Fic: V/BSG Crossover
That's right, I wrote a really short Juliet Parrish and Laura Roslin conversation piece...one day, during work. :) I'm a sci-fi geek, so I will admit that the characterizations have probably suffered because I just really really wanted to do a Julie and Laura piece.
Timeline: Can that even exist in a fic like this? I don't think so. Both these shows have spaceships, that's all that matters, really.
She stares at her, a cold detachment emanating from her eyes. President Roslin stares back with barely concealed hatred. Julie doesn't flinch. She came here for a reason.
"I want my people released."
Roslin blinks slowly. "You want a lot of things Ms. Parrish."
"No, I want one thing."
"If what you say is true, then you will have no where to go, and you will want a lot of things."
"We will take care of ourselves, as we have been. My people do not deserve to be locked in your cages like animals. We have suffered enough under military dictatorship and we didn't leave that wasteland to be trapped on your ships."
"Ms. Parrish," and here Roslin carefully moves her hands behind her back. Julie is rigid, fighting to stay calm. "We are no dictatorship. We have elections, we listen to the people. Your are here because they attacked our fighter pilots."
"They were being questioned with no just cause!" She tries, she really tries to stay calm but it's getting harder every time Roslin opens her mouth.
"They put a soldier in the hospital."
"They were afraid. You must understand, our world was ravaged by monsters who came with words of peace and systematically killed, brainwashed and ATE my people. They did it through the government, through the cops, through the soldiers. We have no reason to trust you, and as you keep us prisoner we have no reason to believe you will not finish what those reptiles started!"
Roslin stared at the flustered woman, feeling a silent sympathy for her if she was, in fact, telling the truth. She knew what it was like to run, to feel trapped, to see no way out, but that didn't stop her from being as hard as she needed to be so her people could survive.
"You too must understand that our world was also destroyed, by machines who look like us. They infiltrated us, and left us with thousands, when before we had billions. We also fight for survival, and you and your people are strangers speaking of monsters and a world that not only are we hoping to find, but that you say is now useless to us. Any one of you could be Cylons trying to trick us, to make us abandon hope once and for all. You see, Ms. Parrish, the carefulness that we both display, the paranoia if you will, is for very good reason."
Julie stared, exhausted, hoping for a world that no longer existed. She nodded, looking to the quiet man to Roslin's right. Cold and hard the Admiral stood, never saying a word, but showing that he would protect the president if the need arose. She nodded to Roslin, finally sitting in the chair across from her desk. Roslin stood for mere seconds, before she too quietly sat down.
"There must be something that can be done. After all we've been through, I can't let what's left of my people die this way. Not after everything, not after everything..." Julie stared at Roslin, though she barely saw her. The reflections behind her eyes were that of Los Angeles, of the Rebellion, of the blood and the death and the screams that she saw every time she shut her eyes.
"Perhaps we can speak more of this when you've rested."
Julie shook her head. "There is no rest. There hasn't been for over 25 years."
"You should sleep, Ms. Parrish. We will speak of this tomorrow."
Julie nodded, knowing she had no choice but to leave. As she stood, the soldiers flanked her, taking her back to her cell.
Mike is in the cell looking angry and ready to kill. There's a blond woman there that she doesn't know. Handcuffs are on her hands and legs. The woman looks up at her blankly and Julie has a feeling that she is being set up. She eyes this new addition as she sits by Mike. When she looks at him questioningly he shrugs and says, "They brought her in a while ago. She hasn't said a word, and the soldiers just stand there, staring."
Julie nods. She hopes that Mike isn't thinking of doing something daring, something wild and heroic. She knows the look she saw in Roslin's eyes because she's seen it in the mirror more than a few times. That woman will do anything to assure the continued survival of her people. Roslin will not think twice about killing Mike.
She sits quietly, wondering how the rest of her people are being treated. They all still look at her as a savior that can create miracles. She knows she's no such thing. She knows she's only a mortal. She wonders if that will ever be enough for them. She wonders when they will stop believing in her. She knows that she is the one that holds them together. She knows that if she falters now, they will be lost and they will suffer, possibly die in space. She knows it, though she wishes she didn't. She wishes she could sit back and follow instead of always leading. She wishes she could hand over the reigns to Mike, but she knows that he will lead them to destruction with his cowboy ways and lack of a bigger picture. No, Julie must lead. She must figure out something with Roslin, and she must continue the species that was so thoroughly destroyed back on earth.
The end.
Battlestar Galactica meet V: Second Generation
When they come you wonder if they are enemies or allies. She stands before them, their leader, and she speaks words that make you wonder and make you fear for the continued survival of your people.
They arrive in fire and chaos, the complete opposite of the peaceful looking Visitors. Julie forgets to breathe as the dark night is set ablaze. There are fighter pilots all over the sky, but nothing she has seen before. Julie knows another change is about to occur, and again she fears for her people's continued survival.
Timeline: Can that even exist in a fic like this? I don't think so. Both these shows have spaceships, that's all that matters, really.
She stares at her, a cold detachment emanating from her eyes. President Roslin stares back with barely concealed hatred. Julie doesn't flinch. She came here for a reason.
"I want my people released."
Roslin blinks slowly. "You want a lot of things Ms. Parrish."
"No, I want one thing."
"If what you say is true, then you will have no where to go, and you will want a lot of things."
"We will take care of ourselves, as we have been. My people do not deserve to be locked in your cages like animals. We have suffered enough under military dictatorship and we didn't leave that wasteland to be trapped on your ships."
"Ms. Parrish," and here Roslin carefully moves her hands behind her back. Julie is rigid, fighting to stay calm. "We are no dictatorship. We have elections, we listen to the people. Your are here because they attacked our fighter pilots."
"They were being questioned with no just cause!" She tries, she really tries to stay calm but it's getting harder every time Roslin opens her mouth.
"They put a soldier in the hospital."
"They were afraid. You must understand, our world was ravaged by monsters who came with words of peace and systematically killed, brainwashed and ATE my people. They did it through the government, through the cops, through the soldiers. We have no reason to trust you, and as you keep us prisoner we have no reason to believe you will not finish what those reptiles started!"
Roslin stared at the flustered woman, feeling a silent sympathy for her if she was, in fact, telling the truth. She knew what it was like to run, to feel trapped, to see no way out, but that didn't stop her from being as hard as she needed to be so her people could survive.
"You too must understand that our world was also destroyed, by machines who look like us. They infiltrated us, and left us with thousands, when before we had billions. We also fight for survival, and you and your people are strangers speaking of monsters and a world that not only are we hoping to find, but that you say is now useless to us. Any one of you could be Cylons trying to trick us, to make us abandon hope once and for all. You see, Ms. Parrish, the carefulness that we both display, the paranoia if you will, is for very good reason."
Julie stared, exhausted, hoping for a world that no longer existed. She nodded, looking to the quiet man to Roslin's right. Cold and hard the Admiral stood, never saying a word, but showing that he would protect the president if the need arose. She nodded to Roslin, finally sitting in the chair across from her desk. Roslin stood for mere seconds, before she too quietly sat down.
"There must be something that can be done. After all we've been through, I can't let what's left of my people die this way. Not after everything, not after everything..." Julie stared at Roslin, though she barely saw her. The reflections behind her eyes were that of Los Angeles, of the Rebellion, of the blood and the death and the screams that she saw every time she shut her eyes.
"Perhaps we can speak more of this when you've rested."
Julie shook her head. "There is no rest. There hasn't been for over 25 years."
"You should sleep, Ms. Parrish. We will speak of this tomorrow."
Julie nodded, knowing she had no choice but to leave. As she stood, the soldiers flanked her, taking her back to her cell.
Mike is in the cell looking angry and ready to kill. There's a blond woman there that she doesn't know. Handcuffs are on her hands and legs. The woman looks up at her blankly and Julie has a feeling that she is being set up. She eyes this new addition as she sits by Mike. When she looks at him questioningly he shrugs and says, "They brought her in a while ago. She hasn't said a word, and the soldiers just stand there, staring."
Julie nods. She hopes that Mike isn't thinking of doing something daring, something wild and heroic. She knows the look she saw in Roslin's eyes because she's seen it in the mirror more than a few times. That woman will do anything to assure the continued survival of her people. Roslin will not think twice about killing Mike.
She sits quietly, wondering how the rest of her people are being treated. They all still look at her as a savior that can create miracles. She knows she's no such thing. She knows she's only a mortal. She wonders if that will ever be enough for them. She wonders when they will stop believing in her. She knows that she is the one that holds them together. She knows that if she falters now, they will be lost and they will suffer, possibly die in space. She knows it, though she wishes she didn't. She wishes she could sit back and follow instead of always leading. She wishes she could hand over the reigns to Mike, but she knows that he will lead them to destruction with his cowboy ways and lack of a bigger picture. No, Julie must lead. She must figure out something with Roslin, and she must continue the species that was so thoroughly destroyed back on earth.
The end.
Battlestar Galactica meet V: Second Generation
When they come you wonder if they are enemies or allies. She stands before them, their leader, and she speaks words that make you wonder and make you fear for the continued survival of your people.
They arrive in fire and chaos, the complete opposite of the peaceful looking Visitors. Julie forgets to breathe as the dark night is set ablaze. There are fighter pilots all over the sky, but nothing she has seen before. Julie knows another change is about to occur, and again she fears for her people's continued survival.