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Battlestar Galactica
Tyrol.Helo.Sharon (all permutations thereof)
(spoilers through 2.13)
Fractured for Happiness
Fracture. A verb.
1a: to cause a fracture in : BREAK
The day that Galen Tyrol left Gemenon for the Academy, his father was the only person to see him to the transporter station. Galen's aunt, grandmother, and mother all had to work, although, when every female member of your family is an oracle, it's not seen as work inasmuch as it's a calling, so, they had been called away.
Galen's mother was always being called away when Galen needed her, or wanted her, or simply craved her attention, but one couldn't be the child of a priest and an oracle and be selfish. Galen had been taught early on to be selfless. There had been lessons and much prayer on the subject. His mother had worked to instill a need to sacrifice for others in Galen, to make him a divine, giving soul, but it was always easier to say what one should do than to actually do it.
This was a lesson that Galen had to learn on his own.
1b: RUPTURE, TEAR
On Mondays, Galen wore the medallion of Aphrodite. Tuesdays he carried the effigy of Demeter in honor of his mother. On Wednesday, he wore the rosary of Poseidon for his father. On Thursday, it was Artemis, the goddess he himself had chosen to follow. On Friday, Dionysus, for the late nights with the other boot camp plebes. Saturday and Sunday were for Artemis, again.
Galen met Sharon on a Monday, because he had a day pass to Caprica City. When he looks back on it now, this should have told him everything he needed to know. Sharon was at the academy, and he was getting ready for specialist training, and Aphrodite was not Galen's patron goddess.
Artemis would never have set him up in that way.
2a: to damage or destroy as if by rupturing
The day that Commander Adama picked Galen to be his Chief of Deck was one of the greatest days of Galen Tyrol's life. He took his entire crew out drinking to The Lyre & Satyr, and Galen's predecessor, Chief Findle bought every last one of them a River Styx. She said it would help with camaraderie. They all threw up outside the entrance to the bar, and the next morning, Galen reported for duty with a hangover the size of a Viper. It was almost enough to drown out the disappointment and resignation from his parents when he'd told them that he was not coming home to attend the theological university.
2b: to cause great disorder in
Galen had a life before Sharon; he just didn't remember most of it. Of course it was possible to say the same thing about his life before the Cylon attacks. The night after the attacks, Galen did something he hadn't done for a while -- he prayed to all of the gods instead of just Artemis. His grandmother had done this on occasion, despite her status as an oracle. You never knew who might be listening in was her sentiment, but for the first time in Galen's life, he highly doubted that anyone was listening at all.
2c : to break up : FRACTIONATE
In his head, Galen had known for a long time that Sharon was the Cylon spy, but what was in his head had very little to do with what was in his heart. You didn't stop loving someone just because they'd disappointed you and let you down repeatedly; Galen had learned that one from his parents. And yet, Galen told himself that letting Helo have Sharon was a truly selfless act -- except that Helo's Sharon wasn't his Sharon, so there was nothing selfless about it. That didn't make it hurt any less. If anything, it hurt more, because there was this thing that looked like his Sharon, and sounded like her too, but this copy loved Helo, and Galen was just an interloper.
2d: to go beyond the limits of (as rules) : VIOLATE
They never turned the lights off in the brig. Never. It made sleeping just a little difficult, but Galen had experience with difficult situations. You couldn't be involved in a covert relationship with a fellow soldier, on a military ship, and not know something about dealing with disagreeable situations. You couldn't be the son of an oracle and a priest and not have some experience in being slightly uncomfortable. Even on Gemenon, where religion was taken more seriously than politics, Galen was something of an anomaly. Now that he was trapped in the Pegasus brig with Helo, well, he was standing out again.
Galen wasn't the sort to complain about his allotment in life, but he thought that perhaps he was being tested by the gods just a bit more than other people. He had done nothing but give himself to the Lords of Kobol, and in return they'd given him this: a woman who loved someone else, and a pacing father-to-be that wasn't him.
Galen didn't intend to pick a fight with Helo, but the brig was bright, and he hadn't slept in forever, and it was just so simple to push himself upright on his bunk and launch himself at Helo.
At least Helo's fists made him feel alive.
2e: intransitive senses: to undergo fracture
Galen and Helo didn't talk about Sharon once they were back on the Galactica. They didn't talk about almost dying, or almost being raped, or about the baby that Galen knew was starting to show.
(He'd stopped visiting Sharon, but sometimes he deliberately passed by the protective glass in front of her cell. He couldn't forget her completely; no one could be completely selfless all the time and to expect such a thing was unrealistic. If Galen ever saw his parents again, he would tell them this).
Galen and Helo didn't tend to talk about much of anything when they were together, which was much more often than anyone aware of their situation would've suspected. To Galen, expecting them to stay apart seemed a bit dense, but, of course, he wasn't the most objective person to ask.
There was something resolutely masochistic about spending time with the man who'd impregnated a copy of the woman that he used to, and probably still did, love. However, there was no one who could possibly understand Galen's pain more than Helo, and Helo had problems that -– thanks be to Artemis -– Galen would never have to face.
And so they came together and found their own religion, sometimes with their bodies and other times with their fists. The sex was not unlike the fighting, punishing hands and positions, bodies full of repressed anger and broken rage. Knees and fists and hands falling down like a rain during Demeter's Harvest Festival.
In the end, Galen was always just selfish enough to look out for his own interests, and Helo interested him in a not an entirely healthy way.
After they fought, or frakked, they would lie side-by-side on the floor of the cargo hold, panting for air and investigating their injuries: split lips, bloody noses, fractured knuckles and the like. These were their means of escape. In the stolen hours and minutes, these brutal exchanges were as close to life and happiness as they would ever get.
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Beta byserialkarma, who I love for all her military knowledge.
kismeteve for such a pairing. Politics, brilliant tailoring, and hotness. Rock! For all her humouring of me I thought she might like this in returnBattlestar Galactica
Tyrol.Helo.Sharon (all permutations thereof)
(spoilers through 2.13)
Fracture. A verb.
1a: to cause a fracture in : BREAK
The day that Galen Tyrol left Gemenon for the Academy, his father was the only person to see him to the transporter station. Galen's aunt, grandmother, and mother all had to work, although, when every female member of your family is an oracle, it's not seen as work inasmuch as it's a calling, so, they had been called away.
Galen's mother was always being called away when Galen needed her, or wanted her, or simply craved her attention, but one couldn't be the child of a priest and an oracle and be selfish. Galen had been taught early on to be selfless. There had been lessons and much prayer on the subject. His mother had worked to instill a need to sacrifice for others in Galen, to make him a divine, giving soul, but it was always easier to say what one should do than to actually do it.
This was a lesson that Galen had to learn on his own.
1b: RUPTURE, TEAR
On Mondays, Galen wore the medallion of Aphrodite. Tuesdays he carried the effigy of Demeter in honor of his mother. On Wednesday, he wore the rosary of Poseidon for his father. On Thursday, it was Artemis, the goddess he himself had chosen to follow. On Friday, Dionysus, for the late nights with the other boot camp plebes. Saturday and Sunday were for Artemis, again.
Galen met Sharon on a Monday, because he had a day pass to Caprica City. When he looks back on it now, this should have told him everything he needed to know. Sharon was at the academy, and he was getting ready for specialist training, and Aphrodite was not Galen's patron goddess.
Artemis would never have set him up in that way.
2a: to damage or destroy as if by rupturing
The day that Commander Adama picked Galen to be his Chief of Deck was one of the greatest days of Galen Tyrol's life. He took his entire crew out drinking to The Lyre & Satyr, and Galen's predecessor, Chief Findle bought every last one of them a River Styx. She said it would help with camaraderie. They all threw up outside the entrance to the bar, and the next morning, Galen reported for duty with a hangover the size of a Viper. It was almost enough to drown out the disappointment and resignation from his parents when he'd told them that he was not coming home to attend the theological university.
2b: to cause great disorder in
Galen had a life before Sharon; he just didn't remember most of it. Of course it was possible to say the same thing about his life before the Cylon attacks. The night after the attacks, Galen did something he hadn't done for a while -- he prayed to all of the gods instead of just Artemis. His grandmother had done this on occasion, despite her status as an oracle. You never knew who might be listening in was her sentiment, but for the first time in Galen's life, he highly doubted that anyone was listening at all.
2c : to break up : FRACTIONATE
In his head, Galen had known for a long time that Sharon was the Cylon spy, but what was in his head had very little to do with what was in his heart. You didn't stop loving someone just because they'd disappointed you and let you down repeatedly; Galen had learned that one from his parents. And yet, Galen told himself that letting Helo have Sharon was a truly selfless act -- except that Helo's Sharon wasn't his Sharon, so there was nothing selfless about it. That didn't make it hurt any less. If anything, it hurt more, because there was this thing that looked like his Sharon, and sounded like her too, but this copy loved Helo, and Galen was just an interloper.
2d: to go beyond the limits of (as rules) : VIOLATE
They never turned the lights off in the brig. Never. It made sleeping just a little difficult, but Galen had experience with difficult situations. You couldn't be involved in a covert relationship with a fellow soldier, on a military ship, and not know something about dealing with disagreeable situations. You couldn't be the son of an oracle and a priest and not have some experience in being slightly uncomfortable. Even on Gemenon, where religion was taken more seriously than politics, Galen was something of an anomaly. Now that he was trapped in the Pegasus brig with Helo, well, he was standing out again.
Galen wasn't the sort to complain about his allotment in life, but he thought that perhaps he was being tested by the gods just a bit more than other people. He had done nothing but give himself to the Lords of Kobol, and in return they'd given him this: a woman who loved someone else, and a pacing father-to-be that wasn't him.
Galen didn't intend to pick a fight with Helo, but the brig was bright, and he hadn't slept in forever, and it was just so simple to push himself upright on his bunk and launch himself at Helo.
At least Helo's fists made him feel alive.
2e: intransitive senses: to undergo fracture
Galen and Helo didn't talk about Sharon once they were back on the Galactica. They didn't talk about almost dying, or almost being raped, or about the baby that Galen knew was starting to show.
(He'd stopped visiting Sharon, but sometimes he deliberately passed by the protective glass in front of her cell. He couldn't forget her completely; no one could be completely selfless all the time and to expect such a thing was unrealistic. If Galen ever saw his parents again, he would tell them this).
Galen and Helo didn't tend to talk about much of anything when they were together, which was much more often than anyone aware of their situation would've suspected. To Galen, expecting them to stay apart seemed a bit dense, but, of course, he wasn't the most objective person to ask.
There was something resolutely masochistic about spending time with the man who'd impregnated a copy of the woman that he used to, and probably still did, love. However, there was no one who could possibly understand Galen's pain more than Helo, and Helo had problems that -– thanks be to Artemis -– Galen would never have to face.
And so they came together and found their own religion, sometimes with their bodies and other times with their fists. The sex was not unlike the fighting, punishing hands and positions, bodies full of repressed anger and broken rage. Knees and fists and hands falling down like a rain during Demeter's Harvest Festival.
In the end, Galen was always just selfish enough to look out for his own interests, and Helo interested him in a not an entirely healthy way.
After they fought, or frakked, they would lie side-by-side on the floor of the cargo hold, panting for air and investigating their injuries: split lips, bloody noses, fractured knuckles and the like. These were their means of escape. In the stolen hours and minutes, these brutal exchanges were as close to life and happiness as they would ever get.
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Beta by
serialkarma, who I love for all her military knowledge.
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Date: 2006-01-25 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 08:25 pm (UTC)should I be about to cry already? because I AM. Oh shit. MORE.
THE GODS! And Artemis! I am so in love.
Artemis would never have set him up in that way.
Oh Lords of Kobol WHY? *tears clothes*
It was almost enough to drown out the disappointment and resignation from his parents when he'd told them that he was not coming come to attend the theological university.
I told you about the medical school thing, right?
Galen loses his faith! This is very distressing. Galen, we will snuggle you. Probably to death.
You didn't stop loving someone just because they'd disappointed you and let you down repeatedly
Hey, I told you, NO MORE BRAD, ok?
He had done nothing but give himself to the Lords of Kobol and they'd given him this: a woman who loved someone else and a pacing father-to-be that wasn't him.
That's the problem with devotion. *cynics*
no one could be completely selfless all the time and to expect such a thing was unrealistic.
Ah, yes. The deep insight. It looks good on Galen.
Knees and fists and hands falling down like a rain during Demeter's Harvest Festival.
You know how good this fic is, right? I mean, it's GOOD.
IT'S ALL SUCH A FUCKING TRAGEDY!!!!!!!! *moans*
Yes to everything. Beautiful. Perfect. Sharon needs to die about sixty times.
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:32 am (UTC)should I be about to cry already? because I AM. Oh shit. MORE.
THE GODS! And Artemis! I am so in love.
Dude, I love that they use Greek Mythology on the show, it makes me geek out with the love.
Galen loses his faith! This is very distressing. Galen, we will snuggle you. Probably to death.
It occurs to me that the problems on Galactica could be solved by letting us sleep with the crew, seriously.
You know how good this fic is, right? I mean, it's GOOD.
IT'S ALL SUCH A FUCKING TRAGEDY!!!!!!!! *moans*
Yes to everything. Beautiful. Perfect. Sharon needs to die about sixty times.
Aw, I'm so glad you liked it, sweetie. Galen is hard to write, he's has so much tragedy! I just want him to have like puppies and sex and planes to play with. We hatses Sharon.
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Date: 2006-01-25 08:31 pm (UTC)love it.
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 08:44 pm (UTC)After they fought, or frakked, they would lie side-by-side on the floor of the cargo hold, panting for air and investigating their injuries: split lips, bloody noses, fractured knuckles and the like. These were their means of escape. In the stolen hours and minutes, these brutal exchanges were as close to life and happiness as they would ever get.
which is just...ouch. And YES.
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Date: 2006-01-25 08:44 pm (UTC)who I love for all her military knowledge.
ahahahaha. You know all this knowledge comes from this and SGA, right? The things I do for my shows.
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 01:35 am (UTC)LOL. I do that when people write Dee/Lee, which is, oh, NEVER. So, um, yeah, sorry about the bitterness thing, it just randomly escaped me. I'm so pleased you liked it, sweetie! Yaye :)
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Date: 2006-01-25 11:05 pm (UTC)Much love to you for writing this.
Two Favorite Bits:
Artemis would never have set him up in that way. *geeks out on mythology*
If anything it hurt more, because there was this thing that looked like his Sharon, and sounded like her too, but this copy loved Helo, and Galen was just an interloper. God bless does his life just suck. damn.
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:37 am (UTC)You know, when you look at everyone's lives, it's like, yeah, pretty much everybody's life sucks. Except Baltar because he's the evol genius. They always turn out alright.
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Date: 2006-01-26 12:05 am (UTC)I love this kind of backstory and character driven piece when they feel real. This has added to my understanding of Tyrol and I loved it. And the end is hot.
And now write more smut! *g*
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 02:19 am (UTC)Hope it's ok that I am friending you- you write mckay/sheppard and Helo/Tyrol, Lee/Helo!!!
I think I loves you :-)
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Date: 2006-01-26 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 05:57 pm (UTC)Anyways, what I mean to say is that I look forward to reading any Helo/Tyrol, Helo/Lee you write!
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Date: 2006-01-26 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 04:58 am (UTC)I liked this a lot.
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Date: 2006-01-26 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 05:23 am (UTC)Artemis would never have set him up in that way.
I can feel a tear welling up.
And so they came together and found their own religion, sometimes with their bodies and other times with their fists. The sex was not unlike the fighting, punishing hands and positions, bodies full of repressed anger and broken rage. Knees and fists and hands falling down like a rain during Demeter's Harvest Festival.
In the end, Galen was always just selfish enough to look out for his own interests, and Helo interested him in a not an entirely healthy way.
Ahhhh, that hurts.
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Date: 2006-01-26 05:39 pm (UTC)We love the Chief!
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Date: 2006-01-26 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-03 10:08 pm (UTC)Of course, I've got a bit of a Chief / Helo thing, so I'd probably dig it even if it wasn't so damn well-done (which it IS).
Steamy and insightful -- what more could I ask for? :)
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Date: 2006-04-18 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-13 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:11 pm (UTC)If you're interested, the list of fic I can find is at the new Helo/Tyrol community that a friend and I have just started. The url for the list is:
http://community.livejournal.com/frak_buddies/687.html
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Date: 2006-12-24 10:42 pm (UTC)oh, yes. this was lobely.