charity ~ BSG (Tory/Three/D'anna)
title: exquisite the colors run
prompt: #94 charity
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Tory/Three/D'anna
rating: R
words: 250
thanks: good thing that mandysbitch is still in America, because I couldn't have done it without her. also, written at a sleepover chez mazily/tangleofthorns!
A/N: part of The Map (spoilers through "Occupation/Precipice")
"Well Tory, it's just like old times." D'anna is unpacking a box of videotapes, shelving them in chronological order (#187 Baltar surrender; #349 harvest riots; #625 Tigh interrogation). "Want to brief me about something, for nostalgia's sake?"
Three closes the door behind Tory, who's cradling a file-folder under one arm ('The Disappeared: Kara Thrace').
"These days, you're the one with the information," Tory says. She glances between D'anna and Three; 'one' becomes plural.
"Roslin sent her," Three says.
"She didn't," Tory says. "She doesn't know I'm here. But she knows Leoben has Starbuck."
D'anna crosses her arms. "If she knows, why are you coming to me for evidence?"
"I don't know how to find her."
Three sits on the edge of the desk, inches her skirt up her thighs. "What's it worth to you?"
Tory looks Three in the eye as she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in Three's underwear.
"Three's collecting Presidential mistresses." D'anna grins. She hoists her camera to her shoulder, points it at Tory like a weapon. "One recording for another?"
Tory makes Three come in less than five minutes. When they're finished, D'anna labels the tape (#708 sexual favors: Three and Tory). "I have a video of my execution," she says. "Do you want to watch it?"
Tory stands, wiping her mouth. "Aren't you wondering how Laura knows?"
"Some of us," Three says, "have visions of things to come."
Tory picks up her folder. Her hands shake. "Help me," she says, "Please."
prompt: #94 charity
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Tory/Three/D'anna
rating: R
words: 250
thanks: good thing that mandysbitch is still in America, because I couldn't have done it without her. also, written at a sleepover chez mazily/tangleofthorns!
A/N: part of The Map (spoilers through "Occupation/Precipice")
"Well Tory, it's just like old times." D'anna is unpacking a box of videotapes, shelving them in chronological order (#187 Baltar surrender; #349 harvest riots; #625 Tigh interrogation). "Want to brief me about something, for nostalgia's sake?"
Three closes the door behind Tory, who's cradling a file-folder under one arm ('The Disappeared: Kara Thrace').
"These days, you're the one with the information," Tory says. She glances between D'anna and Three; 'one' becomes plural.
"Roslin sent her," Three says.
"She didn't," Tory says. "She doesn't know I'm here. But she knows Leoben has Starbuck."
D'anna crosses her arms. "If she knows, why are you coming to me for evidence?"
"I don't know how to find her."
Three sits on the edge of the desk, inches her skirt up her thighs. "What's it worth to you?"
Tory looks Three in the eye as she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in Three's underwear.
"Three's collecting Presidential mistresses." D'anna grins. She hoists her camera to her shoulder, points it at Tory like a weapon. "One recording for another?"
Tory makes Three come in less than five minutes. When they're finished, D'anna labels the tape (#708 sexual favors: Three and Tory). "I have a video of my execution," she says. "Do you want to watch it?"
Tory stands, wiping her mouth. "Aren't you wondering how Laura knows?"
"Some of us," Three says, "have visions of things to come."
Tory picks up her folder. Her hands shake. "Help me," she says, "Please."