BSG fic: If It's Worth It (Chief/Sam, PG-13)

[cynthia_arrow]

Title: If It's Worth It
Pairing: Chief/Sam, mentions of Chief/Cally and Kara/Sam (y'all know I'm a shipper, but I'm playing with the dark side of the K/S here)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some angsty pondering post-"Revelations" (4.12). 1100 words.
Note: For Grab Bag: Week One at bsg_slashathon, inspired by the image prompt and the song prompt "Starlight," by

Comments

[trovia]

This is both sad and beautiful. Chief and Sam make a very interesting combination. I'd never have thought of it. But, the way you write them it makes a lot of sense.

Now, if they're here together it's incidental, as pathetically instinctive as he and Kara ever were, but without the rush of passion to make it a good lie

I like this way to look at the Kara/Sam relationship. No problem with the ship (I don't care about it one way or the other) but it's very much to the point, in a dark way.

[cynthia_arrow]

Thanks so much for your feedback. There's not a lot of people who read this pairing, so thanks for taking a chance on it. :)

The funny thing about the Kara/Sam here: I just finished writing a story that looks at that instinctive clinging and sees it in a positive light. I suppose that's why that came into the story here. I really do think it's something that might be good or bad, depending on the way you look at things (or how much you expect out of a broken person like Kara Thrace).

[crickets]

Aw, these are my favorite two. And by my favorite author! So this is an extra special treat!

I read this last night but didn't quite know how to respond. It's just so beautiful and so wrenching. And I think more than that, it feels true. It just is. Impossible to separate from canon, really. Completely reflects all of the despair of those final moments.

Once, they sat down shoulder to shoulder, and Tyrol could understand him even when he didn't want to be understood. Now, if they're here together it's incidental,

:( Boys!

[cynthia_arrow]

Ah, babe, thanks for saying it seems true. And for not saying it's overwritten, lol.

Seriously, I wouldn't have written it at all if not for those prompts, so thanks for that, and for the really kind feedback. ♥

[gigglemonster]

Oh my goodness gracious, you have NO idea how damn excited I was to see you writing these two again! Seriously I made many various squee-like noises! :D
And aww Sammy this is just TOO good. I love how you just get right inside his head and are able to convey so beautifully and painfully everything he's feeling. It's one of those fics that hurts but hurts so good! ;)
I particularly love these two lines:

In fact, maybe he'd go back and undo things, redo them if he could weave them into a different, stronger tapestry, of just the two of them.

I like that Sam is fully aware that both of their relationships were kinda frakked up the way they were. He and Tyrol SO need to just be together and make each other strong.

So why he hates him: it's complicated. It's complicated and it's simple. He could stand all this if they clung to each other, really clung instead of spun and spun and then simply fell together, stuck like magnets. But they never have, even now.I love the whole spinning thing because I can imagine that's what they must feel

[cynthia_arrow]

Aww, thanks! *blushes*

Seriously, you're too sweet. I'm glad this rang true for you. I hope to keep on writing them, especially as we dig more and more into their pasts. :)

(Oh, and thanks for reccing it out, dear. ♥)

[emmiere]

Found through the_wireless, and I'm not even a slash fan, but it's Chief and Sam. And so beautifully done. From New Caprica to where they are now, it's heartbreaking.

[cynthia_arrow]

What a lovely compliment! Thanks for reading (especially since you're not a slasher!), and for the kind feedback. :)

[slybrunette]

Oh, wow. Amazing just doesn't even cover it. I could really get into these two, and this fic is only serving to help with that. This is so right it hurts.

They aren't fighting; they aren't even walking toward anything, just crawling out over the beach like everyone else, like nuts dropping hard off trees and just rolling, rolling in whatever direction they roll.

That part is an especially good look at just how...hopeless everything is. Because they aren't fighting, there's nothing to move forward to. It's almost heartbreaking. So is this:

He could stand all this if they clung to each other, really clung instead of spun and spun and then simply fell together, stuck like magnets. But they never have, even now.

Fantastic work!

[cynthia_arrow]

Oh, thanks so much, babe! I don't usually do angst, but these two sort of beg for it.