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HOYGAN HOYGAN ME DISCURPO DE ANTEBRASO POR EL SPAM QUE SUFRIRIERAN OY… 
3rd-Jul-2008 08:28 pm
BSG: Healing
HOYGAN HOYGAN ME DISCURPO DE ANTEBRASO POR EL SPAM QUE SUFRIRIERAN OY LOS SIÑIORITOS Y SIÑIORITAS LAIFCHURNALEROS GRASIAS QUESTENVIEN.
Resulta que estoy poniendo al día mis memorias y curiosamente me he percatado que hay fics que tengo por ahí desperdigados que nunca llegué a publicar en LJ así que sintiéndolo mucho y para no alargar la cosa por los días de los días, los voy a subir todos hoy lo cual significa que básicamente os colapsaré un poco la Flist. Mis más sinceras disculpas.
Y ya que estamos por aquí y para que esta no sea una entrada compleamene inutil

drabble de BSG sin betear del todo (so, there) para

acuatica

 

Athena/Helo 
 

Earth is cold.
 

Athena maneuvers under the tent canvas placing Hera´s toys and Helo´s clothes on the improvised shelves made of old planks and angular stones, trying to gain some free space to move around.
 

Earth is bright and sterile and so so goddamned cold that her feet are nearly freezing almost to the point of no return and she has to rub her own arms vehemently in order to keep some warm.
 

-It´s not how I had imagined
 

From the mess of blankets and old hard cushions that make up the bed Helo embraces their daugther preventing her from getting too cold and messing up her hair while she sleeps soundlessly.
 

-I think it´s not how anybody had imagined
 

Her voice sounds a little rash, as if it also felt too cold traveling in waves in the air so she decides that enough is enough and that it´s about ime to hit the bed.
 

-Do you think it will be different now? – he asks her as she gets under the blakets and embraces him from behind- with the cylons
 

And it´s something she tries not to think about, because she can die now, really die, and has worked hard to be where she is, who she is, with whom she is... and the fact that there are others out there that look exactly the same as her doesn´t really change a single bit of that.
 

-I don´t know – she says while planting a kiss between his shoulder blades – i don´t think it matters
 

Helo gives her heat and she buries herself in his back feeling save, and loved, and whole
 

-Maybe you´re right
 

She probably is, because there are bad humans and good cylons and every shadow of gray in between, and in the end every single one of them, no matter how they were born, would have to face the others, and face themselves in the mirror, and face their own God one day.
 

Earth brought them all toguether so maybe, they could realize that they are not so different after all, at least some of them.
 

That´s the beauty of Earth.
 

But it´s so, so fraking cold...
 
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Adama/Tigh
 

Laura is resting in the tent so he walks around the frozen land, dodging ruins of old civilizations that look like the ruins of their hopes.
 

-This frakking planet it´s a big frozen piece of shit
 

Saul´s voice at his back make him feel tense and on guard all over again. He also feels betrayed, and sad, and nauseated and probably a little bit depressed but he has no intention of going near that anytime soon so he dosen´t turn around and doesn´t answer, he just keeps walking trying to locate any thin stick that could help him rebuild his model ship. Again.
 

-You know you´ll have to talk to me eventually. There´s not much to do around here
 

He fits his hands and grits his teeth but still doesn´t turn around
 

-I don´t have anything to say to you
 

-Well I frakking do
 

His voice it´s hard and his pronunciation the same as a drunken sailor, as always has been. It´s a little too much to recognize him and doesn´t know at all who his old partner in arms is anymore. So he keeps walking and does not turn around.
 

-I never knew! – He shouth at his back – And even if I would, Iwouldn´t have changed a single thing – His words resound at the near mountains – I´d still have fought those frakking bastard toaster to death!
 

And he believes him. He believes him but still can´t talk to him and still can´t turn around.
 

-Bill!- he calls him and he stops in his tracks- I´m still with you against the bad guys!
 

The sun is reaching its peak and Laura should be about to wake up for her medicine dosis. He reaches down and pick up two thin stiks that maybe, maybe not could help him with his goddamned ship that probably he shoud just send to hell, and then begins to walk back to the camp.
 

-It´s getting too hard to distinguish who the bad guys are anymore – he says when passes near Saul.
 

And he never turns around
 
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Kara/Anders
 

The camp has a larger tent with stones as chairs and bigger stones as tables where you can always find some cards game action and acceptable booze. It´s not much but for Kara Trace is enough.
 

Sometimes she goes there alone, sometimes she goes with a bunch of pilots, most of the times she goes there with Lee. She never goes there with Anders but sometimes she finds him there.
 

-So you´re going to leave me – he says as if it were some kind of acceptable greeting
 

She drinks her booze in one smooth movement and leaves her glass and Anders behind, dodging him
 

-I already left you, Sam
 

She walks trough the crowd and zips up her coat before stepping out into the bright sun and the cold air.
 

-Why? – he asks
 

She stops and turns to face him even when she doesn´t want to because that´s who she is.
 

-I never lied to you
 

Anders comes near her and talks softly and easy as if that were what it would take to bring her back
 

-I haven´t changed- he explains and tries to touch her face with his hand but she retreats- I´m not different from who I was when we married
 

And that´s wrong on so many levels. This marriage has been wrong on so so many levels that she snorts before talking again.
 

-But you are, Anders. You were always just the easiest way. Uncomplicated. You´re not that anymore- she says and turns around before speaking again over her shoulder – I never lied to you.
 

She waks to get back to her tent where Lee maybe would be waiting for her to help her get warm or distracted. Probably both.
 

-I love you- she hears him says but she never gets back.
 

She would never get back again.
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Tyrol/Eight
 

He walks around looking for her. Any of her.
 

Jimmy sleeps in his arms without the slightest idea that his father is about to go totally insane and curls his tiny finguers grabing his clothes as if that could make him miracolously inmune to the wrongs of the Universe.
 

And there is so many wrongs in the Universe... so so many that Tyrol gets a little frantic when he sees her, one of the Eights.
 

-Ey you! – he shouts when she is within reach – do you know me?
 

She smiles like he have seen her do a zillion times before only it´s the first time he mets her and he is confused by that idea but not nearly as much as he should be.
 

-You´re Tyrol- she says, and then – you´re one of the four
 

He doesn´t confirm neither denies
 

-Do you know Boone?
 

-I have some of her memories- she explains with curiosity
 

-Good – Jimmy stirs in his arms and he rocks him back to sleep- Good. Do you have any memories of us?
 

He is anxious, way more than he should be, nevertheless have been ages since the last time he and Boone were toguether
 

-Yes
 

His throat tightens just a little
 

-Do you know if back then, when she discovered she was a cylon... do you know if she somehow felt I was the same thing as her?
 

She ponders, she chooses her words carefuly, she looks so much like her back on those days...
 

-She felt you were the same thing as her but she didn´t supect you were a cylon if that is what you wanna know- and that breaks his heart a thousand times
 

He left her. He loved her and he left her and then he married her murderer, and now he is lost and has to raise a litlle child on his own and he feels too frakking gone to do so.
 

-Thanks- he says, and then rocks Jimmy a little more and sniffs his warm baby smell agains the cold air, the cold Earth...
 

... the cold hole inside himself.
 
Está en inglés, pero si alguien lo quiere en castellano que me de un silbidito
Comments 
3rd-Jul-2008 08:38 pm (UTC)
Buff. Me he quedado con la boca abierta. Me han encantado, y eso que hacía siglos que no leía fic en inglés. Me ha gustado mucho lo del frío de la Tierra como hilo conductor de los cuatro drabbles, ¡¡porque además has escrito los cuatro!! *Does the dance of joy*

El Helo/Athena es taaaan bonito. Vale, tengo prdilección por esa pareja, pero esa manera de describirlos, con Athena abrazando a Helo desde atrás y besándolo entre los omóplatos, es preciosa. Y los veo justo así, Helo preguntándose si por fin llegarán a entenderse y Athena sintiéndose diferente a pesar de que haya decenas como ella... Para mí son *la* pareja.

El Adama/Tigh es muy ¿tenso? Es la mejor palabra que se me ocurre. Tigh nunca ha sido santo de mi devoción pero reconozco que en el último episodio me tocó la fibra sensible y ese "He never turns around" me ha dado pena. Me gusta tu Tigh, siendo tan él como de costumbre ("This frakking planet it´s a big frozen piece of shit", heeee) y hablando con acento de marinero borracho (porque es cierto que habla así y nunca lo había puesto en palabras en mi cabeza) Y adoro a Adama, por supuesto, intentando reconstruir esa maqueta que, asúmelo, Bill, nunca mandarás al infierno.

El Kara/Anders me ha dado tela de pena. Yo siempre he sido más de Sam que de Kara, la verdad. Pero siempre será así, ella ya le habrá dejado y él seguirá preguntando por qué, él dirá "te quiero" y ella no se dará la vuelta. Y todo se resumen maravillosamente en la frase "She never goes there with Anders but sometimes she finds him there". Pobre Sam.

Y el Tyrol/"Boomer" me ha parecido el más brillante y triste de todos. Really, chapeau. Tyrol buscando a una de las Ocho para preguntarle por Boomer es inquietante y triste y tremendamente realista. Siempre pensé que Tyrol nunca olvidó a Boomer, y me lo imagino justo así, incapaz de olvidarla incluso teniendo a Jimmy entre los brazos. Con "She felt you were the same thing as her but she didn´t supect you were a cylon" se me ha hecho un nudo en el estómago, for the real.

Ala, dejo de darte la lata. Que conste que no estoy loca ni nada, es que me chifla BSG :P Y los drabbles son geniales, ni me imaginaba cuando lo dejé caer en el otro post que escribirías los cuatro y encima tan rápido y tan chachi *g*

Muchas gracias :D
4th-Jul-2008 08:22 am (UTC)
Es el primer fic que leo de BSG y me ha encntado leerlo en primicia ;)

Creo que mi preferido es el Adama/Tigh porque es que realmente son muy muy ellos. Mucho. A big frozen piece of shit. Definitivamente, sí.

Si tienes algo más, you know *wink wink* Yo qué se, un Adama/Roslin mismamente *wink wink*
11th-Jul-2008 08:03 pm (UTC)

A Dios pongo por testigo, que algún día conseguiré que no uses acentos graves en lugar de apóstrofes.

Me sabe a poco. I mean, es lo suficientemente guayoso para que me quede con ganas de más aunque claramente es un formato que funciona muy bien para cosas cortas.

BTW, si te planteas publicarlo en algún otro lado, dame un silbidito que le doy un beteo rápido ;) *is anal retentive*

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