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One Truth, Four Outcomes by aprilleigh24 (M)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, others
Length: 5,000 words
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aprilleigh24
Author Website: At her LJ
Why this must be read: Sometimes dark fic is what you need. Something deeply angsty, but not over the top. Angst with beautiful writing and accurate characterization. This is one of those stories. It presents four different alternate universes in the future, all of them grim, but realistic.
William Adama was no stranger to guilt. Kara’s deaths, Laura’s murder, Saul’s suicide, all the men and women he’d sent to their ends...
These were old, familiar burdens, tormenting him in his long, sleepless nights. He would wake, heart pounding, and he would feel the sweat on his face and, for a half-dreaming instant, feel the sticky slickness of blood on his hands and hear the cries of the dying ringing in his ears.
He had lived with this, suffered this, endured this alone. It was the life he knew.
Death, then, was an escape. It was freedom and a rest that he had never known in life. It was the dream of a battered soldier, weary beyond fighting.
One Truth, Four Outcomes
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, others
Length: 5,000 words
Author on LJ:
aprilleigh24 Author Website: At her LJ
Why this must be read: Sometimes dark fic is what you need. Something deeply angsty, but not over the top. Angst with beautiful writing and accurate characterization. This is one of those stories. It presents four different alternate universes in the future, all of them grim, but realistic.
William Adama was no stranger to guilt. Kara’s deaths, Laura’s murder, Saul’s suicide, all the men and women he’d sent to their ends...
These were old, familiar burdens, tormenting him in his long, sleepless nights. He would wake, heart pounding, and he would feel the sweat on his face and, for a half-dreaming instant, feel the sticky slickness of blood on his hands and hear the cries of the dying ringing in his ears.
He had lived with this, suffered this, endured this alone. It was the life he knew.
Death, then, was an escape. It was freedom and a rest that he had never known in life. It was the dream of a battered soldier, weary beyond fighting.
One Truth, Four Outcomes
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