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Ok, so the fabulous deborah_judge put together an Epics Ship War over on bsg_epics the past couple of days and it was the most fun thing ever. So. Much. Fic!

I managed to dredge out of my brain two A/R ficlets and, totally randomly and out of nowhere (and it's all down to letterstonorah who is insanely persuasive and so much fun to get all excited with) FOUR Laura/Kara ficlets. IDEK. I didn't even ship them until, like, Tuesday. The other THIRTY FIVE Laura/Kara ficlets were Norah's.

I DO however have a lot of new prompts for my other ships too now. I have Laura/Lee ideas popping out of my ears, but there was no point writing them for the challenge because I couldn't have competed, so I stuck with the ships that stood a chance.

Anyhow. Here for posterity. The first one is kinda rubbish. The Sammy A/R ficlet is a scene from a much longer Laura&Sam crack fic (but yes, it's A/R really), so that might well get finished at some point.


Things Bill Adama Knows, A/R, PG

This is what Bill Adama knows.

That he has loved Laura Roslin since the day that he was born. Since before she was born. Since the day the universe burst into being and the stars formed and the first inkling of life began.

That there has always been a Laura-shaped space in his heart, waiting for her to fill it, and though it has taken him sixty years to recognise it for the gaping hole that it is, that takes nothing away from the fact that it has always been there, just waiting, biding its time for her to step into it and make him whole.

That she will leave him, and when she leaves him, he will crumble in on himself around that hole, because his heart is so used to being supported by her body and her mind and her soul that it doesn’t know how to prop itself up without her anymore. That she’s the strong one, and always has been, no matter that her body is so fragile. That it seems impossible that she cannot command her body to heal itself simply by the strength of her will, and have the universe fall into place around her desires.

This is what Bill Adama knows.


Frakkin' Sam, A/R, PG13

Admiral’s Quarters
Battlestar Galactica

Bill wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard her right. They’d been having a quiet dinner together, talking about the problems with the lack of new supplies for ship repairs, and discussing a book she’d borrowed from him, and he’d been admiring her legs in his favourite skirt and hoping she was in a good enough mood for a bit of fun before she had to go back to Colonial One because it had been a while since they’d had the chance, and then his brain caught up with his ears and he spluttered.

“Say that again?”

“Sam Anders is organising a pyramid tournament and I’m going to be on his team.” She took a delicate bite of the algae-based concoction that passed for dinner that evening, somehow making it look edible.

“What?! Tell me you’re joking, Laura.” She had to be joking. Didn’t she?

She shook her head, putting her fork down and looking at him. “No, I’m not joking. It’s a good idea, it’ll boost morale. And Sam wants me on his team and I want to play.”

(Tall, handsome, young) Sam Anders wanted Laura on his team. Bill just bet he did. All that touching (with those arms) and tackling (and those muscles) and team talks (whispering and giggling and huddled away together) and Laura in a tight little pyramid strip (and team showers? Oh gods, team showers. And post-game rubdowns. Zeus’ balls!) and ...

She was snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Bill?”

He glowered at her. She and Mr Anders had been far too friendly for his liking back on New Caprica, with all those dinner invitations with Kara and cosy chats and going for walks and messing about on the pyramid courts together, while he’d been stuck on Galactica half the time. Granted, when he wasn’t on Galactica, he was usually in Laura’s bed, but Anders had been on the planet all the time. And gods only knew what had gone on in the four months after he’d jumped away and Kara had been locked away in that house. Laura was very circumspect about the whole thing. Ok, so he knew they’d been blowing up cylons and getting thrown in detention most of the time, but there was always comfort frakking? Wasn’t there? Anders would have had to be mad to pass up the chance. And it was obvious he and Kara had been having problems recently. And now Laura wanted to get all cosy with him again. Playing pyramid?

He wasn’t happy about this. Wasn’t happy at all.

“What?” She was frowning at him.

“It’s inappropriate, Laura.” Maybe he could talk her out of it. And then suggest a little one-on-one practice of their own...

“Do you not think I’ve thought it through? Maybe back on Caprica, it would have been inappropriate for a president to do something like this, but there’s less than forty thousand of us left, Bill, and people need to see that I’m as human as they are. I’ve lived alongside these people. Taught their children, washed my clothes alongside them, showered alongside them ... take that look off your face, it’s not like I had a choice ... so a few games of pyramid aren’t going to ruin my reputation, are they? And anyway, if it’s alright for you to get up in the ring and get yourself beaten bloody, then it’s alright ...”

She was leaning forward a little, making her points, and that blouse was the white crossover one that he liked, and ...



“Oh, for frak’s sake. I’m playing, and that’s that.” And the expression on her face said that arguing with her about it wasn’t going to get him anywhere except the couch. On his own.

“Well ... I want to play too. You and I can set our own team up.” There was an idea. Then he could provide the team showers and the rubdowns.

She shook her head a little. “No can do, Bill. We need to use your starboard flight deck for the courts because it’s the only place big enough to fill with spectators, and I’m going to ask Saul to be the referee, so you need to stay out of it. You need to be neutral so we don’t get any accusations of bias. Anyhow, that moustache is against regulations for pyramid. Sam told me.” She picked up her glass of water, smirking a little at him over the top of it.

Frakkin’ Sam told her. Frakkin’ Sam wanting him kept out of it. Frakkin’ Sam trying to get Laura all to himself.

“Well, you shouldn’t be on Anders’ team, Laura.”

“Why not?” She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Uh...” Because he’s young and has that six-pack and those arms and he likes to drape them around your shoulders and you giggle when he does ... “Because ...”

Dammit. There must be dozens of reasons it was a bad idea other than that, surely?

She looked at him pointedly for a long moment, before speaking slowly, as though he was a five year old. “I’m going to play pyramid, Bill. I’m going to be on Sam’s team, Bill. And you can stop being such a big baby about it, Bill. Thank you for dinner, it was lovely. And now I need to be getting back to my shuttle.”

And she got up, packing her papers back into her bag, ruffled his hair and then went to the hatch and opened it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Admiral.” And then she was gone, leaving just a trace of her perfume on the air.

Frakkin’ Sam ruining his perfectly planned seduction. Frakkin’ Sam.


Daphne, Laura/Kara, PG

The first time Laura sees it, it’s one of her bad days, where her legs are like jelly and her muscles ache, and she’s had to ask Billy to postpone all her meetings until tomorrow in the hopes, small as they are, that she’ll feel better. One of those messages was to Kara, who, in true Kara Thrace fashion, arrived on the next raptor shuttle. And now, here they are, in Laura’s bedroom, Laura’s head against Kara’s thigh, Kara’s fingers stroking through Laura’s hair. Mostly in silence. There’s not much more to say.

It’s the bandage on Kara’s wrist that catches Laura’s eye, and she touches it gently. “Did you hurt yourself?” Her voice sounds rough and scratchy to her ears. Her mother’s voice, from those long-ago days in the sunny room in Caprica City General.

“No. Well, yes, but I meant to.” Kara’s fingers are soothing, slow, and there’s a part of Laura that always marvels at how peaceful the girl can be sometimes.

Laura worries. She’ll always worry, that there’s a part of this girl that has a death wish that she hides under bravado and passion, and so she tugs feebly at the bandage. “Show me.” And Kara, after a few moments of hesitation, does.

But the lines on Kara’s wrist are not the deep, red scores that Laura has feared. Instead, elegant black lines in a pattern that she almost recognises curve on the tender skin of Kara’s arm, and Laura traces them in wonder.

“What is it?”

And Kara’s eyes are wide and young and sorrowful as she answers. “It’s a laurel leaf. I needed something ... Laurel leaves are evergreen, you know? They never die.”

And the tears that start behind Laura’s eyes are immediate, and she pulls Kara down to kiss her, knowing that there’s nothing she can say to make it better.


Three days after her cure, and Kara’s hands are all over her and her lips can’t stop kissing Laura’s hair and forehead when Laura notices the bandage on Kara’s wrist again.

“You changed it?”

And this time, Kara peels off the bandage immediately, a wide smile on her face, and Laura sees the twining gracefulness of the stark leaves around the paleness of Kara’s arm. All the way around, and she looks up, questioningly, to Kara’s face.

And Kara smiles, that wide, Starbuck smile, and touches Laura’s cheek gently.

“It tried to beat you and you won. I had to change it. A crown of laurels. For victory.”


Ghosts, Laura/Kara, PG

They both live in a world full of ghosts.

All those souls weighing down on Laura’s shoulders, both the living and the dead, haunt her at every turn, reminding her of their presence and their needs and their sad, disapproving voices. She can’t block them out. Won’t. But sometimes she needs to take a break, take a breath, so that she can plunge back into their grasp and keep on negotiating a path through their midst.

Kara’s ghosts are different. Their faces are clearer, less nebulous. Zak’s. Her mother’s. And she tries to hide her face in Laura’s shoulder and Laura’s chest so that she can’t see them, but they won’t let her go, and she knows it. But sometimes she can stave them off for just a little while.

Maybe that’s why they cling so hard to each other when things get quiet and the ghosts come out to play.


Enigmatic, Laura/Kara, PG

Sometimes when Laura looks at Kara, for a moment, it’s no longer Kara she sees, but a being made of light and air. An angel, waiting, hovering, filling her with strength, pushing her onwards and onwards. She flies amongst the stars, seeking, searching, guiding Laura on the path she’s forging in her desperation to find humanity a new home. An angel who sweats, cries, laughs, fights, but an angel nonetheless. Laura doesn’t know what she did to deserve the gift of this guardian watching over her, but she touches Kara in gratitude every chance she gets, hoping that her kisses and her trust will be enough to thank her.

Kara keeps her secrets, and Laura won’t pry. She just watches in wonderment, and holds her tongue.


Sometimes when Kara looks at Laura, it’s like she sees past the mortal flesh and blood woman in front of her and can see who Laura really is. All her life, she’s worshipped Artemis and Aphrodite, attending temple when she can, praying to her figurines when she can’t. But suddenly, it’s Athena who holds her attention, in the guise of this red-headed goddess. She listens to Laura’s press conferences and hears the voice of wisdom in her, she watches Laura try to hold their little civilisation together with her bare hands, she bows her head to this patron of heroes and she whispers her prayers silently into her goddess’s skin at night.

She worships with everything that she has, but she keeps quiet. It’s Laura’s secret, and Kara will never tell.


Untitled, Laura/Kara, PG, warning for death

Kara stands stoic, staring ahead of her, because that’s what she does. Somewhere inside, she’s screaming, ready to punch someone, but Laura made her promise and so she’s shaking with the effort of keeping it all inside, her nails digging into the palms of her hands.

Lee’s eyes are shining a little, and the Admiral’s voice is gruffer than she’s ever heard it, but none of them can be feeling what she’s feeling, like there’s no way the universe can really still be going now that laugh no longer exists. She’s been here before, but practice doesn’t make perfect in this case, and this is one thing she doesn’t want to be good at.

There should be choirs of angels, rending of clothes, something, anything but this quiet echoing room full of people shuffling their feet and clearing their throats and a box in the centre that holds Kara’s heart.

But there isn’t, and Kara stands stoic, watching as the doors close and Laura drifts out into the stars, waiting for the moment she can go back to her bunk, drown herself in a bottle of whiskey and try not to join her.




Those pictures of Mary, and of Mary and Jamie, at the TNT Upfronts are the Best Thing Ever.

*dies again*


( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 17th, 2012 03:12 pm (UTC)
I'm putting off reading half of these until I'm at work and the customers are particularly terrible and I just want to crawl under my desk and never look at the ticketing system again because I discovered reading a drabble on my downtime does so much to improve my mood. Especially when they're good ones.

But I just read your pyramid fic and I just love it -- everything about it. The premise, the way it played out, ugh. It's perfect and thank you so much for writing it.

I need a happier Roslin icon now.
May. 17th, 2012 03:24 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you, honey! I actually have about 8000 words of it written and then I got stymied, but I really do want to get back to it sometime soon because it's happy and cracky and fun. I love that you love it :)

May. 17th, 2012 03:32 pm (UTC)
OMG, you wrote Laura/Kara!? It's one of those ships that jumps up and grabs you unexpectedly, isn't it?

They're all really wonderful. I love how angsty your Kara is and how she reflects a side of Laura that others don't really see that clearly.

And poor Bill being so jealous of Sam! LOL
May. 17th, 2012 03:36 pm (UTC)
I know! It surprised me too! I don't know where they came from. But apparently I now ship Laura/Kara as well as Laura/Bill, Laura/Lee and Laura/Sam. Ship ALL the Laura ships. It's Twitter, I swear. letterstonorah and I have been goading and encouraging each other with the Laura/Kara all day.

I've never really written Kara before so this was a bit of an experiment. I'm glad she turned out ok, though. And she seems to make Laura all protective, which is interesting. I love learning new stuff about my characters.

And poor Bill being so jealous of Sam! LOL

LOL, well, that fic is going to make him plenty jealous when I finish it. Laura&Sammy are snugglebuddies.

Thank you, hon ♥

Edited at 2012-05-17 03:38 pm (UTC)
May. 17th, 2012 03:39 pm (UTC)
Aww, Laura/Kara! That last one reminded me so of when Kara was watching Socrata die. The ship has so many levels!

And it's great to see you writing!

Edited at 2012-05-17 03:39 pm (UTC)
May. 17th, 2012 03:43 pm (UTC)
That last one is kind of a sequel to one that letterstonorah wrote, called Pillow Talk, which is just beautiful and well worth the read :)

I kind of love them now. I don't know where the ship came from, but they're fabulous.

Hee! I'm so happy to have pounded out so many words (for me) this morning :) Thank you, hon ♥
May. 17th, 2012 04:11 pm (UTC)
All these Laura/Kara ones are so beautiful!
May. 17th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you, sweetie! ♥
May. 17th, 2012 04:35 pm (UTC)
These are wonderful :-) I love the Sam one for the frustration and jealous!Bill, but the structure is so well-done--I love Laura's speech, ending every sentence with "Bill.".
The Laura/Kara ones are beautiful and have such a sense of grace and love. I love the laurel crown so much! And the first one...yes. Just, yes, of course there's a Laura-shaped hole in his heart. Lovely.
May. 17th, 2012 06:46 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I think my Laura&Sam thing is easily the most dialogue-heavy thing I've ever written - I often tend to avoid lots of dialogue because it's tricky trying to make the characters sound like the characters. Laura, in particular, has a very idiosyncratic cadence to her voice, and it's not easy to get onto paper. But apparently I can do it when they're being cracky, heh.

And thank you so much for the Laura/Kara comments. I'm usually terrified of writing Kara, so I don't know where these came from, really, but apparently Laura is my gateway drug into everything. I was saying earlier that I've been wanting to find a way to bring the Daphne and Apollo myth into some kind of connection with Laura because there are so many nods to it!

Thanks ♥
May. 17th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
Mmm... Laura and Sam showering together? /distracted
Looking forward to reading that piece in its entirety :) Bill's reaction to the whole thing was just hilarious.

The amount of Kara/Laura that was produced on that post took me by surprise. Not a pairing I'd seen written in a serious context before (though some were silly). I quite like your tattoo one, Kara's such a physical person, of course she would ink Laura onto her skin!

Yes.. ship Laura with everyone :D
May. 17th, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC)
They may very well do. I am highly tempted, mmm. I really hope I can get back into it and get it written, because it genuinely made me giggle when I was planning it out.

It took me and letterstonorah by surprise too! I think we caught the competitive bug. It's never been a big ship (though there are a few good pieces of fic floating about), and I didn't even really ship it at all until a couple of days ago, and now I love 'em. I love all the Laura ships. Bill and Lee and Sam and Kara and everyone. I love seeing what new aspects of her different people draw out, and she's really interesting with Kara. And I've always wanted to learn to write Kara properly, so maybe this is the way to do it.

Thank you, hon ♥
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May. 18th, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC)
Help yourself! I'm sure murphy987 wouldn't mind. In fact, help yourself to any of my icons. The creators are all on my userpics page if I know them ♥
Oct. 9th, 2012 04:23 am (UTC)
Here to read Things Bill Adama Knows for the A/R remix (beautiful!), but Frakkin' Sam is the funniest thing I've read in a while. And the visuals...oh the visuals... :D
Oct. 9th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
LOL, one day I'll finish that fic. I've got 8000 words of it done, and then got sidetracked, but jealous!Bill is the funniest thing ever.

Thanks :)
Nov. 5th, 2012 10:06 pm (UTC)
I think you have just killed me.


Quite seriously.

How - WHY?! When did I miss these anyway. >>" Oh - right - that was when I was in and out of the hospital. Oops. (^_^)"

That said, I am so glad I saw the remix post today, so I could hop on over here, and what can I say? Every. SINGLE. ONE OF THESE FICLETS!!! Were magic to me. I love the way you managed to capture different aspects of each relationship in each one, and it just worked SO WELL. I loved both the Laura/Bill ones - the first was just poetic, and the second one was hilarious, and SHE RUFFLED HIS HAIR AT THE END THERE. XD That's what I do to all my younger cousins. XD

And the Laura/Kara ones are just gorgeous. The feeling I'm getting from attempting my own fic with them right now is that they had the potential (and I truly believe they did on the show) to understand each other so well. I love how their characters parallel each other, and it's just.... GAH!

*is ded*
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