DPP: Fill In The Gap

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Hello everyone, and welcome to today's post! Yesterday's DPP yielded us two lovely fics, Buzzing The Beast by useyourlove and Mustering Out by word_vomity - if you haven't read them yet, please show them some love! (we have such a talented fandom, don't we?)

Continuing with the speculation about canon blanks in the story of pilots, today I'd like to ask y'all what exactly you think happened in the time that elapsed between the end of Unfinished Business and beginning of The Eye of Jupiter, a.k.a. between the most heart-wrenching reunion/reconciliation in the history of storytelling (and this is not really hyperbole, we are talking about pilots after all) and the time when we finally found out that they'd stopped fighting their feelings and were outmaking like two people who couldn't get enough of each other.

Visual aids this way (just look at their faces, poor bbs):



And this (slightly happier sight to look at, at least in this still):



We never, ever get any idea from canon about how the affair began, other than that our favourite CAG and ace have been at it for a while by the time we see them, since they've spent at least a week on the algae planet with Kara flying donut runs to the surface every chance she gets.

But going by the fact that in The Passage, neither of our pilots has so much as a mark on them from their knock-down, drag-out fight in UB (and for all its other faults, BSG didn't make injuries sustained in one episode just vanish in the next, the scraped cheek and battered knee Lee and Kara sustained in early Season 1 stay scraped and injured for several episodes), some time did pass - Lee's black eye, Kara's potentially broken nose, and the cuts on both their faces wouldn't have healed without a trace in anything under two weeks, I'm guessing (if anyone knows how fast facial injuries heal, please feel free to correct me).



Anyway, I didn't mean to turn this into a boring medical discussion, because the real question is, what do you think happened during that time, Shipper Nation? How did Lee and Kara finally stop fighting themselves, at least for a little while, and give in to what they really wanted? It's a pilots landmark in so many ways, and we do not get to see nearly enough of them before the angst set in. All discussion, fic and fic recs are highly welcome, and wanted - and here are a few recs (some of which are fandom classics) to get started with:

Gold To Iron by fahye and stars_like_dust
Deadly by fahye
Lift Me Up by shah_of_blah

Comments

Burns and Bruises, PG-13 2/2

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

But she worried. It niggled at the back of her mind. Keep him away. Keep him at arm's length. Don't let him inside. You're a cancer. You break everything you touch. Keep him away. Keep him safe.

And she couldn't.

He pulled back from her, his hand on her cheek, his fingers trailing along her jawbone and she tried to close her eyes, tried to shut him out, tried to make this just a thing she did for fun. Just a kiss, just a frak. Just some frustrations that needed to be let out. But when she opened her eyes she was lost in his. He leaned in and kissed her and she kissed him back, one arm wrapping around his neck, the other trailing low around him, pulling him tighter.

Gods, but she felt alive. Alive and bright and safe. Safe except that he would be taken away. The gods would find him. She was like a beacon, marking out destruction. And then he would be gone.

She pulled back from him with a shuddering breath and rested her forehead against his, their eyes closed. His fingers were playing in her hair, across the bruises on her face, behind her ear. He placed a gentle kiss against the bridge of her nose, just where it was busted and she winced. She welcomed the pain. She revelled in it. Make this painful. Make it hateful. Don't love it. Don't live for it. Make it something else. Don't need it. If you need it, they'll take it away.

And so she took a breath and wrapped her heart in Sam. This was wrong. She was treating Sam badly. This was not allowed. Make it wrong. Make it wrong. Make it wrong. But his breath against her skin, his hands in her hair, the way his heart thumped so hard she could feel it in her bones. It was oh so right.

His lips trailed against the sensitive skin beneath her ear and suddenly Sam was like a paper window trying to hold back a hurricane.

"Lee," she breathed against his ear.

And his legs began to give. He sat down hard on the floor, pulling her with him, straddling him and they both cringed as their tender places scraped and banged, but they laughed and laughed and her heart felt lighter than it had in years when she captured his lips in another hungry kiss. She'd been handed the sun, breaking through the clouds and playing across her face. How funny she'd never realized before that that's what he was--the sun god. How it made her want to cry.

And then she decided, and a tear dropped onto her cheek, brushed away by his thumb and his kisses like a ray of sunshine evaporating her sorrow. Screw fate. Screw the gods. Screw it all. Take the sun with both hands and don't stop to think how it burns.

Re: Burns and Bruises, PG-13 2/2

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so hurt and lovely. Well, done.

Re: Burns and Bruises, PG-13 2/2

[winegums.livejournal.com]

Poor bbs, so much hurt :( My favourite part of this has got to be how everyone else has this visceral awareness of pilots and how getting between them or trying to draw attention to them in any way is a really bad idea.

Re: Burns and Bruises, PG-13 2/2

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

So much hurt between these two. I like how you used Sam as different metaphors. Well done!