100moods #096 Touched
Title: Anywhere Away From Here
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Three/Five (D'anna Biers/ Aaron Doral)
Prompt: #096 Touched
Word Count: 318
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Final minutes of 2x08 Final Cut & 2x20 Lay Down Your Burdens Pt.2 Also invloves another of my fics Outskirts.
Summary: For 100moods.
So, I saw the Season 3 promo yesterday, and ever since I've been itching to write something. Something that takes place a least a little on New Caprica, and invloces my favorite (and made-up) ship Doral/D'anna. And since I couldn't think of anything new to write, I decided to go ahead and type this up, because it's been sitting in my journal for more than 4 months.
Background for this is probablly needed. I think it may make sense even if you haven't read Outskirts, but it would probablly help to go read that one first.
Thanks goes to RDM for giving us all that beautiful promo and Snow Patrol for making the song Run, which I listened to while writing this and stole from for the title and cut text. ^_^
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A face never seen, a soul never known. A future unimagined and lost in the blink of an eye. A lifetime’s hope and work, all in vain.
A terrible sadness could be felt, like the icy fingers of the ocean in the morning, through all their models. A dull aching that made every Three and every Five feel hollow, sleeper of not. A Three on the fugitive fleet’s barren new world felt it when she was talking with the former president. Between small talk about the ever-gray weather and whispers concerning the ineffective government, she had a feeling as though she had been hit in the stomach, of having her insides scooped out and tossed into space. She had to excuse herself, had to scramble outside to feel the ashy air around her and fill her lungs with the chilly air. She felt it hit her too, except this time it was the tears from an unexplainable place that ran down her cheeks and were chilled by the cool breeze.
There was a Five in a drab, spare transport. Flanked on both sides by a Six and an Eight, and he was Aaron in the middle, who suddenly felt as if he wasn’t there any more, as if his consciousness had escaped the craft and was now floating around between the stars. Everything was black and cold, no past, no future and no present. Nothing to keep living for.
And finally, one of each in the Birthing Unit, bringing a special new Four into their world. There they were, crouched next to each other and next to the tank, almost but not quite touching. And each could feel the other’s muscles and thoughts tense for the briefest moment before the cold. Afterwards, once their new brother was on his way into life, they found each other, in a dark corner of the unit and shared the overwhelming sadness.
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You know the deal, comments are teh love. Feedback is my anti-drug.
Also, I think I shall start taking requests for my BSG 100moods claim. You can find the table here if you'd like to request to see a certain mood, or you can just throw out characters/situations you'd like to see. Request away!
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Three/Five (D'anna Biers/ Aaron Doral)
Prompt: #096 Touched
Word Count: 318
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Final minutes of 2x08 Final Cut & 2x20 Lay Down Your Burdens Pt.2 Also invloves another of my fics Outskirts.
Summary: For 100moods.
So, I saw the Season 3 promo yesterday, and ever since I've been itching to write something. Something that takes place a least a little on New Caprica, and invloces my favorite (and made-up) ship Doral/D'anna. And since I couldn't think of anything new to write, I decided to go ahead and type this up, because it's been sitting in my journal for more than 4 months.
Background for this is probablly needed. I think it may make sense even if you haven't read Outskirts, but it would probablly help to go read that one first.
Thanks goes to RDM for giving us all that beautiful promo and Snow Patrol for making the song Run, which I listened to while writing this and stole from for the title and cut text. ^_^
~*~*~
A face never seen, a soul never known. A future unimagined and lost in the blink of an eye. A lifetime’s hope and work, all in vain.
A terrible sadness could be felt, like the icy fingers of the ocean in the morning, through all their models. A dull aching that made every Three and every Five feel hollow, sleeper of not. A Three on the fugitive fleet’s barren new world felt it when she was talking with the former president. Between small talk about the ever-gray weather and whispers concerning the ineffective government, she had a feeling as though she had been hit in the stomach, of having her insides scooped out and tossed into space. She had to excuse herself, had to scramble outside to feel the ashy air around her and fill her lungs with the chilly air. She felt it hit her too, except this time it was the tears from an unexplainable place that ran down her cheeks and were chilled by the cool breeze.
There was a Five in a drab, spare transport. Flanked on both sides by a Six and an Eight, and he was Aaron in the middle, who suddenly felt as if he wasn’t there any more, as if his consciousness had escaped the craft and was now floating around between the stars. Everything was black and cold, no past, no future and no present. Nothing to keep living for.
And finally, one of each in the Birthing Unit, bringing a special new Four into their world. There they were, crouched next to each other and next to the tank, almost but not quite touching. And each could feel the other’s muscles and thoughts tense for the briefest moment before the cold. Afterwards, once their new brother was on his way into life, they found each other, in a dark corner of the unit and shared the overwhelming sadness.
~*~*~
You know the deal, comments are teh love. Feedback is my anti-drug.
Also, I think I shall start taking requests for my BSG 100moods claim. You can find the table here if you'd like to request to see a certain mood, or you can just throw out characters/situations you'd like to see. Request away!