BSG is bad for my marriage...

Well, actually my massive annoyance with BSG is bad for my marriage.

You see, BSG annoys me and I rant about it at my poor husband. Since BSG doesn't annoy him, it ends up causing stressful... discussions in which we come close to sounding like we're arguing. It's a tad stressful and completely unfair to poor Wil.

But I just can't help it. It just annoys me so damn much.

That's not exactly true. The cheap, theatrical writing that they occasionally stick in BSG annoys me. In a show that has many legitimately tense and moving moments, it too often settles for slight of hand and time manipulation to build contrived suspense -- often at the expense of what could have been truly suspenseful scenes in their own right.

The sheer manipulation of it irritates me to the point of being unable to enjoy the scene. It's so obviously a manipulation -- it's like watching the old serialized cliff hangers, where they stick on a completely pointless life-threatening situation at the end of a part only to have the situation completely resolved and rendered moot in the next ten minutes of story. The worst part is, the artificial construct of it makes the actual, natural ending points of the scene less powerful.

Don't get me wrong, I like the show but I want to love the show. Maybe I'm expecting too much from it. After all I love 24 and that's all about artificial constructs. Not only I can live with that, but I look forward to them. It doesn't bother me because that's what 24 is. It's not what I want BSG to be, though. *sigh* ( Wherein I expound on my (possibly unreasonable) expectations of BSG )

If you want to make a point in your writing, make it an argument, not a sermon. More importantly, don't bring up volatile, morally complicated issues without being sure to recognize that's it is a volatile, morally complicated issue.

Fic: Doubt (A-Team, PG)

Title: Doubt
Fandom: A-Team
Characters: Roderick Decker
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes:The A-Team list I lurk on had a 15-minute challenge. Write a fic starting with "Free as a Bird" in 15 minutes. Having not written anything in months I thought I'd try it. Surprisingly, I managed to complete a fic in that time. It felt good. I will have to do that more often.


"...free as a bird."

Decker wasn't really listening to the captain. He was watching the dust cloud from the A-Team's van as it disappeared in the distance, but the last words caught his attention. The slight suggestion of satisfaction in Captain Crane's voice as he said it wasn't lost on Decker, either. It was almost as if the captain was glad the team escaped.

"It's only a matter of time, Captain," he growled at his second-in-command, "until I clip those wings and The A-Team will be sitting in prison cage."

"Yes, sir," Crane dutifully answered, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice that hadn't been there three years ago when they had first started chasing Smith and his men.

Decker didn't press the subject, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. This assignment had started off personal. Smith was a do-gooding boy scout that had never fully understood what sacrifices needed to be made in order to win a war. Worse, he somehow had always managed to succeed without ever having to compromise those unrealistic ideals.

When Decker had heard that Smith's team had been responsible for the robbery at the bank of Hanoi, Decker had seen it as vindication. Proof that Smith wasn't as clean or honest as he pretended to be. All that "holier-than-thou" talk had been just that and as soon as he saw the opportunity, he and his team had turned out to be nothing more than common criminals.

After the Team's escape, Decker had followed the Smith's adventures in the underground. He hadn't been surprised that Smith portrayed himself as a Robin Hood-type hero, but Decker knew that it was as much an act as the good-guy bit he'd played in Nam. Half the reason he'd accepted that assignment of going after the team was for the satisfaction of being the one who showed the world who Smith truly was.

Three years of chasing later, it wasn't the lack of success that bothered Decker. Rather it was the gnawing fear that maybe -- just maybe -- Smith was everything he pretended to be. Maybe he was a Robin Hood out to help the little guy. Maybe he and his team had been set up. Maybe they were the good guys in the white hats.

But where did that leave him? Was Roderick Decker nothing more than the thug that Smith accused him of being? Was he Javert chasing after Jean Valjean? Was he destined to find his greatest failure instead of his moment of glory?

The cloud of dust faded away and Decker climbed into the car with a guttural curse.

He hated this new found introspection that had developed over the past several months. He hated the weakness that came with self-doubt. He hated the grudging respect for Smith that grew with each new escape.

Most of all he couldn't quite fight the feeling that he, too, was glad that Smith had gotten away.

ETA: When doing a 15-minute fic take extra time and proof the stupid thing to get rid of errors. 15 minutes for writing it, half-hour for proofing. *shakes head* At least I have the mistakes fixed now. (I hope).