BSG: some unfinished fics

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It's clean up the hard drive day! I have several unfinished fics (mostly for Battlestar Galactica) that are going to stay unfinished--some for good reason. Before I delete them, I'm posting any coherent snippets here.

You're welcome. *laughs*

First up: Lee, post-finale

I want to explore! I want to climb the mountains, he had told Kara.

It took him three months to start hiking those mountains. Perhaps it's just as well; no matter how fit he'd tried to stay while in space, his legs weren't used to the amount of walking that life here entailed. It never stopped; even though the colony established here had less than two percent of the total population of the human-cylon fleet, the squabbles and questions about who would build what and who would live where seemed endless, and Lee walked constantly from edge to edge of their string of tents and huts.

Louis Hoshi wasn't here to count on for this. Neither was Romo Lampkin, the frakker who left him stuck with a temporary title that didn't seem to be fading. Lee wondered if they had the same problem in their respective settlements.

He tried his best to share the responsibilities; reluctantly he persuaded one of Gaius Baltar's former groupies to help. Paulla was different from most of Baltar's women. His most vivid memory of her was her reluctance to give up her gun when the fleet arrived here.

Paulla didn't practice diplomacy. Instead she frowned while listening to people talk and then offered her own answer without hesitation. Lee was the conciliatory voice, Paulla's the voice of action. It was a good balance. Lee found that politics for a thousand people worked about the same as it did in the fleet, though he didn't have to worry about the press now. No point in rebuilding a printing press when there were more pressing concerns about staying alive.

And so it went: the rhythm of everyday life mingled with new challenges about humans and cylons living together, about who planted and who hunted, about everything petty and grand that humanity seemed capable of fighting over. Every morning Lee woke to see the mountains in the east. That's the direction his dad took the Raptor. Lee waited for the right moment, when all would be settled and he could leave with no worries.

Until one day he thought, Frak it, I'm just going to go. He packed his bag and almost let without telling anyone until he remembered that he'd better tell Paulla.

She took it well; a fleeting expression of panic crossed her face that she quickly erased. She stuck out her chin, wished him good traveling and assured him that she would do her best to keep everyone alive here.

"I know you will," Lee said. Bag slung over his shoulder, he smiled as he walked toward the edge of their settlement.

And then he comes back and he and Paulla have adorably tyrannical children. The end.


Something that might be a snippet I started as a remix story... I don't even remember for sure! Therefore I shouldn't cross-post it anywhere anyway, right? Kara and Helo, pre-mini series (hints at future Dualla/Helo)

"Not going to tell you the secret without the right incentive," Kara tells him. "It's a good one, too." Her hands are behind her head, propping it up as she lies on her bunk.

Karl looks intrigued. "Something Gaeta told you?" he asks.

"Yup." She kicks one leg up in the air and stares at her foot as she turns her ankle. Kara doesn't have to look at Karl to know what he's doing: staring at her, trying to evaluate the worth of what she knows. "He was frakkin' wasted when we were playing Triad last night. I got all his cubits in the last round."

"Sounds like you don't need anything else," Karl tells her.

She flutters her lashes. "A girl can always use something special."

"You mean you want..."

"That's right. I know you mom sent you some in her last care package."

"Frak, Kara, it's the only chocolate I have until next time we dock."

"Trust me, Karl, the information I have could lead to something you'll appreciate more than the chocolate." She can't help but grin as the realization slowly hits him.

"One bar," he says, going straight to bargaining mode. It was a ridiculous opening bid, but this had to start somewhere. After haggling for the appropriate amount of time and figuring out exchange rates for chocolate (that he had) versus licorice (stashed in her locker even though she didn't like it, a fact Karl unfortunately already knew), they had a deal.

Kara flopped sideways on her bunk so she could see him better. "Okay, here's the intel: that new bridge bunny, Dualla? She's into you."

Karl stares at her for a minute, then asks, "Green eyes, tiny?"

"That's the one."

"She's hot," he says, and his eyes glaze over. After a moment Karl goes to his locker, sniffing his tank (it must pass the smell test, because he leaves it on), then sticking a package of condoms in his pocket.

Dualla has that girly thing going for her. Not surprising that he's ready to move right away. If Karl were just a bit less oblivious, he would have figured out that she was interested without Gaeta's information.

Kara laughs as she thinks of some of the pickup lines she's heard Karl use in the past. "Just don't mess it up with your pinch me, 'cause you're so fine I must be dreaming line, okay?"

Karl turns and makes a face. "I wouldn't dream of using such a cheesy line," he says in lofty tones.

She grins at his fake pretension. "Of course not. Because we're all class around here." She would mimic him sniffing at his tanks, but it wasn't worth the effort for the extra laugh right now. Instead she rolls her eyes.

"That's right." He walks toward the hatch, then adds, "Plus I'm already planning to steal your line about the three things to do on Galactica."

"Hey, you can't do that!" she yells after him. "I worked hard on that line!"

"Only if by hard work you mean stole it from Dipper," he yells back, his voice already muffled by the distance.

"Frak," she says to herself. "That was a good line."

Okay, now I'm almost positive that this was part of an unfinished remix story. Some of that dialogue is too good to be mine, I think. Anyone want to claim the original? Hah, finally found it! Dee, Helo, lollipop, a snippet of fic by Steph.



Crossover! The Tenth Doctor and D'Anna Biers. Set post-finale for BSG. Post season four for Ten, in the middle of those specials and before his death tour. Or maybe during the death tour, I don't remember now. Oh, and the companion D'Anna met once before was Martha.

They had met before, shortly before she was boxed, although she hadn't known that was coming. She supposed that he did. At the time her only question had been why he didn't try and stop the Cylon from killing humanity.

He would do it now, she thinks. If he had the time. Instead he came to tell her about the human and Cylon alliance successfully defending themselves against the other Cylon models, and finding a habitable planet. The Centurions had the baseship now, to take where they wished.

He tells her that the mixture of humanity and Cylon would survive for hundreds of millions of years. She watches him as he talks, his uneven features so unlike the Cylon, built with attractive, almost perfect facial symmetry.

"That woman who was with you. What happened to her?"

"She left. Went back to her own time and place. She's, uh, married now." He adds, "She's doing good things," his tone proud.

"Do you think that's because of you?" D'Anna asks.

"No! Yes. No..."

She chuckles. "You're rather full of it."

She had thought that his eyes were kind before. Tired and old, but kind. Now it's like they're empty and bottomless. Filled with rage. (The last of their kinds.)

"You're not supposed to be here," she tells him.

He doesn't answer; instead he sits on the damp grey rock, next to her.

"Why did you come here?" she asks him.

"To tell you what happens next."

And then he offers her a one-way ride to someplace else. I haven't decided if she takes it or not.


Another crossover: BSG and Firefly. Set post-Serenity and whenever for BSG. Anytime is a good time to redeem Boomer, right? (Though with the references to dead cylon bodies floating in space, mid-season two would make sense.)

The click of Zoë's gun was what made Mal turn toward the loading ramp again. Kaylee had been doing her charming best to entice new clients, paying clients aboard the ship. Last time Mal had checked on her, she'd been chatting with a slender, dark-haired woman. He'd wondered then how long it would be before he had to intervene--the lady didn't look like she had much, and they sure didn't need no more ship mascots, no matter what kind of sad eyes she made at Kaylee.

"Zoë? Mind telling me what this woman did, 'sides try to hitch a ride for free?"

"She's a cylon, Mal."

Oh. Well, that made it different. Mal pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at the dark-haired woman as well. "Thought the Cylons up and left this quadrant."

The woman kept her hands in the air and looked back and forth from Mal to Zoë. "They did. I'm not with them."

Things had been a mite uncomfortable a few months back; the Cylons had been checking out their solar system and their own ship had been stuck flying a fine line between the Alliance, Cylons and Reavers. Some humans had disappeared from the outlying colonies and they never did find out which group it was.

Last they'd seen of the Cylons was traces of a battle and fields of naked corpses in space, identical brunettes, then blondes, then blue-eyed men. That had been a creepifying experience, guiding the ship through fragments of other vessels and seeing the frozen dead bodies with their empty eyes and expressionless faces. He was guessing that the Cylon's superior technology didn't make a damn bit of difference in face of the anger and madness of Reavers.

Mal glanced at Zoë for a moment--her own look didn't waver from the woman, even as the rest of their crew wandered up to see what was going on.

Great. Everyone on the loading ramp. That wasn't attention-getting, no sirree.

They needed to wrap this up, and fast. Mal said, "You telling us you ain't one of them? 'Cause we seen a lot of bodies in space looking just like you a while back."

"We should make her take off her clothes to check," said Jayne.

"Jayne!" they exclaimed in unison.

"She got lost."

"What, mei mei?" asked Simon.

River said it again. "She got lost but she doesn't want to go back again. Like me," she added.

Writing Firefly is way too much trouble. I don't like writing in other languages when I have to fake it.

I may be back later with more.