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Till Human Voices Wake Us (PG-13) by little_murmurs
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Racetrack/Starbuck, others in background
Length: ~6,500 words
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little_murmurs
Why this must be read: I'm reccing something that's not porn! That's how you know it must be a special fic.
"Till Human Voices Wake Us" follows Racetrack from the pre-series days when Galactica was an antiquated dumping ground for troublesome personnel, up through season 2. The pairing is Racetrack/Starbuck, but ultimately, the story centers on Racetrack's unrequited love for Boomer and the emotional fallout when Boomer's secret is revealed. The fic is witty, sharp, and touching.
Karl Agathon, callsign ‘Helo’, was the closest thing she got to a welcome committee. He had the widest, cheese-eating grin she’d ever seen and he clapped her on the back, grabbed her hand for a firm shake, and made her feel like the room had shrunk by about ten feet.
She was standing at her bunk, when he approached her, as she cursed all the Lords of Kobol – starting at Aphrodite and hovering on Athena – for the luck that gave her the bunk closest to the hatch and the smallest locker in a pokey corner, where she’d have to elbow her way to her belongings every morning. His approach was an ambush, too chummy by far for her liking, but it wasn’t hard to tell he meant no harm. Agathon had ‘good guy’ embedded in his dimples, but it took more than nice bone structure to win Racetrack over. She looked bored while he reeled out a spiel of welcome, trying to figure out what crime he’d committed to be dumped in this tin can.
She’d settled on fraternisation – a brother in arms, it seemed – when the hatch opened behind her and Agathon’s expression changed. No dramatics, just that age-old softening that told her that someone had a case of the lonely hearts real bad. He covered it up fast, going from yearning puppy to cocky pilot in a blink, before ratcheting the volume up a notch to ask her, “Y’know, if you need an ECO, I’d be happy to ride with a pilot who can actually trap a landing, once in a while.” He winked and a moment later Racetrack found out why.
A voice by her ear, and someone said, “Frak off, Helo.” Before a towel was flung in his face. “I told you, the primary gymbal’s broken.” The voice moved past her shoulder, and she could see the ECO’s heart’s desire. The woman turned to look at Maggie. “Ignore this genius, thinks he’s the gods’ gift to comedy.” She held out her hand. “Sharon Valerii.”
Maggie wasn’t a believer in love at first sight. At the bottom of it, she wasn’t really that big a believer in love at all. But still. Still, she had to admit that strange things happened to her heartbeat when she shook Sharon Valerii’s hand that first time.
Her wiring got mixed up that day. A joke, an insult, an introduction, and this frakking vibe between that pair that made her damn teeth ache with the sweetness of it, and that was it.
That was the start of the worst mistake her heart ever made.
Till Human Voices Wake Us
Pairing: Racetrack/Starbuck, others in background
Length: ~6,500 words
Author on LJ:
little_murmursWhy this must be read: I'm reccing something that's not porn! That's how you know it must be a special fic.
"Till Human Voices Wake Us" follows Racetrack from the pre-series days when Galactica was an antiquated dumping ground for troublesome personnel, up through season 2. The pairing is Racetrack/Starbuck, but ultimately, the story centers on Racetrack's unrequited love for Boomer and the emotional fallout when Boomer's secret is revealed. The fic is witty, sharp, and touching.
Karl Agathon, callsign ‘Helo’, was the closest thing she got to a welcome committee. He had the widest, cheese-eating grin she’d ever seen and he clapped her on the back, grabbed her hand for a firm shake, and made her feel like the room had shrunk by about ten feet.
She was standing at her bunk, when he approached her, as she cursed all the Lords of Kobol – starting at Aphrodite and hovering on Athena – for the luck that gave her the bunk closest to the hatch and the smallest locker in a pokey corner, where she’d have to elbow her way to her belongings every morning. His approach was an ambush, too chummy by far for her liking, but it wasn’t hard to tell he meant no harm. Agathon had ‘good guy’ embedded in his dimples, but it took more than nice bone structure to win Racetrack over. She looked bored while he reeled out a spiel of welcome, trying to figure out what crime he’d committed to be dumped in this tin can.
She’d settled on fraternisation – a brother in arms, it seemed – when the hatch opened behind her and Agathon’s expression changed. No dramatics, just that age-old softening that told her that someone had a case of the lonely hearts real bad. He covered it up fast, going from yearning puppy to cocky pilot in a blink, before ratcheting the volume up a notch to ask her, “Y’know, if you need an ECO, I’d be happy to ride with a pilot who can actually trap a landing, once in a while.” He winked and a moment later Racetrack found out why.
A voice by her ear, and someone said, “Frak off, Helo.” Before a towel was flung in his face. “I told you, the primary gymbal’s broken.” The voice moved past her shoulder, and she could see the ECO’s heart’s desire. The woman turned to look at Maggie. “Ignore this genius, thinks he’s the gods’ gift to comedy.” She held out her hand. “Sharon Valerii.”
Maggie wasn’t a believer in love at first sight. At the bottom of it, she wasn’t really that big a believer in love at all. But still. Still, she had to admit that strange things happened to her heartbeat when she shook Sharon Valerii’s hand that first time.
Her wiring got mixed up that day. A joke, an insult, an introduction, and this frakking vibe between that pair that made her damn teeth ache with the sweetness of it, and that was it.
That was the start of the worst mistake her heart ever made.
Till Human Voices Wake Us