Guardian Angel (1/1)
Title: Guardian Angel
Part: 1 of 1
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Life on Mars
Word Count: 202
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: General BSG; through Life on Mars 1x08
Characters: Caprica Six/Annie Cartwright
Excerpt: When she smiles Annie sees strawberries and cream - or maybe blood.
Author's Note: Written for and originally posted at bsg-pornbattle; prompt red dress.
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Annie will never tell Sam, never tell anyone, that ever since they caught Vic Tyler she's known what it's like to have visions too.
"Nice dress," says a voice out of nowhere, deep like treacle and smooth, smug, knowing. Annie feels a tug in her chest and doesn't want to, but can't help it, and thinks of the glint in Sam's eyes every time he's relating some new impossibility.
And there's someone at her back; Annie feels breasts, hips, long slim legs pressing into her body like they've always belonged there. The phantom woman spins and there she is: She's wearing a red dress too. The fabric stripes across her body - a map, Annie thinks, and then wonders why she's thinking it - and her hair is blonde and spiked out, like a rocker's. When she smiles Annie sees strawberries and cream - or maybe blood.
"You're wondering why nobody else is looking at me," says the mystery woman.
"Am I?" Annie returns.
The woman draws one slim finger across her cheek, presses a whisper-thin kiss to her lips so quick and quiet Annie barely has time to catch her breath.
"You are," she replies. "Don't worry, WPC Cartwright. I'm your guardian angel."
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Poll Guardian Angel
Part: 1 of 1
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Life on Mars
Word Count: 202
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: General BSG; through Life on Mars 1x08
Characters: Caprica Six/Annie Cartwright
Excerpt: When she smiles Annie sees strawberries and cream - or maybe blood.
Author's Note: Written for and originally posted at bsg-pornbattle; prompt red dress.
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Annie will never tell Sam, never tell anyone, that ever since they caught Vic Tyler she's known what it's like to have visions too.
"Nice dress," says a voice out of nowhere, deep like treacle and smooth, smug, knowing. Annie feels a tug in her chest and doesn't want to, but can't help it, and thinks of the glint in Sam's eyes every time he's relating some new impossibility.
And there's someone at her back; Annie feels breasts, hips, long slim legs pressing into her body like they've always belonged there. The phantom woman spins and there she is: She's wearing a red dress too. The fabric stripes across her body - a map, Annie thinks, and then wonders why she's thinking it - and her hair is blonde and spiked out, like a rocker's. When she smiles Annie sees strawberries and cream - or maybe blood.
"You're wondering why nobody else is looking at me," says the mystery woman.
"Am I?" Annie returns.
The woman draws one slim finger across her cheek, presses a whisper-thin kiss to her lips so quick and quiet Annie barely has time to catch her breath.
"You are," she replies. "Don't worry, WPC Cartwright. I'm your guardian angel."
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Poll Guardian Angel