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I did not quite manage to read all the worldbuilding_exchange fics before the authors were revealed, and then life got busy and the tabs I had open got buried. So here is finally my rec list!

I received this wonderful fic:

Downtime (Great Cards Not Required) (1261 words) by DesertVixen
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Christine Chapel & Nyota Uhura
Characters: Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Marlena Moreau, Lieutenant Palmer
Additional Tags: Not Canon Incompliant, Everyday Life on the Enterprise, Anytime after s2e6: The Doomsday Machine
Summary:

Nyota Uhura has plans for the evening...

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Fic: Fertile Ground

I suppose I should probably actually post my worldbuilding_exchange fic here. Wouldn't want to be too quick off the mark, it's only been a month since it was revealed 🤣.

I wrote a BSG fic, which gave me a lovely excuse to write a fic about a headcanon I've had since I first watched the show. (What the headcanon is, you'll have to read the fic to find out ...)

Title: Fertile Ground
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Original Four
Length: 5383 words
Written for: redrikki in Worldbuilding Exchange 2024

Summary: Simon only bothered to continue the fertility experiments because the others demanded it. Things are different on New Caprica.

AO3. Squidgeworld. Rebloggable on tumblr. Pillowfort.

Simon sat at his lab bench, waiting for his samples to finish processing—as well as they could, given the abysmal shortages of everything on New Caprica—and contemplated whether it would be worth it to take his turn as the Four representative at consensus meetings. The Ones were dead set against shipping in medical supplies from the Colonies. The Sixes and Eights should be pushing for it—if they truly wanted to build a relationship with the humans, helping them stay alive should be high on their priority list—but Fours were the only Cylons who really understood the fragility of the human body.

There was a knock at the door. Nurse Sashon popped her head in. "There's a human who's actually willing to have you treat her."

"Really?" Simon stripped off his gloves and tossed them in the laundry basket. Medical staff had been dramatically under-represented in the refugee fleet, and several years of trauma and poor healthcare and worse food hadn't been helped by the living conditions on New Caprica. But people would rather wait for Doc Cottle or one of the others, than be treated by a Cylon. "What's wrong with her?"

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