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Fic: Ring (Hold Infinity In Your Hand) (Battlestar Galactica, Helo, Tyrol)
Title: Ring (Hold Infinity In Your Hand)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character(s): Helo, Tyrol
Word Count: 170
Rating: G
Summary: In the end, they'd never really been fighting over the same girl.
Notes: Takes place between seasons two and three.
Helo isn't sure it's fair to ask the Chief to make the ring, but he does it anyway.
It's nothing much to look at, round and silver and plain, but he knows it isn't the look of the thing that counts; Tyrol tells him he pulled it from part of an old Raptor, and Helo thinks it might be perfect.
He hands it over without a word, and they don't bother going through the motions; Tyrol doesn't tell him to take care of her, or that if Helo ever hurts her he'll kick his ass. In the end, they'd never really been fighting over the same girl, and Helo thinks they both know it. But there's something in the look they share, and he thinks that whatever rivalry had existed between them is gone.
As he turns to leave, the Chief calls him back with a word, and he stops. "Congratulations," Tyrol says, and Helo nods, twisting the ring around in his fingers. Now, he thinks, for the hard part.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character(s): Helo, Tyrol
Word Count: 170
Rating: G
Summary: In the end, they'd never really been fighting over the same girl.
Notes: Takes place between seasons two and three.
Helo isn't sure it's fair to ask the Chief to make the ring, but he does it anyway.
It's nothing much to look at, round and silver and plain, but he knows it isn't the look of the thing that counts; Tyrol tells him he pulled it from part of an old Raptor, and Helo thinks it might be perfect.
He hands it over without a word, and they don't bother going through the motions; Tyrol doesn't tell him to take care of her, or that if Helo ever hurts her he'll kick his ass. In the end, they'd never really been fighting over the same girl, and Helo thinks they both know it. But there's something in the look they share, and he thinks that whatever rivalry had existed between them is gone.
As he turns to leave, the Chief calls him back with a word, and he stops. "Congratulations," Tyrol says, and Helo nods, twisting the ring around in his fingers. Now, he thinks, for the hard part.