crossoverfic | [FIC] BSG/Eureka, PG-13 for swears

Title: The Journal of ~~Maya~~ Jo Lupo
Author:

snarkymcsnarker
Fandom: BSG/Eureka
Summary: Maya gets stranded on Earth. Excerpts from her journal.
Spoilers: Only if you don't know who Maya is.
Rating: PG-13 for swears and a little violence.
Disclaimer: Neither show is mine, but oh how glorious it would be.

A/N: Angsty-ish crack (bwuh?) inspired by a day of watching both BSG and Eureka, and spending four hours going ‘WHERE have I seen Maya?” and “WHERE have I seen Deputy Lupo?” *headdesks* Also, it's is EXACTLY a quadrabble. Neat.

The Journal of ~~Maya~~ Jo Lupo

They took Isis. Those godsdamned Cylons took her from me and I lost everything. Everything that ever made me soft, made me kind, made me give a frak. I joined the Resistance thinking they’d want to get her back just as much as me, that if she were so important to them they’d make a frakking effort to FIND her. Not a priority. Not. A. Priority. My daughter, my baby girl, is not a priority in the fight to save humanity. Who the frak are we trying to save, then?!

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I miss Laura, miss reminiscing about life back home. She loved talking about her mother. She said that’s who I reminded her of. Josephine. Strong name, but not quite right. Jo. All the excess stripped away so there’s not enough of it left to break. Lupo for that dog that scared the ~~frak~~ fuck out of me the first night here. I thought it was a wolf ready to kill me . . . instead he led me into this town, and here I'll stay.

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I like my guns. They’re good guns, some hi-tech, some not. One looks just like a standard issue Fleet pistol. Doesn’t pull to the right, though.

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Zoe’s a cute kid. She talks to me about things I barely remember from a life I’ve tried to forget. Sweet, girly things like nail polish and boys. ~~She reminds me so much of~~ Could say she brings out the maternal instinct in me. Thought I crushed that down pretty thoroughly when I got here. Or had it crushed for me by the Cylons and the fucking Resistance.

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I remember when Carter first got here, when Walter almost destroyed time. Remember being asked if I could handle that soldier. Please, he’s Force Recon. Remember a raid on a ‘civic’ building and killing four skinjobs by myself. After fighting Cylons hand-to-hand, one itty-bitty human isn’t a problem.

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Henry made something fly today. Again. But this time it worked, better than ever. He says it’s an enormous step towards ‘real-live space ships’, not just shuttles. And I wonder if someday I can go home. Probably not. Gods know where the Fleet is, or if it’ll ever get here. If it does, though, you can be damned sure that the people in this town will know first. This is where the Fleet will come, and this is where I’ll be waiting.