Disclaimer: I don't own it. Just playing around with it. Please don't sue.
I ran out of muse to fill in the blanks on my ST:VOY J/C 'fic, but this plot bunny came to me and I couldn't help but write it down. I hope you enjoy.
Pairings: Eventually a Two ("Leoben")/Kara and, implied where they appear, Adama/Roslin, Galen/Cally, Lee/Dualla, and whoever else.
Differences: Billy Keikeya never died. Lee and Starbuck were/are only close in a sibling-type relationship way. Adama and Roslin were married on New Caprica before the invastion. Lee never left the service and never had a falling out with his dad. Starbuck had never married Anders, just had "dated" him. Neither Galen Tyrol nor Samuel Anders are cylons.
Raise your hand if you like that universe better! I know I do. :) And if anyone wants to write something in that general universe, please do - I would love love love to read it!
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1. the meetings
"Starbuck." She recognized the voice, but couldn't right away remember where from. She turned around to find a blue-eyed, dishwater-blonde-haired, rough looking skinjob. The last time she saw him he'd been tossed out of an airlock.
"Hi!", she greeted with a bright smile, obviously disingenuous. "What was your name again?" She got up, sat her plate of not so edible food down on the chair, and walked over to him with an intimidating presence. "Oh right, God. Hi God. So nice to see you around." She wiped her mouth with her fingers forcefully and crossed her arms, bouncing side to side with disturbed energy a little as she did so. "Track me down just to get your shit ruined again?"
He merely countered with an intrusive stare and wide, creepy, unsettling smile before he had his fill of looking at her and strolled away.
She was left standing there, lips parted unhappily. She was just begging him for a reason to smash his face in. It was only three days since the invasion and she couldn't find a release for her outrage. 'How did I get stuck here!' She had been stupid enough to come and visit Anders again that day. Just a distraction from the tedium of the nearly vacated battlestars. Crap timiing on her part. She shook her head. 'What the frak did it want.', she couldn't help but wonder.
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"Kara Thrace?"
'Gods damn it.' She wouldn't forget the voice now. "Go frak yourself." she called over her shoulder as she continued walking, and he kept up beside her, but over an arm's length distance away.
He raised his eyebrows, then let out a barely audible "ah". "If you're referring to another of my model, the one you've met before... well, I get your reaction. He doesn't have his head screwed on straight."
"How convenient! I have a screwdriver right over here I can lend you." She popped her tongue over a tooth behind her upper lip.
The Two frowned. "He found out you were here. He must have talked to you the other day."
She was having a hard time containing herself. "So you're playing good cop/bad cop by yourself or else there're more of you blonde bitches obsessed with me. Either way, frak off." She said as she turned away and started toward a nearby tent.
"He probably is, but I wouldn't call what I am obsessed. Technically speaking." He didn't mean to start trailing off and lose her. "I... Do you have visions, Kara?"
That got her attention, and she kicked herself for doing such a poor job of concealing that it did. She had no interest in talking about her visions, least of all to a toaster. She ducked into the tent, and he did not follow.