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Is it too much to ask for some GOOD Battlestar Galactica Kara "Starbuck" Thrace fanfiction? I mean the good stuff. Not Kara/Lee tripe that is almost all I can find. I don't really care about pairings. I just want to read some decent fanfic to tide me over until the premiere of season four.
I wrote a little drabble born out of my frustration with the less-than-compelling fanfiction I've found.
It's [obviously] Kara Thrace and Pre-Maelstrom.
In her dreams, she flew.
Not in a Viper or a Raptor, but honest-to-Gods flying. She’d stand at the top of a building in Caprica City, look down at the world below her, and step off the ledge and find herself in the air, weightless, soaring through the sky.
Sometimes she thought she could fly when she was awake. She’d look out over the hanger deck, close her eyes and imagine jumping over the railing. She didn’t much care that if she did jump over the railing, she’d plummet about fifteen feet to the hanger deck floor to either an unsightly demise or an embarrassing mess of broken limbs and bruised skin.
She doesn’t dream that often anymore. Instead she has nightmares.
They are twisted, dark things, where she is lying in the dirt, unable to see and unable to move. She can feel him behind her, his hand brushing her ankle, a finger on her thigh as she tries to crawl away. She’s moving at a snails pace, and she can barely open her eyes, not enough to see anything fully. She catches glimpses of him all around her, fading in and out of the shadows. She can hear him whispering to her.
“This has all happened before and it will all happen again.”
It’s usually at this point that she wrenches herself out of slumber and lies in her rack, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. Sleep is no longer appealing, even though she is bone tired, and everyone around her (that isn’t on CAP) is snoring or otherwise occupied. Helo and Athena are living together now, and so is Apollo and Dee. She doesn’t even want to consider the possibility of Sam. And the Old Man and she haven’t been getting along lately.
Not that she would ever want to talk with anyone.
So she spends the rest of her time walking around the ship, thinking about flying, and of the man that she slid metal into time and time again. And she wonders when she’ll be able to let herself finally soar.
I just wish that some people would write fanfiction that echoes the tone of the show and isn't completely OOC.
That being said, I've been writing a little more than usual. Nothing major. Just some drabbles that I want to make something bigger from. And some rants.
I wrote a little drabble born out of my frustration with the less-than-compelling fanfiction I've found.
It's [obviously] Kara Thrace and Pre-Maelstrom.
In her dreams, she flew.
Not in a Viper or a Raptor, but honest-to-Gods flying. She’d stand at the top of a building in Caprica City, look down at the world below her, and step off the ledge and find herself in the air, weightless, soaring through the sky.
Sometimes she thought she could fly when she was awake. She’d look out over the hanger deck, close her eyes and imagine jumping over the railing. She didn’t much care that if she did jump over the railing, she’d plummet about fifteen feet to the hanger deck floor to either an unsightly demise or an embarrassing mess of broken limbs and bruised skin.
She doesn’t dream that often anymore. Instead she has nightmares.
They are twisted, dark things, where she is lying in the dirt, unable to see and unable to move. She can feel him behind her, his hand brushing her ankle, a finger on her thigh as she tries to crawl away. She’s moving at a snails pace, and she can barely open her eyes, not enough to see anything fully. She catches glimpses of him all around her, fading in and out of the shadows. She can hear him whispering to her.
“This has all happened before and it will all happen again.”
It’s usually at this point that she wrenches herself out of slumber and lies in her rack, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. Sleep is no longer appealing, even though she is bone tired, and everyone around her (that isn’t on CAP) is snoring or otherwise occupied. Helo and Athena are living together now, and so is Apollo and Dee. She doesn’t even want to consider the possibility of Sam. And the Old Man and she haven’t been getting along lately.
Not that she would ever want to talk with anyone.
So she spends the rest of her time walking around the ship, thinking about flying, and of the man that she slid metal into time and time again. And she wonders when she’ll be able to let herself finally soar.
I just wish that some people would write fanfiction that echoes the tone of the show and isn't completely OOC.
That being said, I've been writing a little more than usual. Nothing major. Just some drabbles that I want to make something bigger from. And some rants.