“Finally,” Starbuck grunts as she hobbles over to Santana’s booth and sets herself down, wincing in pain as her cast knocks against the table and her crutches slip down to the ground. She sighs in annoyance.
“Having trouble?” Santana retorts with a sneer, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a calm sip. Starbuck sends her a glare, but Santana
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You ought to post this to bsg2003fics, too :) I know there is definitely some overlap in BSG/Glee readers. (It might not be a huge overlap, but it does exist.)
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I'll post it there! Thanks for the advice and the review!
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(BTW, you may have already seen this around the Glee fandom, but I've also been writing a BSG/Glee crossover. I feel bad self-pimping, but at the same time, it might be relevant to your interests. It is a work in progress, and it's definitely heavy on the BSG side of things and it will be dark, but here's the latest part, which has the other links on it as well.)
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And then of course epic smut. Where I think my visual of Brittany was a cross between Britt and Six. Yay for the very BSGish ending which leaves the whole thing as a mindfrak. And Santana as a pilot just fits really well. I can see it.
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