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Proof, BSG, Anders/Tyrol, Fic
Title: Proof (We Are Real)
Fandom, Characters: Battlestar Galactica, Anders/Tyrol
Summary: Sam helps him to remember what it is to feel human, always ready to answer that call.
Rating, A/N: R, Slash, Spoilers up to Crossroads Pt. 2 Thank you Dayl. Prompt #7 at un_love_you.
And now it all makes sense.
In his dreams, he is falling, falling - no, plunging - into that deep dark nest of death that never comes. And then there's Cally. Sweet Cally, with her honesty and that small broken mouth. She is his savior, and somehow he feels real again.
But this is not his truth.
He is a cylon. (A frakking toaster.)
And that is his truth.
Everything there is to know about Galen Tyrol can be summed up in that single, solitary sentence. There was once a father, a husband, a soldier. Dead now, all three. These things are no more. (He can't let them be.)
It's late night on the hanger deck, and he is not alone - never alone anymore.
"Anders?" he calls out. There's no real point in pretending anymore.
It's like this now.
Cally (whom he can no longer look in the eye) sleeps. He dreams, like before, of faces, of betrayal, and walking the plank - if there were such a thing on Galactica - traitors and truths. Only now, he knows what it all means.
So, he walks - the clink-clanking of his boots on metal ground reminding him that he was once a part of this ship, that he once felt at home here, not like some infiltrator - an anomaly that doesn't belong - but a part of a family.
Now, Sam helps him to remember what it is to feel human, always ready to answer that call.
They meet in the shadows, like that first night. That first night there were no words, only silent prayers - gods or god, he supposes it never mattered much anyway. He's not a human. They don't have souls. Only after are there questions. But with no answers to find, these questions give way to midnight games of pyramid, ambrosia on their tongues, salty kisses and hitching breaths.
Tonight is no different, Sam pressing him against the shelving in the supply closet, hips violent and purposeful, like maybe if he goes deep enough inside they'll find something hidden that will change what they both know never will.
Sam reaches around and closes over Galen's cock, who comes, spurting into Sam's hand, biting back a gasp. Sam only drives into him harder, wet mouth closing over Galen's sweat-slick pulse as he comes, heartbeats pounding in both their ears.
They're alive.
They're alive.
fin.
Fandom, Characters: Battlestar Galactica, Anders/Tyrol
Summary: Sam helps him to remember what it is to feel human, always ready to answer that call.
Rating, A/N: R, Slash, Spoilers up to Crossroads Pt. 2 Thank you Dayl. Prompt #7 at un_love_you.
And now it all makes sense.
In his dreams, he is falling, falling - no, plunging - into that deep dark nest of death that never comes. And then there's Cally. Sweet Cally, with her honesty and that small broken mouth. She is his savior, and somehow he feels real again.
But this is not his truth.
He is a cylon. (A frakking toaster.)
And that is his truth.
Everything there is to know about Galen Tyrol can be summed up in that single, solitary sentence. There was once a father, a husband, a soldier. Dead now, all three. These things are no more. (He can't let them be.)
It's late night on the hanger deck, and he is not alone - never alone anymore.
"Anders?" he calls out. There's no real point in pretending anymore.
It's like this now.
Cally (whom he can no longer look in the eye) sleeps. He dreams, like before, of faces, of betrayal, and walking the plank - if there were such a thing on Galactica - traitors and truths. Only now, he knows what it all means.
So, he walks - the clink-clanking of his boots on metal ground reminding him that he was once a part of this ship, that he once felt at home here, not like some infiltrator - an anomaly that doesn't belong - but a part of a family.
Now, Sam helps him to remember what it is to feel human, always ready to answer that call.
They meet in the shadows, like that first night. That first night there were no words, only silent prayers - gods or god, he supposes it never mattered much anyway. He's not a human. They don't have souls. Only after are there questions. But with no answers to find, these questions give way to midnight games of pyramid, ambrosia on their tongues, salty kisses and hitching breaths.
Tonight is no different, Sam pressing him against the shelving in the supply closet, hips violent and purposeful, like maybe if he goes deep enough inside they'll find something hidden that will change what they both know never will.
Sam reaches around and closes over Galen's cock, who comes, spurting into Sam's hand, biting back a gasp. Sam only drives into him harder, wet mouth closing over Galen's sweat-slick pulse as he comes, heartbeats pounding in both their ears.
They're alive.
They're alive.
fin.
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this fic so so much!
Chief, poor chief!
I really really love the way you wrote him here, so perfect, everything he's feeling is so spot on it's amazing!
This line -
So, he walks - the clink-clanking of his boots on metal ground reminding him that he was once a part of this ship, that he once felt at home here, not like some infiltrator - an anomaly that doesn't belong - but a part of a family
Totally breaks my heart! Because he really isn't part of them anymore, I mean techincally speaking and that just makes me sad - in a good way lol.
And Anders, ohh yumm.
I think we can leave it at that ;)
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Well I'm glad somebody liked it! Hehe.
And ah, Chief angst = love. *sigh*
And yes, Yummy Anders. We will leave it at that. Hahaha.
Thank you for giving me the idea to write these guys anyway. Remember I was at my brothers? That was a while ago! You can no longer say I never gave you anything!
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Okay, I have a total kink for desperation!sex. Alienation, loneliness, identity crises, all fueling the need to FEEL something and to forget/distract from pain. So, yep, pretty much loved this. Totally sold me on this pairing ;)
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Those are my favorite kinds of stories as well. Desperation!sex Haha. There should be a community. (Wait, there probably is.)
I looked around a bit before I posted this and I couldn't find a single other story about these two which was baffling cause hot-cylon-man-action? Totally needs to be written. Even if it is desperate, lonely, and angsty. Haha.
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I've been meaning to read more of your stuff, by the way. Especially the BSG. But we have other fandoms in common, so I'm going to add you if that's alright. One thing I have noticed and that I love is that you seem to write all different kinds of pairings. That is made of win in my book!
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They meet in the shadows, like that first night. That first night there were no words, only silent prayers - gods or god, he supposes it never mattered much anyway. He's not a human. They don't have souls.
Best sentence. :)
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I actually have some ideas for a Chief/Sharon post finale and a Cally/Jammer AU. (It's such a random pairing, I know.) I don't think a ton of people really even like Cally but it's in my head so I'm probably going to end up writing some variation of it. I'll need to finish watching the Resistance webisodes. (Something I am, perhaps irrationally, holding on to.) Because I know he's in a lot of those and it'll give me more to chew on.
I also have a bunch of other stuff I want to write - Kara/Leoben, Lee/Anders, Kara/Lee, some gen Tigh, etc. etc. Oh! Even a PWP HotDog/Kara, lol - Yes I know I'm slightly not right.
Hopefully that un_love_you prompt table will see some of those come to fruition. I'm just glad you're on board with my wacky ship choices. LOL. Which only ever evolve into a different ship, and then more of the same. I have commitment issues. Clearly. It's all about the love, baby.
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It was so him and this: Everything there is to know about Galen Tyrol can be summed up in that single, solitary sentence. There was once a father, a husband, a soldier. Dead now, all three. These things are no more. (He can't let them be.) was perfect.
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Thank you!
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(Also, I like your layout).