bsg, bsg/fnl/harry potter fic
again, prompts & drabbles under the cut/s.
Battlestar Galactica; Athena, Sam Anders
warning: character death
'DEATH FIC'
“Sharon, Sharon! Frak, you’re bleeding.”
“Athena, Sam. It’s Athena.” She coughs up blood, but manages to push against his chest lightly. He backs up a little. “It’s okay. I’ll resurrect back on the ship. You’ll probably see me again.”
Sam leans down again, gripping her hand tightly. His eyes are wild, and Athena almost wonders why. “We blew up the Resurrection Ship, remember? You’re not going to resurrect. You’ll…”
Athena’s eyes don’t change, but she seems to understand. “Go, Sam.”
“What?”
“They’re coming. You have to go-” she starts coughing again, hand clutching her blood-soaked side.
“No. I’m not going to leave you. I promised Helo, remember? I’d keep you safe.”
Athena smiles weakly, then tries to worm her hand out of Sam’s. “You’re going to have to break - the promise.” She pauses and gasps in pain; Sam lets go of her hand and begins to attempt to stop the bleeding. “Sam - go.”
“I’ll… I’ll take you with me. Cottle can fix you up, we won’t- you don’t-”
“Sam. Listen to me. I’m going to die,” she says it very evenly, looking straight into his eyes. “The chrome-jobs are coming - look, you’ve got me speaking like all you civvies now,” she chuckles, a tear falling down her cheek, “Just - just tell Helo I love ’im, and Hera as well. Make sure they’re okay.” She reaches for his hand now, “Make sure she’s okay, Sam. Alright? Don’t let her… Just - make sure.”
“Okay,” Sam finally whispers. He gets up at the last possible moment, hearing the unmistakeable thud of metal boots upon metal. He leaves her in the middle of the corridor, undignified and wrong, but he can’t go back now. And he doesn’t want to look back, because he’ll regret it even more, and he’d come back and fight those godsdamned chrome-heads till he couldn’t.
He does look back, in the end. Fleetingly, as he turns the corner. And all he sees is Centurions; more guns, more metal.
More blood.
Battlestar Galactica/Friday Night Lights/Harry Potter; Athena/Sirius Black/Tim Riggins
'THREESOME FIC'
“Are you sure he’s going to come?”
“In what sense?”
Sirius raised his eyebrow at Athena, who had been chuckling at his... 'insecurity', when there was a lazy, almost hesitant knock on the hatch door. Athena shot Sirius an amusedly meaningful look, but his face had already morphed back into the mask of confidence; Athena rose up languidly from the couch and opened the door on the second round of knocks.
“Hey Tim. We were just waiting for you.”
There was a smirk on his lips. “You were?”
Sirius spoke up from where he was sitting, almost posing, on the edge of the table. “Absolutely.” The two residents drank in Tim’s appearance. “You’re wearing your #33 shirt.”
Tim winked at him, moving further into the room. “I knew you liked it.”
Athena appeared behind him, playing with the hem of his shirt. Tim was slightly surprised at the lack of formalities, but finally chuckled. Athena teased, “You sure it wasn’t what was underneath?” As she spoke, her hands skimmed underneath his shirt, playing with the waistband of his jeans.
Sirius finally stood up, amused smile almost vanishing as he walked closer.
“That may have been it.”
Battlestar Galactica; Athena, Sam Anders
warning: character death
'DEATH FIC'
“Sharon, Sharon! Frak, you’re bleeding.”
“Athena, Sam. It’s Athena.” She coughs up blood, but manages to push against his chest lightly. He backs up a little. “It’s okay. I’ll resurrect back on the ship. You’ll probably see me again.”
Sam leans down again, gripping her hand tightly. His eyes are wild, and Athena almost wonders why. “We blew up the Resurrection Ship, remember? You’re not going to resurrect. You’ll…”
Athena’s eyes don’t change, but she seems to understand. “Go, Sam.”
“What?”
“They’re coming. You have to go-” she starts coughing again, hand clutching her blood-soaked side.
“No. I’m not going to leave you. I promised Helo, remember? I’d keep you safe.”
Athena smiles weakly, then tries to worm her hand out of Sam’s. “You’re going to have to break - the promise.” She pauses and gasps in pain; Sam lets go of her hand and begins to attempt to stop the bleeding. “Sam - go.”
“I’ll… I’ll take you with me. Cottle can fix you up, we won’t- you don’t-”
“Sam. Listen to me. I’m going to die,” she says it very evenly, looking straight into his eyes. “The chrome-jobs are coming - look, you’ve got me speaking like all you civvies now,” she chuckles, a tear falling down her cheek, “Just - just tell Helo I love ’im, and Hera as well. Make sure they’re okay.” She reaches for his hand now, “Make sure she’s okay, Sam. Alright? Don’t let her… Just - make sure.”
“Okay,” Sam finally whispers. He gets up at the last possible moment, hearing the unmistakeable thud of metal boots upon metal. He leaves her in the middle of the corridor, undignified and wrong, but he can’t go back now. And he doesn’t want to look back, because he’ll regret it even more, and he’d come back and fight those godsdamned chrome-heads till he couldn’t.
He does look back, in the end. Fleetingly, as he turns the corner. And all he sees is Centurions; more guns, more metal.
More blood.
Battlestar Galactica/Friday Night Lights/Harry Potter; Athena/Sirius Black/Tim Riggins
'THREESOME FIC'
“Are you sure he’s going to come?”
“In what sense?”
Sirius raised his eyebrow at Athena, who had been chuckling at his... 'insecurity', when there was a lazy, almost hesitant knock on the hatch door. Athena shot Sirius an amusedly meaningful look, but his face had already morphed back into the mask of confidence; Athena rose up languidly from the couch and opened the door on the second round of knocks.
“Hey Tim. We were just waiting for you.”
There was a smirk on his lips. “You were?”
Sirius spoke up from where he was sitting, almost posing, on the edge of the table. “Absolutely.” The two residents drank in Tim’s appearance. “You’re wearing your #33 shirt.”
Tim winked at him, moving further into the room. “I knew you liked it.”
Athena appeared behind him, playing with the hem of his shirt. Tim was slightly surprised at the lack of formalities, but finally chuckled. Athena teased, “You sure it wasn’t what was underneath?” As she spoke, her hands skimmed underneath his shirt, playing with the waistband of his jeans.
Sirius finally stood up, amused smile almost vanishing as he walked closer.
“That may have been it.”