BSG: Phoenix, Ambrosia Number Nine, 1010011010
Title: Phoenix
Author: grey_sw
Characters: Gaius Baltar
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Miniseries
Prompt: Heat
He barely knows her, this girl. He hasn't bothered to get her name, and probably never will. She's fun in bed, though: eager, sexy, and ridiculously hot in his arms, like sweet fire.
If only he'd been looking in the mirror at the time, he might have realized how hot. Maybe he'd have had time to stop it, to fix things, to save everyone the way he always does in his dreams.
But the red glow came and went, and now it's much too late.
Gaius runs for the hills, trailing worthless secrets, the ashes of his world cooling behind him.
Title: Ambrosia Number Nine
Author: grey_sw
Characters: Boomer, Cavil
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 4x03, "Ties That Bind"
Prompt: Heat
"Damn, that's hot."
"Huh?"
"That naked dance thing. It's hot. Y'know--" Cavil waves his hand in a gesture that's simultaneously offhanded and obscene.
Boomer blinks. Nobody's ever mentioned it before. "It is?"
"Frak, yes. Hey, I got some ambrosia in my quarters. You want some?"
She's surprised when she says yes; more surprised when they chat first, for hours, talking smack about Six's stupid religion.
None of the other Eights would have slept with him. None of the other Ones would have talked with her. She's not sure what that means, but he snores in his sleep, and Boomer decides she wants it to happen again.
Title: 1010011010
Author: grey_sw
Characters: Scar
Rating: G
Spoilers: 2x15, "Scar"
Prompt: Heat
His world is heat. Engines ever-burning, thermal readings for his enemies, and the searing pain of death and rebirth, over and over and over.
He gets better at it. He kills Them more, and dies less, learning to hide behind asteroids. He sneaks up while They are busy killing his younger, slower, stupider brethren. Then They die, and he is happy. Until They catch him. He dies, sad and angry. Again.
Two of Them, this time, one wiser than the other. He hunts it, ignoring its companion. Almost... no. Death.
But something is different, is missing. No signal.
He dies, happy, at last.
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Author's Note: I'm looking for a beta-reader for a longer story, preferably someone who is OK with NC-17 & crackish Cylon pairings (see above). Anybody interested?