I Shall Be Made Thy Music by Andraste (PG)

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Title: I Shall Be Made Thy Music
Fandom: STAR TREK/BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Q, Gaius Baltar
Length: short
Author on LJ: andrastewhite
Author Website: Blue Shades
Why this must be read:

Gaius Baltar comes face to face with God - or at least a reasonable subtitute.

Because wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake, Q posing as a god in the BSG-verse?  Their religion is frakked as it is.  This story also does what I've often wanted to see--Q playing his games with someone not as honest, courageous, clean, brave, virtuous, etc., as your average Starfleet officer.

andrastewhite has run the multiverse5000 challenge for the last several years, and it's produced a lot of awesome crossover fic (from which all three of my crossover recs this month come).

 

If somebody had asked Gaius Baltar what God looked like a year ago, he would have refused to provide a description because he firmly believed no such entity existed. If somebody had asked him an hour ago, he would have refused because God was an inexplicable, indescribable force that had forced its way into his life in spite of his profound atheism.

At no point would he have guessed that God was a tall brunette man with distinctive, mobile features and a tendency to smirk at confused humans. "What did you say?"

"I said that I'm God. I thought you were meant to be some kind of genius, Gaius."

"I don't understand. Where are we?"

"Nowhere special," the man said, shrugging. They were standing in what appeared to be a white void - it wasn't how he'd imagined the realm of God, when he'd imagined it at all. He'd been minding his own business in the laboratory when he'd found himself here, involved in this bewildering conversation. "Just somewhere we can talk, man to God."

"You're God," Gaius said, still having trouble with the premise of the discussion. "And you wanted to talk to me?"

She had told him repeatedly that he was an instrument of divine will, but although he'd begun to at least half-believe it, Gaius hadn't actually expected God to pop by for a chat. She'd given him the distinct impression that her God preferred to express himself in less direct ways, and he didn't resemble any of the Lords of Kobal that Gaius recalled.

"You might say I'm a scholar," the man - or possibly deity - continued. "I find the development of your species interesting, limited though your capacities are."

"Gaius, don't listen to him. I don't know what this is, but he's certainly not God."

She entered stage left - if there was a left, here, although now that he thought about it they certainly seemed to be standing on something - wearing a sequined black dress he hasn't seen before. It wasn't her usual style, but it stood out sharply against the background of the void. It was safe to assume she intended it to do so.

Possibly-not-God rolled his eyes. "I was hoping you wouldn't show up - I'm here to talk to Gaius, not to argue with a Bible-bashing android." He turned his attention back to his preferred subject. "Really, you should be embarrassed, letting a glorified sexbot push you around the way she does."

I Shall Be Made Thy Music