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Chasing Tyrol, by Lyssie (PG)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA (NEW)
Pairing: Gen, multi-character (including Tyrol, Athena, Kara)
Length: 3,600 words
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lyssie
Author Website: Some listed here
Why this must be read: This is future spec fic that manages to be mournful, hopeful and humorous, all at the same time. It takes a comical (though frighteningly plausible) premise:
They've already agreed that this is Tigh's fault, for getting the Six the rest call Caprica pregnant. The Eights and Sixes know that the Final Five are viable as sperm donors. It's not something that makes either of them comfortable, but they can still joke. Mostly.
-and turns into a story of Tyrol's struggle with despair, the Eight-models' search for identity, and everyone's need to reconcile expectations and hopes with their new reality.
It's the first one that's a surprise.
"Hey, Chief." She smiles and it's Sharon's smile, but not Sharon's smile in a way he refuses to define right then.
Maybe it's the bright-eyed gaze, without that layer of reality that Athena has these days. "Boomer?"
Old habits die hard. Some of the innocence leaves her eyes. "No, but--I could be, if you'd like."
Once upon a time, he was going to muster out with the woman (Cylon) standing in front of him. Back before she was (they were) a Cylon. When life was simple and her smile and laugh could make his day. When he'd wake up in the morning, and he'd think about how many ways he could sneak away, or drag her into the tool room. Planning a house on Picon or Caprica, with a porch and kids.
Before soft skin and a sweet smile from someone else changed things. Before there was blood on his knuckles and Cally's mouth on his.
"You're afraid you're a Cylon."
Before his son stared at him for the first time, and Galen felt like maybe the Gods did smile on him, somehow.
"There something I can help you with?" he asks the Eight, when the silence stretches too long. Amnesty or not, there are other old habits that die hard. He was a member of the resistance long before he was a Cylon.
Chasing Tyrol
Pairing: Gen, multi-character (including Tyrol, Athena, Kara)
Length: 3,600 words
Author on LJ:
lyssie Author Website: Some listed here
Why this must be read: This is future spec fic that manages to be mournful, hopeful and humorous, all at the same time. It takes a comical (though frighteningly plausible) premise:
They've already agreed that this is Tigh's fault, for getting the Six the rest call Caprica pregnant. The Eights and Sixes know that the Final Five are viable as sperm donors. It's not something that makes either of them comfortable, but they can still joke. Mostly.
-and turns into a story of Tyrol's struggle with despair, the Eight-models' search for identity, and everyone's need to reconcile expectations and hopes with their new reality.
It's the first one that's a surprise.
"Hey, Chief." She smiles and it's Sharon's smile, but not Sharon's smile in a way he refuses to define right then.
Maybe it's the bright-eyed gaze, without that layer of reality that Athena has these days. "Boomer?"
Old habits die hard. Some of the innocence leaves her eyes. "No, but--I could be, if you'd like."
Once upon a time, he was going to muster out with the woman (Cylon) standing in front of him. Back before she was (they were) a Cylon. When life was simple and her smile and laugh could make his day. When he'd wake up in the morning, and he'd think about how many ways he could sneak away, or drag her into the tool room. Planning a house on Picon or Caprica, with a porch and kids.
Before soft skin and a sweet smile from someone else changed things. Before there was blood on his knuckles and Cally's mouth on his.
"You're afraid you're a Cylon."
Before his son stared at him for the first time, and Galen felt like maybe the Gods did smile on him, somehow.
"There something I can help you with?" he asks the Eight, when the silence stretches too long. Amnesty or not, there are other old habits that die hard. He was a member of the resistance long before he was a Cylon.
Chasing Tyrol