it's just too good not to rec. It's an AU novella in which Lee and Kara are both cylons - members of the final five. The premise is a fascinating one, and it's executed so beautifully. The plot will really grab you, and when you're finished you'll wish there were 14K more words, cause that's how awesome it is.
Lee Adama is halfway between the starboard head and the CIC when he wakes up. The process occurs in the time it takes for his left foot to lie flat on the floor; the time between his heel striking the metal and his weight shifting forward. It’s enough to freeze that foot where it lies, enough to make him steady himself on the wall and fight back a gasp. His mind has been thrown open like an airlock. Everything sucked out and replaced with a cold, weirdly comforting void. The first thing he realises is that he understands the two bullets that Boomer put into his father’s chest; understands the flash that switched her on and the effortless squeezing of the trigger.
The second thing he realises is that he no longer cares one whit for the human man who has never really been his father at all, and with that realisation the tenth Cylon model finds the web of consciousness and locks into it. It feels like coming home. It feels like losing his soul. It feels like finding it for the first time.
He is still standing in the corridor.
From behind his shoulder comes Kara’s amused voice. “Forget where you are, Apollo? You know that memory problems can come with old age.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” he says, and isn’t quite sure what he expects from his voice but it’s exactly the same teasing tone that he’s always used with her.
“Life is hard.” She gives an exaggerated sigh and brushes her fingertips down his forearm as she passes him, the kind of casual touch that she’s been indulging in more and more frequently because she knows it drives him crazy. She throws a grin over her shoulder: mockery tempered with something more uncertain. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. You know that.”
And suddenly, with a mental sensation that is both bright and rough…he does know.
And he knows that she doesn’t.
Those Journeymen Divine
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Author on LJ:
fahye, stars_like_dustAuthor Website: Fahye:
mercurial_wit, Claira: Stars Like DustWhy this must be read:
fahye and stars_like_dust have both been recced to high heaven here before, for good reason. They are some of the best writers in BSG fandom, and even though many of y'all have probably already seen These Journeymen Divine, it's just too good not to rec. It's an AU novella in which Lee and Kara are both cylons - members of the final five. The premise is a fascinating one, and it's executed so beautifully. The plot will really grab you, and when you're finished you'll wish there were 14K more words, cause that's how awesome it is. Lee Adama is halfway between the starboard head and the CIC when he wakes up. The process occurs in the time it takes for his left foot to lie flat on the floor; the time between his heel striking the metal and his weight shifting forward. It’s enough to freeze that foot where it lies, enough to make him steady himself on the wall and fight back a gasp. His mind has been thrown open like an airlock. Everything sucked out and replaced with a cold, weirdly comforting void. The first thing he realises is that he understands the two bullets that Boomer put into his father’s chest; understands the flash that switched her on and the effortless squeezing of the trigger.
The second thing he realises is that he no longer cares one whit for the human man who has never really been his father at all, and with that realisation the tenth Cylon model finds the web of consciousness and locks into it. It feels like coming home. It feels like losing his soul. It feels like finding it for the first time.
He is still standing in the corridor.
From behind his shoulder comes Kara’s amused voice. “Forget where you are, Apollo? You know that memory problems can come with old age.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” he says, and isn’t quite sure what he expects from his voice but it’s exactly the same teasing tone that he’s always used with her.
“Life is hard.” She gives an exaggerated sigh and brushes her fingertips down his forearm as she passes him, the kind of casual touch that she’s been indulging in more and more frequently because she knows it drives him crazy. She throws a grin over her shoulder: mockery tempered with something more uncertain. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. You know that.”
And suddenly, with a mental sensation that is both bright and rough…he does know.
And he knows that she doesn’t.
Those Journeymen Divine