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rebelliousrose.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-11-30 01:14 pm
Entry tags:
Black Flag by inlovewithnight, rated PG
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA 2003
Pairing: Helo, with mentions of Racetrack, HotDog, Apollo, and others.
Length: One-shot.
Author on LJ:
inlovewithnight
Author Website: http://inlovewithnight.livejournal.com/tag/fic_bsg
Why this must be read:
Because
inlovewithnight cuts to the heart of The Great Matter of BSG, which is why Admiral Adama allowed Helo to go unpunished for some actions which caused a particularly offended section of fandom to go musth. Night gets these characters, and people. Also she loves Helo, but can still be mean to him.
Word did get out, running down the corridors of Galactica like snakes. Down to the flight deck, the pilots' bunks, the Marine rec, the enlisted crew showers. Bits and pieces of what really happened, turned inside out and cut apart, dyed dark and bleached light and changed with every repetition.
Frustrations built and bottled over too many months started burning slowly, building to a point that nothing inside the lines, or even something on the line like a Dance, was going to put it out.
Sometimes people just go mad, and something has to get hurt.
So two words ran back up the corridors again, crossing back and forth throughout the ship, and the flames crawled up ugly and bright.
Black flag, went the whispers. Black flag.
Black Flag
I am going to double post-today; I know it's not entirely kosher, but I owe more recs than life allowed me to get to. Thanks.
Pairing: Helo, with mentions of Racetrack, HotDog, Apollo, and others.
Length: One-shot.
Author on LJ:
Author Website: http://inlovewithnight.livejournal.com/tag/fic_bsg
Why this must be read:
Because
Word did get out, running down the corridors of Galactica like snakes. Down to the flight deck, the pilots' bunks, the Marine rec, the enlisted crew showers. Bits and pieces of what really happened, turned inside out and cut apart, dyed dark and bleached light and changed with every repetition.
Frustrations built and bottled over too many months started burning slowly, building to a point that nothing inside the lines, or even something on the line like a Dance, was going to put it out.
Sometimes people just go mad, and something has to get hurt.
So two words ran back up the corridors again, crossing back and forth throughout the ship, and the flames crawled up ugly and bright.
Black flag, went the whispers. Black flag.
Black Flag
I am going to double post-today; I know it's not entirely kosher, but I owe more recs than life allowed me to get to. Thanks.

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