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06 March 2007 @ 02:07 pm
BSG/B5 Fic: A Shadow in the Pattern 1/?, WIP  
Title: A Shadow in the Pattern
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kara, Anders, main characters, but ensemble of both BSG and S1 B5
Pairing: minor Kara/Anders, mostly gen
wordcount: 4000 (currently 8 parts, about 25K total)
Spoilers: through 'Rapture' and goes extremely AU. none for Babylon 5 (set S1)

Summary: "This is Earth Station Babylon Five." Racetrack couldn't believe what she was hearing. Earth.

Notes: Wow. Let's see how many fanfic 'rules' am I breaking today? Crossover? Check. WIP? check. Gen? check. But it's crackilicious fun! You probably don't need to be all that familiar with Babylon 5 to get this.

I'm quite sure that this is lyssie's fault. Somehow.

"This doesn't look right," Racetrack peered out the front window of the Raptor at the moon or planet visible in the lower quadrant. "This should be a nebula. And that planet is way too frakkin' close."

After a moment, Skulls confirmed, "We're about ten light years off our target."

"You are frakking kidding me," she groaned. "I'm never living this down. Another missed jump?"

"We found New Caprica last time," Skulls pointed out.

She snorted. "Yeah, and look how well that turned out. Any contacts on dradis?" she asked. It'd be just her luck to have a base star in the system.

"Checking," Skulls reported.

She heard the soft clicks and tried not to tap her fingers impatiently.

"No contact," he said, and she let out a breath of relief.

At least there were no Cylons. They might as well do the rest of their job since they were here. "Starting scan for materials."

Lords, please let this place have something, she prayed, activating the scan for water, fuel deposits, and food sources in this system. Hopefully her screwed up jump would have something valuable coming out of it. Maybe enough to erase the memory that she'd frakked it up in the first place. But then she amended, Something besides algae. Please.

"Wait a minute," he said, sounding startled. "I have contacts. Multiple contacts. Just on the edge of range."

She tensed and her hand tightened on the control stick. "What kind of contacts?"

"I ..." he started, tapped his controls again, and making a puzzled sound. "Too far out to be sure, but... one of 'em is huge. And ... Racetrack, I don't think they're Cylons."

She turned in her chair to look at him, to find him looking back, his eyes wide with what might be amazement or puzzlement or just plain uncertainty. She nodded slowly. "All right. No Cylons though?"

More sure of himself, he nodded and confirmed. She turned back around, forcing a light tone that couldn't quite cover the anxiety, "Let's go take a closer look then. Ready jump back to the barn -- just in case."

"Got it."

She took the Raptor closer to the dradis hits and Skulls was right -- no frakkin' way was that big thing Cylon-built. It was still too far away for a visual, but the display in the console was clear enough. It was a station of some kind -- vaguely cylindrical in shape and several kilometers in length -- and it had several ships around it. Their profiles were unknown according to the computer. One of those ships was about the size of Galactica herself and there was something strangely compelling about it, as if it were a fish in the water, not a spaceship.

This was a civilization completely unknown to the Twelve Colonies. Not Human, not Cylon. Something else.

"Scan it," she ordered tersely. "Scan all of it. I'm laying in the jump as soon as you're done."

She was getting the frak out of here as soon as they had their information. She waited, eyeing the station and those weird ships, nervously wondering when they were going to start heading her way.

I am a little fish in the big ocean of space. I'm not important, she found herself chanting silently to herself while her hands cramped on the jump lever.

Her comm system crackled and she jerked in surprise. She almost missed the words because her pulse was pounding in her ears so loudly.

"Unknown vessel, this is Earth Station Babylon Five. Do you require assistance?"

Lords of Kobol. She couldn't have heard correctly. But a gasp in her ear over comms told her that Skulls had heard it too.

Earth station. Earth.

Lords, this was way, way beyond her.

Her hands were shaking as she reached to comms and flipped the switch to open the channel on the wireless. "Negative. Thank you. For offering. But we're okay..." she lifted her hand off the switch before her nervous babble could rouse their suspicion. She took a deep breath and tried again, "We'll just get out of your way. We didn't mean to jump here," she continued. "We're going. Raptor One out."

And she made the Raptor jump away.


"Where did they go?" Ivanova demanded, staring at her display where the small, unidentified ship had just vanished. Stupid Earth Force cast-off equipment. "Did my display malfunction?"

"The ship isn't on scanners," Risha, in the pit, reported.

She glared at Corwin; he looked back and gave a small shrug. "They disappeared, Lieutenant Commander. They didn't make a jump point --"

"Not that a ship that small could," she pointed out.

He nodded and continued, "And our gate is quiet. They must still be out there. But with some sort of... chameleon field, maybe?" he suggested hesitantly.

She would've laughed at the idea, but in truth there weren't that many options. Great. Just great.

Luckily the commander wasn't in session with the Advisory Council today, and when she signaled him, he came to CIC right away.

The small tension that had gripped the dome eased as soon as Sinclair came in and joined her in front of her station. "Lieutenant Commander?"

She showed him the recordings both of the ship itself and the communication they'd had, and then how it had vanished.

His eyebrows went up at the sight, but that was all the reaction he showed before he frowned. "Strange."

"Some kind of ship-sized changeling net, maybe?" she suggested.

"The ship would still show up as an energy source," he pointed out. "That's why nets were never brought into military use. But that's not to say someone didn't figure out another way to make themselves invisible." He tapped a key to rotate the image of the ship, watching it spin slowly. "There's nothing in the computer about it?"

She shook her head. "It has a similar profile to shuttles of Earth and Centauri design. But isn't quite any of them. And they had some unusually high power readings from their engine."

"All right. Keep an eye out. I'm going to increase patrols on our perimeter." He shook his head once, still thoughtful. "A ship that small probably has a mother ship. And if they're some kind of new raider, we need to find out."

She nearly missed the tone. Sinclair was a man of subtle shifts and it had taken her a year to figure out how to read him. "You don't think they are?"

"No. That woman's voice was flustered. Maybe we weren't supposed to see her. I'd suspect Earth Force was out here testing something, except -- " He pointed to one of the sensor readouts. "Notice they were scanning us as much as we were scanning them. Earth Force wouldn't need to, and raiders aren't going to hit the station -- they're not that stupid. But that ship was here for a reason. We'll have to wait and find out what it is."

"I hate waiting," she muttered.

He smiled briefly. "If they come back, see what they want." He turned to address everyone else, raising his voice just enough to be heard to the far side of the room. "This is a possible first contact situation. We need to be patient until they reveal their intentions and who they are. I don't want them scared off. Understood?" He waited until he saw a bunch of agreement. "Good. I'll go ask around - maybe one of the League members can identify it."

She nodded. "I hope it's just someone who got lost. But, Commander," she lowered her voice, "I don't think we're going to be that lucky."

She expected him to reassure her, but instead he lifted his head and flicked a look out the main window, answering, "No. They'll be back. It's a little ship, but I have a feeling it represents something much bigger." For a moment, he watched the ships out there -- a passenger liner out of Proxima, a Narn freight vessel, and a Drazi corvette approaching docking -- before facing her again. "Leave a standing order to call me the moment they show up again."

"Of course, sir. Even if you're in Council?" she asked.

"Especially if I'm in Council," he confirmed, rather wickedly, and she chuckled.


"Unknown vessel, this is Earth Station Babylon Five."

Kara had already heard the recording, though she found a second time hadn't taken much of the thrill out of it. Earth.

Roslin leaned back in her chair, and she had that soft, but radiant smile on her face. She glanced at Tory, who grinned back, and then across her desk at the Admiral. "Earth." Her voice caressed the word, like she was dipping it in cream. "I'll want to congratulate your pilots in person, Admiral. This is a great day for the Colonies."

Adama nodded, looking far more somber. "Maybe. They said 'Earth Station.' It's a space station, not Earth itself. Earth must be some ways distant, since the star field doesn't match the one from Kobol. Also, the size and tonnage of that station suggests people live there. I think we had better send some small scouting mission before announcing the discovery more widely, Madam President. If it turns out that this station is the last remnant of Earth, we'll have ... a problem in the fleet."

Kara almost smiled at the understatement. Yeah, the fleet would have a problem if their hoped-for place of refuge got pulled out from under them again.

Roslin mulled that over a moment, nodded, and asked, "You have a plan?"

"Recon," he answered briefly. "We send a Raptor with a team to go aboard that station, assess the situation, and get in contact with its leadership. Captain Thrace has already volunteered and will be in command." He nodded at her, his gaze warm with approval.

She addressed Roslin, "I was planning to take a team of four plus myself. I'll pilot and we'll all go in civilian clothes. We don't want them to feel threatened."

"But this team would be military?" Roslin asked. Her tone was simply curious, but Kara had the distinct impression that she wasn't in favor of the idea.

Still, she nodded sharply. "Yes, ma'am. Lieutenant Gaeta and three marines." Gaeta had been the admiral's idea -- they might need someone with electronics and computing expertise. Gaeta was one of the few other officers who could pass for civilian. She'd rather go with Helo, but the thought of him on an undercover mission was ridiculous. She'd considered Athena, but the fact was that they had no idea if these people had met Cylons yet. If they had, it might be hard to explain that Athena was with them.

Roslin said, "Lieutenant Gaeta of course. But Admiral, I want at least one civilian that I will deputize as my spokesperson for negotiations. If this group does, in fact, manage to contact the Earth Station leadership, it will need presidential authority."

Adama frowned slightly, and Kara grimaced. That was a polite way to kick her in the teeth, denying her that presidential authority. Then she shrugged, inwardly. She wasn't a terribly diplomatic person, that was true enough.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Adama asked.

Kara braced herself for Roslin to say Tory or Zarek, and was taken by surprise when Roslin glanced at her again, "Captain? What about Sam? Do you think he would agree?"

Sam? Her P-ball player as a diplomat? And his was the first name Roslin came up with? Where the frak had that come from?

Not that it was a bad idea, she realized, once the shock faded. He was a hell of a lot more diplomatic and patient than she could muster on a good day, for one thing. But he was also good in a fight, if it came to that, and there weren't too many other people she would trust absolutely to watch her back.

It occurred to her that if he went, they'd have to be in close quarters for awhile. That meant talking. Gods. Her stomach churned with jitters. She wanted to say no.

But under Adama and Roslin's eyes she couldn't exactly admit that she and Sam were having a problem -- a problem entirely of her own making, no less. Frak.

But that had nothing to do with whether Sam would or could do the job. She forced herself to nod. "Yes, ma'am. The idea didn't occur to me, but I think he'd be glad to help out."

Roslin smiled. "Good. Send him to see me, Captain Thrace, and I'll explain his duties."

Kara didn't try to protest that Sam wasn't on Galactica; she'd go fetch him in a Raptor herself, if she had to. "Yes, ma'am."


"You want me to go negotiate for you?" Sam stared at Roslin, wondering if being president again had made her crazy. Kara hadn't seen fit to warn him what Roslin wanted, and now he knew why. "I'm no diplomat."

"I don't have any diplomats, Sam," she folded her hands and looked across the desk at him. "And even if I did, I'm not sure I'd send one on this trip. You'll be starting out with covert recon, and I know you can handle yourself doing that. You'll only have to negotiate if everything checks out."

"I'm a pyramid player," he protested, and it sounded feeble even to his own ears.

She smiled a little, kindly, "Yes. But I know that's not all you are." Their eyes met, and he knew she was thinking of the Resistance. They'd plotted together, and she'd helped him handle Kara's disappearance and Tigh's extremism. "I trust you," she added, more softly. "I trust you to do the right thing for the fleet, not try to take advantage of it for yourself. You can keep your head in strange circumstances, you're much smarter than most people think, and you've got charisma when you want to use it."

"Thank you," he said automatically, and her smile widened.

"I'm not flattering you," she said. "I need you. And I suspect you equally need something to do. So here's my proposition: I will appoint you as my secretary of state, and you go to this Earth Station. If you reach the commanders of the station, you'll have that official authority to negotiate on our behalf and use your discretion to tell them what they need to know. If all goes well, I would like to have direct negotiations, hopefully between myself and their leader for resettlement of our people on Earth or some other place if that's unavailable. But you will report directly to me; and in all but a full military conflict developing, you'll lead this delegation. What do you say?"

His brain had gotten stuck at "secretary of state". From captain of the second-worst team in the Colonial League to Secretary of State in three years. Kara was going to laugh. Hell, he wanted to laugh. But what else could he say? "I'm still not sure I'm a good choice, but I accept. I'll do my best."

"And I'm sure your best will very good indeed."

The faith was flattering, if also anxiety-provoking because, Gods, if he frakked this up, he was frakking up the entire fleet. The last 40,000 humans in the galaxy.

Just another off-balance, at-the-buzzer shot for the win, Anders, he told himself and tried very hard to believe it as he listened to Roslin outline his new duties.


The Raptor wasn't that crowded with only five, but Kara had her own seat in the front and she was just as glad. Sam was back there, with Barolay and Hot Dog, and Gaeta sat at the ECO station. Her original plan hadn't included either Barolay or Constanza, but Constanza had been awake in his rack while she and Sam were discussing the mission and he'd volunteered. Kara had known they'd need a second pilot, since Gaeta had little training, and she'd given in more for Hot Dog's open-mindedness toward Sharon than anything else. If they ran into aliens, an open mind and enthusiasm would go a lot farther than some of the other marines' greater expertise.

And Barolay.... Kara grimaced at the controls. Sam had been right, that Sergeant Mathias couldn't pass for a civilian. He'd also been right to insist on someone on his team who knew how he worked. But did it have to be Jean?

The two of them were entertaining Hot Dog with the story of the Cylon attack on the frakkin' algae planet. Kara's ears perked up since neither Sam nor Lee had talked much about what had happened and she turned to watch and listen.

"And then Apollo pulled the pin and threw it to Anders," Jean said, "and he threw it like he was making goal." She snickered.

"Cylons go boom," Sam added, sounding very satisfied with himself.

"And then?" Hot Dog prompted.

Jean and Sam shared a glance and Sam forced a grin. "Then another squad of chrome jobs showed up and we scrambled back to the temple. I ran out of ammo, Jean threw me her extra clip, though I have no idea where she was keeping it..." He nudged her with his elbow.

She shoved back. "I don't waste my shots like some people, I know."

Sam taunted, "Oh sure. That was why you threw that airball against Picon?"

"If you want to catalogue screwups, Mister "I can't even manage to score on a red flag penalty play", try me," she retorted.

"Okay, okay," he held up his hands. "Truce? What the frak was I thinking to have two of you along who can throw all my stupid plays back in my face?"

"You're just that smart, apparently," Kara teased. And didn't miss how Jean's gaze narrowed at her. Apparently Kara had lost her right to tease him, according to Miz Barolay. Protective bitch.

He sighed, the playfulness gone from his expression, and he looked doubtful. "This was Roslin's idea, not mine."

"You'll do fine," Barolay said, and slapped his knee. "It can't be that different from all those interviews you had to do when we lost against frakkin' Virgon."

Sam groaned. "Thank you very much for the reminder. Gods, it was like a pack of wild dogs after me."

"I watched that game," Gaeta offered unexpectedly. "I'm not a big Pyramid fan, but I saw that one. It was a good one."

"Except they lost." Kara would have said more, but her console beeped, and she saw that they were now in range to replicate Racetrack's jump. "Everybody get ready," she called. "Jump in five... four... three... two... one."

She pulled the lever and the disorientation of the jump washed through her. Some people got sick, but she'd always enjoyed the rush zinging through her nerves.

And then, they were back in real space. "Gaeta, any dradis contacts?"

Everyone seemed to tense, until he reported, "No hostile contacts. The station and ships around it are exactly where Racetrack and Skulls reported."

Sam came forward to stand behind her chair.

"Can we see it?" he asked.

Very aware of his hands brushing her shoulders, she answered, "Not yet." She oriented the ship and the brown arc of the planet filled the window. "That's the planet and the station is at the LaGrange point between it and its moon. Let's go take a look."

She put the Raptor into a heading for the station. It was just barely visible as a non-starlike gleam ahead of them when the wireless crackled. This time it was a female voice, "Unidentified ship, you are on course for Babylon Five. Do you intend to enter the docking queue?"

Kara glanced up at Sam. "So, Mr. Secretary," she couldn't help a smile tugging her lips calling him that, "what should we do?"

His expression said, smart-ass, but he answered, "Go ahead."

She opened the channel back to the station, "Babylon Five, this is Raptor One. Yes, we'd like docking clearance."

"Stand by."

She shrugged. "Well, they sound exactly like the old Caprica spaceflight control. I guess that's a good sign."

"They've been scanning us since we arrived," Gaeta added. "They probably can tell we're unarmed."

"Even if we had guns, how could we be a threat to that thing?" Hot Dog asked, crowding in next to Sam. "It's huge."

It was. Far bigger than anything Kara had seen in space, except maybe the Scorpia shipyards. They drew closer to the station and more of its detail started to show -- it was rotating around the long axis, which Kara thought was interesting. The aliens or Earth humans didn't have AG. The station had large solar panels spread to catch the sunlight, like wings. There were some very large ships and some smaller ones too, but not the interesting aquatic-looking one that Racetrack had seen.

The voice came back. "Raptor One, Babylon Five Control. Do you need an environment setting other than Earth-Standard?"

Kara frowned in puzzlement.

"They're asking if the gravity and air mix of Earth work for us," Gaeta explained. "They don't know we're human."

"Oh right," she toggled the send key. "We're human, Babylon Five Control. Earth Standard is perfectly fine."

She grinned, at saying "Earth." She didn't think it would ever get old.

After another lag, the woman replied, "Raptor One, you are assigned to docking bay two. Hold at your current position until we give the all clear to approach."

She answered back, "Confirmed, Babylon Five Control." And she neatly reversed the Raptor into a stationary position to wait.

"The entire aft third of that station is one giant fusion reactor," Gaeta reported. "Capable of more than three times Galactica's power grid, and far more than the station itself is using at the moment."

She turned around, "Weapons?"

"Definitely. I'm reading multiple weapons platforms and what are probably gun ports. There are also launch bays for something the size of our vipers."

"It's heavily armed then." She raised her brows and looked up at Sam again. "Not exactly the utopia we'd hoped."

He was watching the station through the window. They were close enough it filled most of the canopy. "I don't know..." he said slowly. "Not utopia, no. But... Those ships don't look like they were designed by the same race, Kara. Some of them are clunky, some are round, and that one -- " he pointed to one whose proportions looked all off, "it's just weird."

"Yeah," she said. "So? We suspected there might be aliens."

He looked down at her, with a sudden smile. "They're not shooting at each other. Maybe their wars are in the past, just like ours between the colonies."

Jean had joined them, looking out at the station, and she said quietly, "And we might be bringing the Cylons right to them. They might not thank us for that."

"But if we could get them to help us, the Cylons couldn't fight all those people," Constanza waved his arm toward the station and the ships all around them. "Right?"

Sam nodded. "Right. That means we need to ally ourselves with these people to get a place for our people to live, and to find some friends against the Cylons. And not screw up and make them our enemies. I'm so glad there's no pressure then," Sam added dryly, and everyone laughed.

tbc.... Part 2

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Arin Wolfearinwolfe on March 6th, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
i love you.
i especaly love you for not making spoilers for B5 so i could read it (i'm only part way through season 4) thanks!
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
thanks! And well, I put it in S.1 since I have had a massive Sinclair crush since I was a wee thing. *g*
dejladejla on March 6th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
This is terrific fun. And S1 of B5 was my favorite, so... I</> like it.
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:01 am (UTC)
thanks. really? You too? awesome!
eradicating evil was always on my to-do listcerebel on March 6th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
B5 + BSG = for the win. This was awesome. Do more :P
lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:11 am (UTC)
yep. It's the chocolate and peanut butter of fandoms, really. *g*

Thanks. There will be more.
weissmanweissman on March 7th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
That was wonderful and I hope you will continue it. I also hope there is room for Sharon, Helo and Hera in it.

Big Hug
lizardbeth: Sharonlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC)
Thanks. =) And I'll tell you that I know what role the Agathons'll have, but, it's going to take a bit to get there. So, uh, be patient. *g*
(no subject) - weissman on March 7th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
shara50: hot leeshara50 on March 7th, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
Cool start and I am looking forward to reading more.
lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:10 am (UTC)
thanks! It's really fun to write, so I'm glad people are having fun reading too!
entertaining in a disturbing way: Tachikomas bff!lyssie on March 7th, 2007 12:15 am (UTC)
*giggles maniacally*

Oh, I love you. I love you lots.

This is awesome. from Roslin's appointing Sam (logical! HHAHAHAHA) to the teasing, to Jean's glaring at Kara to Hot Dog's bounciness. OMG.

More. Of course.
lizardbeth: Anders - gunlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
My Politician!Sam kink, again, you'll note. *g* I just can't seem to help myself.

and there will be more. I have grand ambitions, y'know. SHADOW WAR, BABY!

Thanks. =) *smooch*
(no subject) - lyssie on March 8th, 2007 02:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Lady Lucilla: BSG--Zarek - Anti-Adamatheladylucilla on March 7th, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
BSG & B5 -- two of my favorite fandoms!

This is off to a great start. I hope you'll continue with this.

And YAY for setting it in S1 of B5 with Sinclair!
lizardbeth: Zarek - dear Ronlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:08 am (UTC)
Another Sinclair fan! YAY!

And there will be more, definitely. I'm having so much fun with this crack.
(no subject) - theladylucilla on March 7th, 2007 03:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Vanzetti: A Russian Thingvaznetti on March 7th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
This is neat! I'm looking forward to seeing more of it.
lizardbeth: Delennlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
thanks! there'll be more. I'm having way too much fun to quit now. :)
Agent Provocateur: Calculating Karadaera23 on March 7th, 2007 04:16 am (UTC)
see this is what I love about fandom- we don't need the frakking series - we can create our own stories. don't even know anything about Babylon 5, but I am hooked.

fun with Racetrack and her exasperation at another misjump

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see this is what I love about fandom- we don't need the frakking series - we can create our own stories. don't even know anything about Babylon 5, but I am hooked.

fun with Racetrack and her exasperation at another misjump

<i."I'm not flattering you," she said. "I need you. And I suspect you equally need something to do. So here's my proposition: I will appoint you as my secretary of state, and you go to this Earth Station. If you reach the commanders of the station, you'll have that official authority to negotiate on our behalf and use your discretion to tell them what they need to know. If all goes well, I would like to have direct negotiations, hopefully between myself and their leader for resettlement of our people on Earth or some other place if that's unavailable. But you will report directly to me; and in all but a full military conflict developing, you'll lead this delegation. What do you say?"

spot on!

thanks for taking my mind off of it all!
lizardbeth: Anders - gunlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 06:05 am (UTC)
oh good, I'm glad the story still works for people who don't know B5. That's always the tricky bit with crossovers.


mymatedavemymatedave on March 7th, 2007 08:41 am (UTC)
Came here via a lyssie rec, and well worth it. Love B5 and I'd love to see more. Especially of Secretary of State Anders.
lizardbeth: Sinclairlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks! and welcome. There's more coming. *g*
My way of staying sanemamaboolj on March 7th, 2007 02:34 pm (UTC)
Loving this! Gotta get hubby to read. He's a huge B5 fan and got me hooked when we were dating. Now I wish we hadn't sent all our B5 tapes to a friend to watch the year she spent at the South Pole. And she didn't even leave them there for future Polies to enjoy!
lizardbeth: Sinclairlizardbeth_j on March 7th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks! B5 is my first fandom love and now I'm rewatching and getting all into it again. So much love for this show.

A trip to the South Pole, how cool!
(no subject) - mamaboolj on March 7th, 2007 08:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
mrsdrjackson: Toilet seatmrsdrjackson on February 27th, 2008 04:47 am (UTC)
*mind explodes*

This is just...wow. Is there more of this somewhere?
lizardbethlizardbeth_j on February 27th, 2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Ha, that's funny, I was just thinking I should link in part 2.


(no subject) - mrsdrjackson on February 27th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
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lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on August 17th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC)
hee. well, luckily Lee's still in the military at this point and has no idea the position is even available, so I think he's taking it all right. :) Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it!
(no subject) - wyrdwritere on September 8th, 2008 05:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
midnightsjane: Kara & Sharonmidnightsjane on September 30th, 2008 07:40 am (UTC)
Here via frolicndetour
B5+BSG=crossover goodness!

Can't resist a story featuring two of my most favourite fandoms..great start!
lizardbeth: Delennlizardbeth_j on October 1st, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Glad you found it!

B5 was my first fandom (and still very special to me), and BSG is my current love - so of course I had to smoosh them together!
emmiere: Samemmiere on March 23rd, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)
Oh I like this one! And with Sinclair too. :)

*giggles at politician Sam* That's a fun crew for first contact, really. ;)