DPP: Favorite lines

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"I don't care. We've all been through some crazy, crazy stuff... I don't care what he's talking about. I don't care what you think you saw. I watched your viper explode. Don't care. I'm here. You're here. 'Cause I'm Lee and you're Kara and the rest of it isn't worth a damn."

We all have our favorite lines from the show and we have often talked about them. But what about fic? There are many, many stories out there that I absolutely love and so many truly talented writers. Sometimes a story stays with you because of the quality of its plot, the creativity and skill of its author. Sometimes, some lines just stay with you for a long time after so many specific details begin to fade.  Are there any particular lines from a story that stuck with you and you really wish they were canon? Or words that have touched you somehow, regardless of the plot of the story itself?

I could make a huge list of  my favorites, but I'll start with just two.

1) From Echoes, by jeneviverose

“I love you, Kara Thrace, and I believe that you are greater than the sum of your past.”


2) From Every Sense, by rachelindeed (This one needs a little bit of context to make sense)

“I’ve left my mark, too, haven’t I?” she murmured.

He stared at her blankly, and she pressed harder, two fingers jabbing into the line of his lapel. It took another minute for the gesture to click. Though she hadn’t seen his bullet scar in years, he realized she’d pinpointed it through three layers of clothing with her usual precision.

“That’s me,” she told him, and tried to step away.

He caught her hand, shifting his arm forward and arching the heel of his palm against her touch.  It felt awkward, like they were botching an old ritual, but he pressed her fingers closer until they dug into his wrist.  She felt the thrum of his pulse. 

“That's you,” he said.

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My favorites - Part 2

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From workerbee73's Borrowed Time. The whole fic is just full of simmering, build-up moments like this and it's become my fanon canon for pre-mini.

She was better than him, he realized. Normally this would have bothered him, seeing as he was used to being the most technically proficient pilot no matter who the company. Funny enough, he didn't seem to mind all that much. Her flying style was riskier—at times, it was down right suicidal—but somehow flying with her just felt … right. He smiled to himself. Gods, if they could do that in the sims, just think what they could do in actual birds. The thought was like an aphrodisiac.

He climbed out of the sims cockpit, still shaking with adrenaline and exhilaration. He pulled off his helmet and let it fall to the floor. He looked across the space between the two sims. She was standing right in front of him, about six feet away. She pulled off her helmet too, and they just stared at each other. Panting. Trying to suck in whatever oxygen was left in the room. They were silent, completely absorbed in each other. It was as if they were both in a trance, afraid to break the spell by uttering some casually dismissive phrase.

From uberscribbler's Portraits of a Marriage over on ff.net) WARNING: for those of you who haven't read it, the fic is pretty graphic. Very NC-17!

Lee Adama had never been able to escape Kara Thrace – not at the Academy and not afterwards – so it was only natural he ended up marrying her. It was so ridiculous that it seemed fitting it happened in the cell of a civil militia barracks on Tauron, with an inebriated Orthodox Priest presiding while he and his prettier half held each other upright, a pair of bored patrolmen acting as the legal witnesses.

That was how it was with them: the inevitable happening where and when it would, savaging their pride in the process. Well, her pride maybe; his had called 'Krypter' and ejected out of his life since the first day he'd caught her eye.

...

There would be a part of Lee Adama that would always disbelieve in the word "forever". His childhood, while by no means as terrible as his wife's, had taught him that people were unpredictable and that instability was the natural order of things. He compensated by exerting a careful control over his reactions to external events; this gave him an aura of decisiveness and competence he always felt was just skin-deep. Even joining the Fleet gave him only the most momentary respite, because the universe saw fit to ensure that Kara Thrace's path intersected with his.

Kara Thrace, who had wormed her way into his life and heart so deeply that the chaos and excitement she embodied seemed to take over. She'd drawn him into her orbit from the first moment their eyes had touched, and then sucked him in as surely as if she were a naked singularity. It was out of sheer self-preservation that he'd become hyper-vigilant of his surroundings and to observe everything in his visual range; Lee knew he'd never live down tripping over Connery in the mess hall and really wanted to avoid adding to the list of Kara Thrace-inspired mishaps.

Sadly, it seemed Thrace had some kind of built-in stealth package as he never actually realized it was her in his vicinity until it was too late. It didn't matter if it was in the library, the student union, a lecture hall, or an otherwise empty runway; one second he was attending to his business, then he'd turn and find her barely an arm's length away.

...

In time, they would sleep, hands and bodies entwined.

In time, they would wake to the new day…both not a little shocked the other was still there. He would call her "wife", and she would call him "husband". It sounded too normal, too natural to be real between them, but neither would say this aloud, knowing even the gods themselves could not have made something so perfect.

His hands and lips would resume their exploration, while hers would seem to know where they were wanted. He envied her for that, knowing the rest of creation would envy them for what they now were.

She tasted like forever, and for the first time in his life, Lee Adama found himself believing the word.