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crack_van2010-06-15 11:42 pm
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One Winged Birds by beccatoria (PG) (BSG/T:SCC)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA/TERMINATOR THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES
Pairing: Cameron, John, Sarak, Derek, Ellison, Caprica, Starbuck
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beccatoria
Author Website: fic tag,
Why this must be read:
You'd think, what with both of them being about killer robots who want to destroy humanity, that there would be more crossovers between BSG and Terminator. Particularly after we found out that Earth had already been destroyed by a nuclear apocalypse caused by a war between humans and cybernetic intelligences. Alas, it is not so. This gem, however, fits the bill nicely. Kara and Caprica are on a Raptor looking for Earth. They crash there. Team Connor finds them. And neither is quite sure what to make of the other. There's not much more to this fic than that, but it's well-done and each canon gives an interesting point of view of the other.
“Number Six,” she's saying. “That's my model number. I'm Cylon.”
“No record of that model,” Cameron answers, in that monotone that always sounds like she's numb from wonder. Every day, John reminds himself, that's not how she learns. It's just data. “The term Cylon is unfamiliar to me.”
As near as John can tell, not all of the blood belongs to the woman with the tattoo. It looks like she's been knocked out, but not seriously injured. Gently, he begins to move her from the chair and pick her up.
“Cylon,” he hears the one outside saying; breathless like information can save her from the muzzle of Derek's pistol. He's probably been stepping toward her one answer at a time. “Cybernetic life. We were made by humans, to make, to make life easier in the Twelve Colonies. We were... We were slaves. Did that happen here? Did it? Is this Earth?”
“This is Earth,” John says, stepping out of ship. The unconscious dead weight of a whole person, and the uneven, jagged edges of the ripped entrance make him stumble.
Caprica catches him without thinking. His uncle nearly shoots them both.
“You're strong,” John mutters.
“I'm not human,” she says. It's abrupt, and gentle, and reminds him uncomfortably of Cameron.
Cameron says, “You're Cylon. Cybernetic life. Are you her slave?”
The smile on Caprica's face is small, and sad. John has seen that smile on Derek, once or twice. It makes him think of a day at the beach and the end of everything all at the same time.
“No,” Caprica says. “I'm not her slave. Is she all right?”
One Winged Birds
Pairing: Cameron, John, Sarak, Derek, Ellison, Caprica, Starbuck
Author on LJ:
beccatoria Author Website: fic tag,
Why this must be read:
You'd think, what with both of them being about killer robots who want to destroy humanity, that there would be more crossovers between BSG and Terminator. Particularly after we found out that Earth had already been destroyed by a nuclear apocalypse caused by a war between humans and cybernetic intelligences. Alas, it is not so. This gem, however, fits the bill nicely. Kara and Caprica are on a Raptor looking for Earth. They crash there. Team Connor finds them. And neither is quite sure what to make of the other. There's not much more to this fic than that, but it's well-done and each canon gives an interesting point of view of the other.
“Number Six,” she's saying. “That's my model number. I'm Cylon.”
“No record of that model,” Cameron answers, in that monotone that always sounds like she's numb from wonder. Every day, John reminds himself, that's not how she learns. It's just data. “The term Cylon is unfamiliar to me.”
As near as John can tell, not all of the blood belongs to the woman with the tattoo. It looks like she's been knocked out, but not seriously injured. Gently, he begins to move her from the chair and pick her up.
“Cylon,” he hears the one outside saying; breathless like information can save her from the muzzle of Derek's pistol. He's probably been stepping toward her one answer at a time. “Cybernetic life. We were made by humans, to make, to make life easier in the Twelve Colonies. We were... We were slaves. Did that happen here? Did it? Is this Earth?”
“This is Earth,” John says, stepping out of ship. The unconscious dead weight of a whole person, and the uneven, jagged edges of the ripped entrance make him stumble.
Caprica catches him without thinking. His uncle nearly shoots them both.
“You're strong,” John mutters.
“I'm not human,” she says. It's abrupt, and gentle, and reminds him uncomfortably of Cameron.
Cameron says, “You're Cylon. Cybernetic life. Are you her slave?”
The smile on Caprica's face is small, and sad. John has seen that smile on Derek, once or twice. It makes him think of a day at the beach and the end of everything all at the same time.
“No,” Caprica says. “I'm not her slave. Is she all right?”
One Winged Birds