In Homage to Other Fanfics
How could I have not discouvered fanfic before BSG?
I loved Choosing Sarah's Reunion, https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4661696/1/Reunion-The-Beta-Version and even though I'm sometimes confused, I'm always in awe. For those who've not read it, you should. It's a Kara/Lee saga, involving time travel and a return to the Caprica of Before the Fall. I love it. Who knew people could write Viper scenes like that? I'm not sure she's still continuing the series, but in any case, I wrote a couple of responses. I hope she doesn't mind.
Reading the series, I kept waiting, increasingly impatient, for Adama to show up. And since I'm A/R, I couldn't wait for the entire company to meet Roslin. So here I was, happily reading along, waiting for my Beloved, (say what!), when he shows up in chapter 19. And I hear his voice in my head, and I'm grinning like an idiot, only... what? That's NOT my Adama.
Throughout the series, the Apollo in Reunion makes several comments to Starbuck, warning her not to expect the Adama she knows and loves. Despite the help he's hoping to receive from his father, he reminds her that Adama was a different man before Zak's death. It's a deliberate choice, and I think a good one. As a result, in Reunion, Adama is stoic, and rigid, and unwilling to listen to his son.
As I love the Adama Angst, naturally, I love this dynamic. It's Adama's coldness towards Starbuck which causes the ache in my heart. To be fair, he's never met her, as it's a time travel fic, but still... it hurts. The Adama-Starbuck relationship is one of my favourite aspects of the series, I can't leave it like that.
So. The following response popped into my head. And then Roslin's did. And then... it just kept going. I like Choosing Sarah's Zak. He doesn't have to die, right? Adama can still become our Adama while keeping both sons, right?
Of course right.
Standard Disclaimer: RDM owns BSG, Choosing Sarah wrote Reunion
Rating: G
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, you just have to wait for it.
It's AU, so there aren't really any spoliers, though there are plenty in Reunion...
Bill had to remind himself not to growl at the assembled dignitaries. He hated attending these affairs, and tonight he wasn’t the mood to pretend. He sighed. It would help if they served anything at Presidential events other than champagne. He hated champagne. He shifted, unwilling to leave his safe spot in the corner to forage for something stronger. He’d give it another hour, to satisfy the demands of Admiral Nagala,that he attend. Then he’d escape.
He wondered if Zak was still up. Humph. The kid was 20. He’d be up. The question was whether he’d hear his cell over whatever dance music was playing in whatever club he was in this Saturday night. He’d give it a try, though. He wanted to talk to his youngest son. Maybe he could help him make sense out of whatever the hell was going on with his eldest.
Damn, Lee. What the hell are you thinking?
Not for the first time, he wished could break through to his son. Wished he could find a way through that shell of his, get him to listen. He knew it was partially his fault; after five minutes with Lee, he often had to resist the urge to grab him by the collar and shake him. Why couldn’t he be more like Zak? Zak had fire, don’t get him wrong. He was quick to anger, way quicker than Lee. Carolanne had always said Zak was Bill’s son in that regard, they both quicker to anger, both quicker to forgive. Still, Zak actually seemed to listen sometimes.
Sometimes Bill wondered whether they should have had Lee’s ears tested to make sure they worked properly.
He never listened. Not to mention the fact that he just flat out refused to explain what he was thinking. He just refused to let whatever was in that fool head of his out. Bill could see the gears working in Lee’s mind, but it was as if his son shut down in front of him. Still, he could read him better than he thought. It was clear as day that Lee was hiding something from him.
Something serious.
It had to be serious, given where his head was at. Headquarters? What the frak was that boy thinking? Turning down early admission to War College? The frak? Lee had struggled for that spot, earned it, and now was just going to throw it away? Bill knew his son better than he thought he did. He was meant to fly. He’d atrophy at HQ.
He knew that Lee often resented what he saw as pressure regarding his career path, resented being cast in his father’s shadow, but the truth was that Bill understood his son’s concerns. He understood what it was like to want to find your own path. It was one of the reasons he’d joined the service, become Husker, the Viper pilot, not William Adama, Supreme Court Justice.
Still, Lee had always been driven by his own ambition as much as by Bill’s pressure. Yes, Lee was more political than he was, took more after his grandfather and Carolanne’s family, but he was still twenty-two. And when he flew… he was lightning in a bottle. He’d wanted War College, that had been clear, and if ever anyone was meant to fly, it was Lee Adama. The test results from the sims alone made that clear. They were talk of the Admiralty. He was meant to fly. Even if Lee hadn’t been his son, Bill would still have been concerned to see such natural talent wasting away at HQ.
And that was before this previous week. The rumors coming out of the Academy regarding Lee’s off-duty flying… Phenomenal was the word used most. Hell, they’d started calling him Apollo. Son of Zeus. Son of Husker. Bill grimaced internally. They’d clearly pulled up some of his old sims, ones where he was young and foolish and liked to showboat. Part of him was proud of that… Hell, who was he kidding? He was immeasurably proud of that. Both of his son’s prowess in the air and of the fact that Lee’s call sign harkened back to the reputation Bill had earned in the air. They’d called him a prodigy, and his son was nearly as good.
What was Lee thinking? Could it be that blond flying with him? Starbuck?
Wait, how did he know her call sign?
Lee swore it wasn’t infatuation over this girl, Kara, that had distracted him. The truth was, it would be out of character for Lee to get distracted by a girl, even one Bill could see sparked all over him. Bill could see, though, this wasn’t any girl…maybe Lee had his head turned? The rumors regarding her flying were almost as extraordinarily as Lee’s; better even, when it came to flying outside of the box. They speculated that if she could have gone up wing to wing with Husker, she might have given him a run for his money.
There was just something about that girl... Surely he hadn’t come across her before? Something about her… The way she stood, the way she moved… The way she looked at him, expecting… something… from him… Like she knew what he was going to say before he said it. The way she watched him and Lee, like she knew them both better than they knew themselves…
Just something about her. Standing in her living room, that other night, he had to fight the urge to slump on her couch, ask her for a drink, and beg her to explain what the hell was going on with his son. And he’d only just met her. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure how long Lee had known her. The way they were together, you’d think years somehow, but you’d think Bill would have heard about her before now if that had been the case. Lee may not tell him everything, but a girl that remarkable… a relationship that was clearly that close… you’d think her name would have come up.
And there was something about the way the two of them had held themselves, standing in Kara’s bohemian apartment. While he didn’t know how old Starbuck, (Kara!) was, Lee was only twenty-two. They were both barely out of the Academy. So then, why did they hold themselves like combat veterans? They were both babies, why did he instinctively know that they could handle themselves in the air? Why did he sense that they had both been in The Shit? Who would they have fought? The Colonies had been at peace with the Cylons for decades…
Damn it, Lee. Talk to me.
Bill looked at his watch, again. He wanted to call Zak.
Maybe even Carolanne. He grimaced. Maybe not. They’d been getting better, lately, but there was still too much scar tissue there. Plus, Lee irritated him the most when he reminded him of Carolanne’s side of the family.
Best be safe. Stick with Zak.
He’d always been the peacemaker in the family, the only one who could explain Lee to his father and vice-versa. It was funny, that he’d gotten that role in the family, that of a peacemaker. Everyone always said he was Bill’s son the way Lee was Carolanne’s. And no one he’d ever met had ever described Bill Adama as a natural peacemaker. He’d always been a little too much of a rogue. He’d always had to work on that, work on tamping down his natural urge to jump before he looked, work on following his head as well as his gut...
Suddenly a flicker of color caught his attention from the corner of his eye. A slight redhead in a slate gray ball gown was moving through the crowd, heading towards President Adar.
There you are…
I loved Choosing Sarah's Reunion, https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4661696/1/Reunion-The-Beta-Version and even though I'm sometimes confused, I'm always in awe. For those who've not read it, you should. It's a Kara/Lee saga, involving time travel and a return to the Caprica of Before the Fall. I love it. Who knew people could write Viper scenes like that? I'm not sure she's still continuing the series, but in any case, I wrote a couple of responses. I hope she doesn't mind.
Reading the series, I kept waiting, increasingly impatient, for Adama to show up. And since I'm A/R, I couldn't wait for the entire company to meet Roslin. So here I was, happily reading along, waiting for my Beloved, (say what!), when he shows up in chapter 19. And I hear his voice in my head, and I'm grinning like an idiot, only... what? That's NOT my Adama.
Throughout the series, the Apollo in Reunion makes several comments to Starbuck, warning her not to expect the Adama she knows and loves. Despite the help he's hoping to receive from his father, he reminds her that Adama was a different man before Zak's death. It's a deliberate choice, and I think a good one. As a result, in Reunion, Adama is stoic, and rigid, and unwilling to listen to his son.
As I love the Adama Angst, naturally, I love this dynamic. It's Adama's coldness towards Starbuck which causes the ache in my heart. To be fair, he's never met her, as it's a time travel fic, but still... it hurts. The Adama-Starbuck relationship is one of my favourite aspects of the series, I can't leave it like that.
So. The following response popped into my head. And then Roslin's did. And then... it just kept going. I like Choosing Sarah's Zak. He doesn't have to die, right? Adama can still become our Adama while keeping both sons, right?
Of course right.
Standard Disclaimer: RDM owns BSG, Choosing Sarah wrote Reunion
Rating: G
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, you just have to wait for it.
It's AU, so there aren't really any spoliers, though there are plenty in Reunion...
Bill had to remind himself not to growl at the assembled dignitaries. He hated attending these affairs, and tonight he wasn’t the mood to pretend. He sighed. It would help if they served anything at Presidential events other than champagne. He hated champagne. He shifted, unwilling to leave his safe spot in the corner to forage for something stronger. He’d give it another hour, to satisfy the demands of Admiral Nagala,that he attend. Then he’d escape.
He wondered if Zak was still up. Humph. The kid was 20. He’d be up. The question was whether he’d hear his cell over whatever dance music was playing in whatever club he was in this Saturday night. He’d give it a try, though. He wanted to talk to his youngest son. Maybe he could help him make sense out of whatever the hell was going on with his eldest.
Damn, Lee. What the hell are you thinking?
Not for the first time, he wished could break through to his son. Wished he could find a way through that shell of his, get him to listen. He knew it was partially his fault; after five minutes with Lee, he often had to resist the urge to grab him by the collar and shake him. Why couldn’t he be more like Zak? Zak had fire, don’t get him wrong. He was quick to anger, way quicker than Lee. Carolanne had always said Zak was Bill’s son in that regard, they both quicker to anger, both quicker to forgive. Still, Zak actually seemed to listen sometimes.
Sometimes Bill wondered whether they should have had Lee’s ears tested to make sure they worked properly.
He never listened. Not to mention the fact that he just flat out refused to explain what he was thinking. He just refused to let whatever was in that fool head of his out. Bill could see the gears working in Lee’s mind, but it was as if his son shut down in front of him. Still, he could read him better than he thought. It was clear as day that Lee was hiding something from him.
Something serious.
It had to be serious, given where his head was at. Headquarters? What the frak was that boy thinking? Turning down early admission to War College? The frak? Lee had struggled for that spot, earned it, and now was just going to throw it away? Bill knew his son better than he thought he did. He was meant to fly. He’d atrophy at HQ.
He knew that Lee often resented what he saw as pressure regarding his career path, resented being cast in his father’s shadow, but the truth was that Bill understood his son’s concerns. He understood what it was like to want to find your own path. It was one of the reasons he’d joined the service, become Husker, the Viper pilot, not William Adama, Supreme Court Justice.
Still, Lee had always been driven by his own ambition as much as by Bill’s pressure. Yes, Lee was more political than he was, took more after his grandfather and Carolanne’s family, but he was still twenty-two. And when he flew… he was lightning in a bottle. He’d wanted War College, that had been clear, and if ever anyone was meant to fly, it was Lee Adama. The test results from the sims alone made that clear. They were talk of the Admiralty. He was meant to fly. Even if Lee hadn’t been his son, Bill would still have been concerned to see such natural talent wasting away at HQ.
And that was before this previous week. The rumors coming out of the Academy regarding Lee’s off-duty flying… Phenomenal was the word used most. Hell, they’d started calling him Apollo. Son of Zeus. Son of Husker. Bill grimaced internally. They’d clearly pulled up some of his old sims, ones where he was young and foolish and liked to showboat. Part of him was proud of that… Hell, who was he kidding? He was immeasurably proud of that. Both of his son’s prowess in the air and of the fact that Lee’s call sign harkened back to the reputation Bill had earned in the air. They’d called him a prodigy, and his son was nearly as good.
What was Lee thinking? Could it be that blond flying with him? Starbuck?
Wait, how did he know her call sign?
Lee swore it wasn’t infatuation over this girl, Kara, that had distracted him. The truth was, it would be out of character for Lee to get distracted by a girl, even one Bill could see sparked all over him. Bill could see, though, this wasn’t any girl…maybe Lee had his head turned? The rumors regarding her flying were almost as extraordinarily as Lee’s; better even, when it came to flying outside of the box. They speculated that if she could have gone up wing to wing with Husker, she might have given him a run for his money.
There was just something about that girl... Surely he hadn’t come across her before? Something about her… The way she stood, the way she moved… The way she looked at him, expecting… something… from him… Like she knew what he was going to say before he said it. The way she watched him and Lee, like she knew them both better than they knew themselves…
Just something about her. Standing in her living room, that other night, he had to fight the urge to slump on her couch, ask her for a drink, and beg her to explain what the hell was going on with his son. And he’d only just met her. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure how long Lee had known her. The way they were together, you’d think years somehow, but you’d think Bill would have heard about her before now if that had been the case. Lee may not tell him everything, but a girl that remarkable… a relationship that was clearly that close… you’d think her name would have come up.
And there was something about the way the two of them had held themselves, standing in Kara’s bohemian apartment. While he didn’t know how old Starbuck, (Kara!) was, Lee was only twenty-two. They were both barely out of the Academy. So then, why did they hold themselves like combat veterans? They were both babies, why did he instinctively know that they could handle themselves in the air? Why did he sense that they had both been in The Shit? Who would they have fought? The Colonies had been at peace with the Cylons for decades…
Damn it, Lee. Talk to me.
Bill looked at his watch, again. He wanted to call Zak.
Maybe even Carolanne. He grimaced. Maybe not. They’d been getting better, lately, but there was still too much scar tissue there. Plus, Lee irritated him the most when he reminded him of Carolanne’s side of the family.
Best be safe. Stick with Zak.
He’d always been the peacemaker in the family, the only one who could explain Lee to his father and vice-versa. It was funny, that he’d gotten that role in the family, that of a peacemaker. Everyone always said he was Bill’s son the way Lee was Carolanne’s. And no one he’d ever met had ever described Bill Adama as a natural peacemaker. He’d always been a little too much of a rogue. He’d always had to work on that, work on tamping down his natural urge to jump before he looked, work on following his head as well as his gut...
Suddenly a flicker of color caught his attention from the corner of his eye. A slight redhead in a slate gray ball gown was moving through the crowd, heading towards President Adar.
There you are…