fortitude ~ BSG x Global Frequency (Kara/Miranda)
title: I'll be dead in a thousand light years
prompt: #98 fortitude (remainder)
fandom: Battlestar Galactica + Global Frequency (unaired TV pilot)
pairing: Kara Thrace/Miranda Zero (Michelle Forbes)
rating: PG
words: 300 (eep!)
thanks: to aeonian for fixing things, and to iamsab for reminding me about potential space and smartballs (the gift that keeps on giving!)
A/N: it was jennyo who speculated about the Liahona; incidentally, the only religious coterie of five that I can come up with is the goddesses of avalon // the final part of The Map
Kacey holds a bronze orb out to Kara, saying, "Present!" Julia has no idea where she got it. Kara goes back to her bunk (not to Sam, not to Lee, not to the bar where they're getting drunk, and certainly not to sickbay, where the Agathons are fretting over a baby she still thinks of as Laura's). She falls asleep with the tarnished and filigreed relic cradled against her breasts.
(The dream is like a memory of things to come.)
The woman looks like Admiral Cain. She touches Kara's cheek like Admiral Cain, fingers gentle and terrifying as a haunting.
"Kara Thrace," she says, "I'm Miranda Zero. And you're on the Global Frequency."
(This could be a vision of heaven, or of Earth.)
Kara trembles. "Are you of the Gods?" she asks.
Miranda Zero laughs. She wraps her hand around Kara's throat, barest threat of pressure on her larynx. "I'm neither God nor his oracle." She leans close, breath kissing the arabesque of Kara's ear. "I safeguard Earth against God and man alike."
And then, the orb is back in Kara's palm. Miranda cups it to Kara's center, as if to push it inside her.
"You've been given a compass, Kara, a relay to this world," she says. "It belongs to Laura -- as does the hybrid child, as do you. Or these things pass to the Cylon prophet. Either way, they bring the holocaust of your races upon the Thirteenth Colony."
Miranda touches her lips to Kara's, pulls back from Kara's brazen tongue. "The map dies with the child, with the disease encoded in her. The compass, Kara, is yours to conceal. From your people, your president, your prophet. Earth is yours to save."
(Redeemed by the divine, or by Laura: That's a choice Kara doesn't know how to make.)
prompt: #98 fortitude (remainder)
fandom: Battlestar Galactica + Global Frequency (unaired TV pilot)
pairing: Kara Thrace/Miranda Zero (Michelle Forbes)
rating: PG
words: 300 (eep!)
thanks: to aeonian for fixing things, and to iamsab for reminding me about potential space and smartballs (the gift that keeps on giving!)
A/N: it was jennyo who speculated about the Liahona; incidentally, the only religious coterie of five that I can come up with is the goddesses of avalon // the final part of The Map
Kacey holds a bronze orb out to Kara, saying, "Present!" Julia has no idea where she got it. Kara goes back to her bunk (not to Sam, not to Lee, not to the bar where they're getting drunk, and certainly not to sickbay, where the Agathons are fretting over a baby she still thinks of as Laura's). She falls asleep with the tarnished and filigreed relic cradled against her breasts.
(The dream is like a memory of things to come.)
The woman looks like Admiral Cain. She touches Kara's cheek like Admiral Cain, fingers gentle and terrifying as a haunting.
"Kara Thrace," she says, "I'm Miranda Zero. And you're on the Global Frequency."
(This could be a vision of heaven, or of Earth.)
Kara trembles. "Are you of the Gods?" she asks.
Miranda Zero laughs. She wraps her hand around Kara's throat, barest threat of pressure on her larynx. "I'm neither God nor his oracle." She leans close, breath kissing the arabesque of Kara's ear. "I safeguard Earth against God and man alike."
And then, the orb is back in Kara's palm. Miranda cups it to Kara's center, as if to push it inside her.
"You've been given a compass, Kara, a relay to this world," she says. "It belongs to Laura -- as does the hybrid child, as do you. Or these things pass to the Cylon prophet. Either way, they bring the holocaust of your races upon the Thirteenth Colony."
Miranda touches her lips to Kara's, pulls back from Kara's brazen tongue. "The map dies with the child, with the disease encoded in her. The compass, Kara, is yours to conceal. From your people, your president, your prophet. Earth is yours to save."
(Redeemed by the divine, or by Laura: That's a choice Kara doesn't know how to make.)