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You Sexy Thing (Not-the-Angel Is a Centerfold Remix) by lls_mutant (PG-13)
And now, from angst we go to humor.
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Characters: Lee, Kara, Gaeta, Dee, Hot Dog, Tigh, Adama, Jaffee, D'Anna
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lls_mutant
Author Website: Master List
Why this must be read:
This is one of the funniest BSG fics I've read, and I was pleased to have the honor to beta it. It takes an element of the show and expands on it believably, with everyone in character the whole time, while being hysterical all the way through. It's a scream.
That picture of Lee Adama was just too good to only use in the documentary that D'Anna Biers shot. And when Bell sold it to the Fleet-News magazine, it gave a whole new meaning to improving morale.
The first bundle of the Fleet-News magazine, thin on paper that had been recycled way too many times already, didn't hit the Admiral's study, or the CIC, or even the deck chief. Instead, Alex and Andrew- the only two who would even venture over to the ship of "godless killers"- had delivered the papers to Galactica. They were placed straight into the hands of Private Stewart Jaffee, who had long ago worked this arrangement out with the enthusiastic help of the rest of the mess crew. "Thanks, boys," he said, handing them each a packet of sandwiches. He really hated seeing these kids look so frakking hungry.
He picked up the bundles and carried them to the mess, where the rest of the crew was waiting eagerly. "I think it's time for our coffee break," Tranders said.
"I fully agree." Toplin bent down with one of the kitchen knives and began cutting the strings that bound the bundles together. But as she read the cover, she stopped for a long moment.
"What?" Jaffee asked.
"'Captain Apollo,'" Toplin read out, slowly, "'All God or All Man?'" She looked frantically at Tranders. "Tell me we can take a little more than five minutes."
Tranders picked up an issue and flipped it open. His eyes widened, and he began to laugh. "Oh, yeah," he said. "We can take more than five minutes. Jaffee, hand 'em out." Jaffee grinned broadly and began distributing the copies.
You Sexy Thing (Not-the-Angel Is a Centerfold Remix)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Characters: Lee, Kara, Gaeta, Dee, Hot Dog, Tigh, Adama, Jaffee, D'Anna
Author on LJ:
lls_mutant Author Website: Master List
Why this must be read:
This is one of the funniest BSG fics I've read, and I was pleased to have the honor to beta it. It takes an element of the show and expands on it believably, with everyone in character the whole time, while being hysterical all the way through. It's a scream.
That picture of Lee Adama was just too good to only use in the documentary that D'Anna Biers shot. And when Bell sold it to the Fleet-News magazine, it gave a whole new meaning to improving morale.
The first bundle of the Fleet-News magazine, thin on paper that had been recycled way too many times already, didn't hit the Admiral's study, or the CIC, or even the deck chief. Instead, Alex and Andrew- the only two who would even venture over to the ship of "godless killers"- had delivered the papers to Galactica. They were placed straight into the hands of Private Stewart Jaffee, who had long ago worked this arrangement out with the enthusiastic help of the rest of the mess crew. "Thanks, boys," he said, handing them each a packet of sandwiches. He really hated seeing these kids look so frakking hungry.
He picked up the bundles and carried them to the mess, where the rest of the crew was waiting eagerly. "I think it's time for our coffee break," Tranders said.
"I fully agree." Toplin bent down with one of the kitchen knives and began cutting the strings that bound the bundles together. But as she read the cover, she stopped for a long moment.
"What?" Jaffee asked.
"'Captain Apollo,'" Toplin read out, slowly, "'All God or All Man?'" She looked frantically at Tranders. "Tell me we can take a little more than five minutes."
Tranders picked up an issue and flipped it open. His eyes widened, and he began to laugh. "Oh, yeah," he said. "We can take more than five minutes. Jaffee, hand 'em out." Jaffee grinned broadly and began distributing the copies.
You Sexy Thing (Not-the-Angel Is a Centerfold Remix)