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something big is gonna happen (over my dead body) by smercy (PG-13)
Hi, there! I'm Avery, and I'll be driving the van for the BSG fandom this month. I'm a devoted Laura Roslin fan, and most of my recs will feature her in some form or another, but this show has a lot of wonderful characters and relationships to explore, so I'll do my best to represent that! On that note, let's get started.
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA (2003)
Pairing: Gen, with hints of Billy/Dee and Billy/OC
Length: 20,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smercy
Author Website: Fic Journal
Why this must be read:
This is easily the best Billy fic I’ve ever come across. Set post-Sacrifice with Billy as the final Cylon, it intersperses Billy’s new life on a baseship with snapshots of characters in the fleet – everyone from Corporal Venner and Ellen Tigh to Dee and Roslin – and the effects of his death has on them. It’s an unforgiving look at the characters at their most human, and a beautiful exploration of the individualities of the various Cylons.
Today was a bad day. Six dead on the table: five terrorists and the president's aide. But that was usually the ratio, five idiots to every good person. He could make ratios, almost in his sleep. Six dead means three point six million, meant half the size of the city on Scorpion where he grew up, meant the size of two and a half military bases. Three point six million was the number of people he remembered auditioned from Tauron for that singing competition that everybody watched, the one he couldn't remember the name of. If he were back on Scorpion, and he spent the rest of his life greeting and giving his name to everyone he met, he wouldn't ever meet three point six million people.
This is what the cylons took. They killed everyone they could touch, they made the rest of them kill ourselves. Six dead so that a woman could kill a cylon.
something big is gonna happen (over my dead body)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA (2003)
Pairing: Gen, with hints of Billy/Dee and Billy/OC
Length: 20,000
Author on LJ:
smercyAuthor Website: Fic Journal
Why this must be read:
This is easily the best Billy fic I’ve ever come across. Set post-Sacrifice with Billy as the final Cylon, it intersperses Billy’s new life on a baseship with snapshots of characters in the fleet – everyone from Corporal Venner and Ellen Tigh to Dee and Roslin – and the effects of his death has on them. It’s an unforgiving look at the characters at their most human, and a beautiful exploration of the individualities of the various Cylons.
Today was a bad day. Six dead on the table: five terrorists and the president's aide. But that was usually the ratio, five idiots to every good person. He could make ratios, almost in his sleep. Six dead means three point six million, meant half the size of the city on Scorpion where he grew up, meant the size of two and a half military bases. Three point six million was the number of people he remembered auditioned from Tauron for that singing competition that everybody watched, the one he couldn't remember the name of. If he were back on Scorpion, and he spent the rest of his life greeting and giving his name to everyone he met, he wouldn't ever meet three point six million people.
This is what the cylons took. They killed everyone they could touch, they made the rest of them kill ourselves. Six dead so that a woman could kill a cylon.
something big is gonna happen (over my dead body)