omg that ship is like personal fandom archaeology for me too! it was my entry point into stargate fandom, but i literally don't remember WHERE or HOW -- i know it was pre-livejournal for me, because my first livejournal post is crediting someone from the daniel/janet fandom for making me get an LJ account, but like ???? how did we stargate fandom before that?

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A Vampire!Madeleine fanfiction

10k words, rated T

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence (specifics in author's note)

Summary: Madeleine had 'died' in Florence's arms fifteen years ago. Now, she returns to the scene of the crime, hoping that the other woman will accept her back into her life - and also that they are all going to survive the night.

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#38. “I like your laugh.”

“Nexttime an Earther marine thinks they can take me, please tell them I beat threeof them with ease,” Bobbie announced, flopping down on the sofa as she inspectedher bruised knuckles. Honestly, the Blues weren’t incompetent, they just weren’tMartians. But sparring with them had been fun.

“I don’trecall giving you permission to fight my marines. Or give them permission tofight you.”

“It wasn’t fighting. It was sparring and one ofthem dared me. I don’t back away from a challenge. Well, it wasn’t much of achallenge. You should send them to Mars some time. Let them feel a propertraining.” Chrisjen blinked and when she realized that Bobbie wasn’t kidding,she laughed, a full proper laugh. Bobbie stared at her, realizing that she hadnever actually heard Chrisjen laugh.

“I’msorry. I’m not laughing at you. I was just picturing the generals’ faces when Ipropose we sent our marines to Mars to train. The fuckers will think I havelost it.” Bobbie chuckled, letting the sound of Chrisjen’s laugh wash over her.Even though she was dressed up in all her riches, sitting behind that ridiculousdesk, she didn’t look like she had the lives of billions of people weighing onher shoulders, she just looked happy.

“I like yourlaugh. I’ve never heard it before.” Chrisjen looked at her, a smile still onher lips as she rubbed her thumb over the large silver ring on her ring finger,something Bobbie noticed she did when she was contemplative. Or when somethingsuddenly became a little too personal.

“Notmuch to laugh about these days.” Bobbie couldn’t really argue with that, especiallywith the position Chrisjen was in, so she shrugged. At least the smile hadn’tcompletely disappeared from her face.

“Isuppose not.”

“But Ido want to say thank you.” Bobbie frowned and sat up. Chrisjen had a softexpression on her face and it reminded her of the look she had given her backwhen Bobbie had first defected. It almost seemed like years ago.

“Forwhat?”

“It could be worse.”

Bobbie crept around the corner towards Chrisjen’s office stalking her prey. She was so focused on her mission she didn’t notice she had picked up a shadow of her own.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Bobbie thought she did extremely well not to jump two feet in the air and turned in what she hoped was a casual manner towards Avasarala’s chief of security.

“I’m investigating something.” she admitted reluctantly.

Cotyar leaned casually against the wall. “What are you investigating? A mystery perhaps?”

“It’s not so much a what as a who.”

“So you’re…” he trailed off expectantly.

Bobbie glared. “I’m spying. Happy?”

Cotyar’s face split into a grin. “I’d be thrilled, Marine, but you’re doing a terrible job.”

“Not all of us have ‘Espionage’ as a middle name.”

“Uh-huh. Does Avasarala know?”

“Know what?”

“That you suspect someone on the Martian Ambassador’s staff of needing to be watched?”

“I’ve mentioned it.”

“And you don’t think she trusts your judgement enough to have taken the necessary steps?”

Bobbie dropped her eyes sheepishly. “I’d just feel better—”

“Stepping on the toes of those of us who actually know what we’re doing,” he finished. He shook his head ruefully. “Alright. The first rule of spy craft is that you don’t—”

The door Bobbie had been watching swung open and with a muttered “shit” she bodily shoved Cotyar through the nearest unlocked door. It clicked closed behind them and Bobbie pressed her ear against the imitation wood grain.

Cotyar reached carefully around her and turned on the lights. His expression was unreadable.

“…don’t get caught?” she ventured.

“No. The first rule of spy craft is that you don’t act like you’re spying. That means no skulking about in trench coats and dark glasses—”

“I’m not wearing a trench coat or—”

“And,” he continued talking over her. “No ducking around corners or into closets to avoid being seen.” He gestured at the cramped storage room they were in. “The best way to divert suspicion is to act like you belong there. No one looks twice at a Marine on duty. Everyone looks at the Marine trying not to be seen. Got it?”

She nodded. “Okay. What now? Do we go back out there?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Bobbie tried the knob and froze. “Ummm. It’s locked.”

“Very funny.”

Cotyar rattled the knob. It didn’t turn. He blew out a breath. “Rule number two: Stay aware of your surroundings.”

“I don’t suppose you know what time the cleaning crew’s shift starts.”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Cotyar frowned. “I hope you don’t have an issue with tight spaces.”

“I practically live in a metal suit barely bigger than me,” Bobbie shot back.

The spy settled his back against a container, his relaxation completely incongruous with their situation. “Well, it could be worse.”

“I guess. No one’s bleeding. Yet.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you—?” The door swung open and Bobbie felt herself flush in embarrassment. “It’s worse.”

“The entire system is in shambles, quit fucking around in the closet. There’s work to do.” Avasarala turned on her heel and Bobbie caught the door before it could swing shut again.

yeah like don’t get me wrong, i’ve seen it everywhere, but it feels like it came out of NOWHERE like 2 years ago. before that i only heard of it in a “lol q is kinda horny for picard amirite” kind of sidebar not in a like... hundreds of fics on ao3 since the early 2000s, somehow this is The Ship people talk about when referring to tng, pretty sure there’s people out there Seriously Crying About It so now i’m

72. “I’llmeet you halfway.”

 “BrendaLeigh…” Sharon sighed, rubbing her forehead as she watched her lieutenants anddetectives work on the other side of the glass. It had been several months nowand she was still getting used to the fact that this was her team now, her unitto lead. At least that period of adjustment extended to her team as well. Theywere all missing the blonde with the charming accent and questionable taste inclothes.

Well,some a little less than others.

“I don’tmean tonight, maybe tomorrow if you’ve wrapped up your case. I just miss you.”Sharon could easily picture her on the other end of the line, sitting on hercouch that Sharon had told her to replace because it really didn’t suit the apartmentshe had moved into. She’d offered to help her decorate, but never actuallymanaged to make that offer reality with the new job and a teenager living ather place.

“I missyou too. But it’s not just work, I have Rusty at home as well.”

“And you’restill not ready to tell him you and I are dating.” While their relationship wasgetting a little better, she didn’t think he would react well to the fact shewas seeing Brenda and had been for a couple of months. Knowing him, he’dprobably see it as a betrayal of his trust. She needed him less skittish andmore able to believe that she wouldn’t abandon him at the first sign of trouble.Maybe then she’d be okay with telling him about her and Brenda.

“I amnot.”

“Alright,so I’ll meet you halfway. Lunch tomorrow at your office.” Sharon looked atProvenza and Andy. She didn’t know if Brenda kept in contact with them. Shedidn’t ask either. Despite the difficulty of the situation, she tried to keepher work and Brenda separate, for now. If they all had weekly lunches together,she didn’t have a clue and it was probably for the best.

“Are yousure you want to come here?” With the way Brenda had left, her old team and hersoon to be ex-husband walking around the building, it didn’t seem like the greatestplan, but she wasn’t one to judge. If Brenda wanted to face all of that to seeher, she wasn’t going to stop her, per se. But the short silence told her thatBrenda hadn’t considered it at all and was doing so now. Some things neverchanged, like her ability to so completely focus on her goal, that she forgoteverything else.

“Right.Maybe not. So that little Italian place right around the corner. You can’t buryyourself in work, Sharon.” Sharoncouldn’t help but let out a wry chuckle at that.  

“Saysyou.”

“Exactly,who better to tell you? So, it’s a date?”

3. Things you said too quietly

All of her muscles still ached, her skin was still an interesting combination of her own skin color mixed with a myriad of colors ranging from dark purple to a sickly green, and she swore she could still feel the impact of landing flat on her back on the surface of Io every time she inhaled, but she was alive. The hybrid was dead and she was alive. Mars, Earth, the Belt, they were safe, for now. The pain was worth it.

The pain all seemed to be less present anyway as she lay on Chrisjen’s bunk, an arm wrapped around the smaller woman. She could feel her breathing, her hair tickling her nose, long fingers covering her own, carefully tracing the black and blue marks on Bobbie’s skin.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” Bobbie exhaled slowly. Going after the hybrid, she had needed to do that. For her team, for her peace of mind and Chrisjen knew that. But Chrisjen had been alone on the ship, watching as Bobbie nearly died. It must have been torture. It must have been similar to what Bobbie had felt, when the Razorback’s computer had told her the bleeding in Chrisjen’s brain was becoming critical and there was nothing she could do but hope that their rescuers could save her.

“I’ll try,” she replied quietly, tightening her hold slightly. It was the best she could do.

“I can’t lose you too.” The words were whispered, almost inaudible, but Bobbie still felt as if she had been doused with cold water. She knew Chrisjen wasn’t crying. She could will the tears in her eyes not to fall, but Bobbie could still hear them in her voice. Sometimes it was easy to think that the only ones who lost people to this war were people like herself, soldiers, and their families. But as powerful as she was, it had cost Chrisjen a lot of lives before she had managed to put an end to it. Assets, colleagues, friends, Cotyar.

Bobbie curled just a little more around her. She hadn’t known the spy nearly as long as Chrisjen, but even she was mourning him. She missed him. She couldn’t promise that Chrisjen wouldn’t ever lose her as well, especially while still wearing the evidence of her latest life-risking movie, but she could be here for her now.

Somehow, Chrisjen managed to turn around in the limited space, slipping an arm underneath Bobbie’s to wrap around her ribs. She felt even smaller like this, practically clinging to Bobbie, a hand over her heart just to feel it beating. Bobbie could feel her breath against her face, felt its shakiness. Chrisjen’s voice was so soft when she spoke again, Bobbie wasn’t entirely sure she had heard it in the first place. “Don’t let go.”