BSG FIC :: "Chimera" [Helena Cain/Laura Roslin, PG13-R]
Title: Chimera
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13-ish, maybe a light R
Pairings: Helena Cain/Laura Roslin
Date: 13-15 February 2008
Word Count: 1013
Written for: tellitslant
Challenge: getyourtoaster Cain round pinch hit
Summary: She was right in calling me Kassandra; no one believes in the doom I see…
Spoilers: Pegasus & Resurrection Ship, Parts 1 & 2
Warnings: Character death
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: "Battlestar Galactica," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Ron Moore, David Eick, SciFi, R&D TV, Sky TV, and USA Cable Entertainment LLC. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Battlestar Galactica," SciFi, or any representatives of the actors whose characters are involved.
Original Requests:
character you want paired with Cain: D'Anna
up to three things you want to see in the story: pre-apocalypse, an interview over drinks, optionally D'Anna doing Cylon reconaissance
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
character you want paired with Cain: Kat
up to three things you want to see in the story: Kat flirting, Cain reminiscing
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
character you want paired with Cain: Roslin
up to three things you want to see in the story: mythology references, sex on Colonial One
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
Author’s Notes: I'd had ideas for both D'Anna and Roslin initially, then lost track of both ideas when I got involved in lastficstanding. And then when I remembered this one, I couldn't get the original Roslin idea back into my brain, so I went with the next best option. And I think, in the end, I went with the best option. I really like how this played out, but wish I'd been able to do more with the sex…
Dedication: My muses, for always pulling thru in the end…
Beta: celievamp
"Chimera"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Tell me, Madame President." The voice startles me out of the fitful reveries of chamalla-induced sleep. "Do you think it wise to let these people under your rule continue to believe in your so-called prophetic abilities?"
Blinking sleepily against the drug-induced lethargy, I reach for my glasses to stare at the woman standing before me. She's decked out in her full military uniform, the same as I've always seen her since Pegasus was reunited with the fleet and survivors, but she looks…different somehow.
"How did you get in here?" My gods, is that my voice?
"Does it matter? I'm here now, and that's what you should concern yourself with, isn't it?"
Eyes narrowing, I shift to sit up. "You have no right to be here. Colonial One is not part of your military fleet, Admiral Cain. Kindly get your frakking ass out of my quarters and back to your own ship."
"No, I don't think so, Laura," she purrs, advancing toward me. "I think it's time you understood something about your benighted Commander Adama. He's a frakking coward. He can't keep control of his crew or the civilians, let alone someone like you."
"And you think you can?" I will not let her know about this tendril of fear and excitement oozing down my spine. "What kind of idiot do you take me for, Admiral Cain?"
"Helena."
"Hippolyta, Amazon queen," I retort, forced backward as she leans in over me. "But then she was killed by Theseus, wasn't she?"
She snorts in derision, pats my cheek condescendingly. 'You flatter yourself if you think you can take me on in your current condition, Laura Roslin. Bigger than you have tried and failed."
"No one can beat the indomitable Helena Cain, is that it?"
Her image wavers for a moment, edges dipping and blurring; as my vision begins to clear, she's shrouded in a crimson-hued Colonial flag with stars dripping from her mouth. Her lips are moving, she's saying something, but I don't understand a word of it. In the blink of an eye, we're back to normal and she actually looks concerned.
"Madame President? Are you all right?"
"Your days are numbered, Helena Cain." I hear myself saying the words, but have no idea where they come from. "You'll meet your end at the hands of someone you know and care for."
Her laugh is loud and scornful, tilting her head back to reveal the long column of her throat. "Still telling your false prophecies, are you, doomed Kassandra? There is no one I care for anymore, Laura. They're all dead now."
"Not all," I reply, feeling the tendrils of chamalla-induced prophecy still twined around my nerves. "There is one left that you still care fo--"
She cuts off my words with a demanding kiss that turns my senses inside out. I struggle to fight her off, but weakness and an oddly rising desire quickly quell my rebellion. By the gods, how can I be thinking of letting her have her way with me like this? The woman raises my hackles at every turn; I wanted Bill to kill her, for frak's sake! And still the image of Helena Cain shrouded in a bloody flag won't remove itself from my brain.
"Relax, Laura," she murmurs against my lips. "Don't fight this. In times of war, love and intimacy are luxuries that we can't afford. But something to take our minds off the devastation, even for a few moments, is the one thing we can look forward to."
Her fingers card through my hair, and I feel a sudden disgust at my less than perfect appearance. Bill doesn't pay me this kind of attention, and who am I to stop this woman's advances? Perhaps the leverage of blackmail will be to my benefit. If only that vision would go away…
"Wait!" I stiffen as her hand wraps around my diseased breast. No, this can't happen.
"Shh, I know." And she doesn't stop the gentle pressure against my breast; her lips continue to tease mine before trailing off toward my earlobe. The fact that I can feel that damned nipple responding is a surprise in and of itself. "Let me show you what he can't do for you."
Moaning softly, I lean into her touch, trustingly exposing my neck to this woman who somehow sees beyond the death shadowing me. Maybe she's right; maybe I'm fooling myself and everyone else regarding the prophecies. It's not like I've gotten us any closer to Earth, and if Doc Cottle's right, I'll be dead long before we're even remotely near the thirteenth colony.
"Maybe it's not real," I whisper to myself, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.
The jarring of the phone ringing forces my eyes open and I'm staring at that damned bloody veil covering her. "Let it go," she soothes, grabbing for my hand as I try to answer the phone. "Whatever it is, it can wait."
I struggle against her, feeling that blood soak into my own skin and clothes. I wanted this woman dead; now I'm letting her frak me? No, this can't happen, no matter how good it may feel. Oddly enough, she doesn't fight me now. There's a sadness tingeing her features as I pick up the phone.
"Laura, there's something I need to tell you about Admiral Cain." I'm not surprised to hear that it's Bill's voice. Glancing up, she's not surprised either, as she steps back toward the door, where I first saw her.
"What about her?" I ask, reaching out toward her slowly disappearing form.
"She's dead, Laura. The Pegasus XO just called to tell me he'd found her dead in her quarters, and their Cylon prisoner has escaped."
A sharp pang of regret stabs through my chest. She was right in calling me Kassandra; no one believes in the doom I see, not even the woman who was never really here. "I'll -- Give me some time to get prepared. We'll meet in an hour. Goodbye, Bill."
I don't even allow him the chance to say goodbye.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13-ish, maybe a light R
Pairings: Helena Cain/Laura Roslin
Date: 13-15 February 2008
Word Count: 1013
Written for: tellitslant
Challenge: getyourtoaster Cain round pinch hit
Summary: She was right in calling me Kassandra; no one believes in the doom I see…
Spoilers: Pegasus & Resurrection Ship, Parts 1 & 2
Warnings: Character death
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: "Battlestar Galactica," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Ron Moore, David Eick, SciFi, R&D TV, Sky TV, and USA Cable Entertainment LLC. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Battlestar Galactica," SciFi, or any representatives of the actors whose characters are involved.
Original Requests:
character you want paired with Cain: D'Anna
up to three things you want to see in the story: pre-apocalypse, an interview over drinks, optionally D'Anna doing Cylon reconaissance
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
character you want paired with Cain: Kat
up to three things you want to see in the story: Kat flirting, Cain reminiscing
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
character you want paired with Cain: Roslin
up to three things you want to see in the story: mythology references, sex on Colonial One
up to two things you don't want to see in the story: non-con
preferred rating: the higher the better
Author’s Notes: I'd had ideas for both D'Anna and Roslin initially, then lost track of both ideas when I got involved in lastficstanding. And then when I remembered this one, I couldn't get the original Roslin idea back into my brain, so I went with the next best option. And I think, in the end, I went with the best option. I really like how this played out, but wish I'd been able to do more with the sex…
Dedication: My muses, for always pulling thru in the end…
Beta: celievamp
"Chimera"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Tell me, Madame President." The voice startles me out of the fitful reveries of chamalla-induced sleep. "Do you think it wise to let these people under your rule continue to believe in your so-called prophetic abilities?"
Blinking sleepily against the drug-induced lethargy, I reach for my glasses to stare at the woman standing before me. She's decked out in her full military uniform, the same as I've always seen her since Pegasus was reunited with the fleet and survivors, but she looks…different somehow.
"How did you get in here?" My gods, is that my voice?
"Does it matter? I'm here now, and that's what you should concern yourself with, isn't it?"
Eyes narrowing, I shift to sit up. "You have no right to be here. Colonial One is not part of your military fleet, Admiral Cain. Kindly get your frakking ass out of my quarters and back to your own ship."
"No, I don't think so, Laura," she purrs, advancing toward me. "I think it's time you understood something about your benighted Commander Adama. He's a frakking coward. He can't keep control of his crew or the civilians, let alone someone like you."
"And you think you can?" I will not let her know about this tendril of fear and excitement oozing down my spine. "What kind of idiot do you take me for, Admiral Cain?"
"Helena."
"Hippolyta, Amazon queen," I retort, forced backward as she leans in over me. "But then she was killed by Theseus, wasn't she?"
She snorts in derision, pats my cheek condescendingly. 'You flatter yourself if you think you can take me on in your current condition, Laura Roslin. Bigger than you have tried and failed."
"No one can beat the indomitable Helena Cain, is that it?"
Her image wavers for a moment, edges dipping and blurring; as my vision begins to clear, she's shrouded in a crimson-hued Colonial flag with stars dripping from her mouth. Her lips are moving, she's saying something, but I don't understand a word of it. In the blink of an eye, we're back to normal and she actually looks concerned.
"Madame President? Are you all right?"
"Your days are numbered, Helena Cain." I hear myself saying the words, but have no idea where they come from. "You'll meet your end at the hands of someone you know and care for."
Her laugh is loud and scornful, tilting her head back to reveal the long column of her throat. "Still telling your false prophecies, are you, doomed Kassandra? There is no one I care for anymore, Laura. They're all dead now."
"Not all," I reply, feeling the tendrils of chamalla-induced prophecy still twined around my nerves. "There is one left that you still care fo--"
She cuts off my words with a demanding kiss that turns my senses inside out. I struggle to fight her off, but weakness and an oddly rising desire quickly quell my rebellion. By the gods, how can I be thinking of letting her have her way with me like this? The woman raises my hackles at every turn; I wanted Bill to kill her, for frak's sake! And still the image of Helena Cain shrouded in a bloody flag won't remove itself from my brain.
"Relax, Laura," she murmurs against my lips. "Don't fight this. In times of war, love and intimacy are luxuries that we can't afford. But something to take our minds off the devastation, even for a few moments, is the one thing we can look forward to."
Her fingers card through my hair, and I feel a sudden disgust at my less than perfect appearance. Bill doesn't pay me this kind of attention, and who am I to stop this woman's advances? Perhaps the leverage of blackmail will be to my benefit. If only that vision would go away…
"Wait!" I stiffen as her hand wraps around my diseased breast. No, this can't happen.
"Shh, I know." And she doesn't stop the gentle pressure against my breast; her lips continue to tease mine before trailing off toward my earlobe. The fact that I can feel that damned nipple responding is a surprise in and of itself. "Let me show you what he can't do for you."
Moaning softly, I lean into her touch, trustingly exposing my neck to this woman who somehow sees beyond the death shadowing me. Maybe she's right; maybe I'm fooling myself and everyone else regarding the prophecies. It's not like I've gotten us any closer to Earth, and if Doc Cottle's right, I'll be dead long before we're even remotely near the thirteenth colony.
"Maybe it's not real," I whisper to myself, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.
The jarring of the phone ringing forces my eyes open and I'm staring at that damned bloody veil covering her. "Let it go," she soothes, grabbing for my hand as I try to answer the phone. "Whatever it is, it can wait."
I struggle against her, feeling that blood soak into my own skin and clothes. I wanted this woman dead; now I'm letting her frak me? No, this can't happen, no matter how good it may feel. Oddly enough, she doesn't fight me now. There's a sadness tingeing her features as I pick up the phone.
"Laura, there's something I need to tell you about Admiral Cain." I'm not surprised to hear that it's Bill's voice. Glancing up, she's not surprised either, as she steps back toward the door, where I first saw her.
"What about her?" I ask, reaching out toward her slowly disappearing form.
"She's dead, Laura. The Pegasus XO just called to tell me he'd found her dead in her quarters, and their Cylon prisoner has escaped."
A sharp pang of regret stabs through my chest. She was right in calling me Kassandra; no one believes in the doom I see, not even the woman who was never really here. "I'll -- Give me some time to get prepared. We'll meet in an hour. Goodbye, Bill."
I don't even allow him the chance to say goodbye.