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Title: Asking My Heart For Guidance Was Like Pleading With A Machine
Fandom: Girl Genius
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “The first time was an accident.” 3 kisses and 2 dreams, all relating to Gil and Agatha.
Fandom: Girl Genius
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “The first time was an accident.” 3 kisses and 2 dreams, all relating to Gil and Agatha.
Origin
The first time was an accident.
It was one of the brief interludes when Agatha wasn’t ordering him about, and Gil took the opportunity to stand at her shoulder, peering around the line of her neck to try and figure out what she was doing.
Agatha was making something- even if couldn’t tell what the purpose was, he was spark enough to see the grace, the functionality of the clanks forming under her fingers.
He brushed her hair back, trying to get a better look, feeling her humming through his fingertips, and when she twisted suddenly, reaching for soldering iron, he inadvertently pressed his lips against the top of her neck, mashing his nose on her cheek.
She didn’t seem to notice.
Gil automatically stepped back, Agatha ordered him to fetch a metal file and seven-eighth screws. He did so, and forgot about how soft her skin had been.
The Baron locked her in a very tiny room with exceptionally thick walls back on Castle Wulfenbach.
Once she was alone, she slumped down on the bed, and tucked her knees within the circle of her shackled arms.
She couldn’t even enjoy being in her own head again. The fog of Lucrezia’s presence had lifted, and now her mind and memory were working perfectly, replaying Lars’ last words over and over and over again, in crystalline clarity.
She still had his blood on her coat.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she was just starting to sniff when the door opened.
Agatha’s head jerked up as Gilgamesh Wulfenbach entered.
He was carried a tray and the door locked behind him.
“I thought you might–” he started, placing the tray on a convenient table, and then ducked.
The bucket she’d thrown at him banged nicely against the wall, almost hit Gil on the rebound, and then rolled noisly across the floor.
Agatha charged toward him, and he didn’t back away. She stopped with her boots inches from his, informed him precisely what she thought he and his father were worth, wishing she’s listened to Zeetha and retained some of her more creative turns of phrase. She yelled until she stopped having anything remotely instructive to tell him, and was reduced to stuttering.
Gil just stared at her with pity in his eyes.
She really, really hated him.
“You son of a bitch,” she repeated and swung at him. He caught the chain linking her wrists together, used her momentum against her and spun her around, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her relatively immobile. The handcuffs made it very easy. She was just about to stomp down on his instep when he put his mouth next to her ear and said, “I’m sorry.”
Agatha sniffed heavily, and thought very hard how much she’d like to throw Gil off his damn father’s damn airship.
“He wasn’t ordinary,” she said instead, throat hot.
She felt Gil press his lips against her hair and starting pondering ways to break out of this room.
“Well, ‘mistress–’”
“DAMN IT, GIL, IT’S BAD ENOUGH THAT THEY CALL ME THAT!” Agatha roared at him, and he was secretly at little glad he was kneeling in the middle of the delicate tangle of the time mirror’s parts, and she was unlikely to throw a spanner at him.
He looked up to retort, and then realized that she was looking more hurt than angry.
“I’m not my mother,” Agatha muttered to herself, looking down at the calibration unit.
“I know,” Gil said, and her head jerked up.
Agatha shrugged and then handed him the wrench he’d been just about to ask her for.
“Thanks, could you–”
“Yes,” she answered. Agatha opened the next console over and started digging through the tangle of wires inside.
He watched her for a minute, until she started humming that uncanny little tune she always did when she was working.
He smiled, and wished he could kiss her until the shadows left her eyes.
Gilgamesh was a realist. He’d always know that his father wasn’t a good man, wasn’t a nice man. It was only recently that he’d began to think his father wasn’t even a fair man, and more recently still that he began to think his father might be evil.
His father being evil actually wasn’t all the distressing; what keep him up at night was the fact that he was starting to have a problem with it.
It was Agatha’s fault.
Well, it was nothing she’d done, really. She’s just been herself and a Heterodyne and suddenly, towns and cities that had been peacefully under the Baron’s rule started resisting.
His father had never appreciated rebellion.
The Baron Wulfenbach reacted as anyone who knew him or his reputation should have predicted: ruthlessly.
And sometime between coming back to his lab to find Lilith and Adam Clay utterly demolished, broken down to bone, blood so thick on the floor of his lab that it lay in pools, and worst of all, brains destroyed, and walking through a town made of ash, bodies everywhere and burned beyond recognition, the stench of charred flesh crawling inside his nostrils, just like the town last week and the town that would most likely be tomorrow, he’d realized that he may be less of a Wulfenbach than he’d always assumed.
So, while his father’s empire started tearing itself to pieces, and Gil’s dreams were filled with Agatha and flames and kisses and utter ruin, he started to plan his father’s downfall.
Paris was the perfect place to start the new year.
Anyone would admit Gil was in the best place to watch the fireworks (there was nothing like the view from the Eiffel Tower) but he knew he was really in the best place in the world for anything at all: Agatha Heterodyne’s arms.
It was worth every second of the bureaucratic nonsense to have brought a band plus dinner and accompanying waitstaff a thousand feet above the streets of Paris.
The band was played, and Agatha and he waltzed around, fireworks bursting into bloom around them, reflecting light glowing in her golden hair.
Agatha was laughing, smiling, gazing at the pyrotechnics display like she was calculating amount of gunpowder used, the madgirl he’d only ever dreamed could exist and never though he’d really meet.
“Bonne année,” he said, and kissed her.
The perfect way to start a new life.
The first time was an accident.
It was one of the brief interludes when Agatha wasn’t ordering him about, and Gil took the opportunity to stand at her shoulder, peering around the line of her neck to try and figure out what she was doing.
Agatha was making something- even if couldn’t tell what the purpose was, he was spark enough to see the grace, the functionality of the clanks forming under her fingers.
He brushed her hair back, trying to get a better look, feeling her humming through his fingertips, and when she twisted suddenly, reaching for soldering iron, he inadvertently pressed his lips against the top of her neck, mashing his nose on her cheek.
She didn’t seem to notice.
Gil automatically stepped back, Agatha ordered him to fetch a metal file and seven-eighth screws. He did so, and forgot about how soft her skin had been.
Capture
The Baron locked her in a very tiny room with exceptionally thick walls back on Castle Wulfenbach.
Once she was alone, she slumped down on the bed, and tucked her knees within the circle of her shackled arms.
She couldn’t even enjoy being in her own head again. The fog of Lucrezia’s presence had lifted, and now her mind and memory were working perfectly, replaying Lars’ last words over and over and over again, in crystalline clarity.
She still had his blood on her coat.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she was just starting to sniff when the door opened.
Agatha’s head jerked up as Gilgamesh Wulfenbach entered.
He was carried a tray and the door locked behind him.
“I thought you might–” he started, placing the tray on a convenient table, and then ducked.
The bucket she’d thrown at him banged nicely against the wall, almost hit Gil on the rebound, and then rolled noisly across the floor.
Agatha charged toward him, and he didn’t back away. She stopped with her boots inches from his, informed him precisely what she thought he and his father were worth, wishing she’s listened to Zeetha and retained some of her more creative turns of phrase. She yelled until she stopped having anything remotely instructive to tell him, and was reduced to stuttering.
Gil just stared at her with pity in his eyes.
She really, really hated him.
“You son of a bitch,” she repeated and swung at him. He caught the chain linking her wrists together, used her momentum against her and spun her around, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her relatively immobile. The handcuffs made it very easy. She was just about to stomp down on his instep when he put his mouth next to her ear and said, “I’m sorry.”
Agatha sniffed heavily, and thought very hard how much she’d like to throw Gil off his damn father’s damn airship.
“He wasn’t ordinary,” she said instead, throat hot.
She felt Gil press his lips against her hair and starting pondering ways to break out of this room.
Ascendancy
“Well, ‘mistress–’”
“DAMN IT, GIL, IT’S BAD ENOUGH THAT THEY CALL ME THAT!” Agatha roared at him, and he was secretly at little glad he was kneeling in the middle of the delicate tangle of the time mirror’s parts, and she was unlikely to throw a spanner at him.
He looked up to retort, and then realized that she was looking more hurt than angry.
“I’m not my mother,” Agatha muttered to herself, looking down at the calibration unit.
“I know,” Gil said, and her head jerked up.
Agatha shrugged and then handed him the wrench he’d been just about to ask her for.
“Thanks, could you–”
“Yes,” she answered. Agatha opened the next console over and started digging through the tangle of wires inside.
He watched her for a minute, until she started humming that uncanny little tune she always did when she was working.
He smiled, and wished he could kiss her until the shadows left her eyes.
Nascent
Gilgamesh was a realist. He’d always know that his father wasn’t a good man, wasn’t a nice man. It was only recently that he’d began to think his father wasn’t even a fair man, and more recently still that he began to think his father might be evil.
His father being evil actually wasn’t all the distressing; what keep him up at night was the fact that he was starting to have a problem with it.
It was Agatha’s fault.
Well, it was nothing she’d done, really. She’s just been herself and a Heterodyne and suddenly, towns and cities that had been peacefully under the Baron’s rule started resisting.
His father had never appreciated rebellion.
The Baron Wulfenbach reacted as anyone who knew him or his reputation should have predicted: ruthlessly.
And sometime between coming back to his lab to find Lilith and Adam Clay utterly demolished, broken down to bone, blood so thick on the floor of his lab that it lay in pools, and worst of all, brains destroyed, and walking through a town made of ash, bodies everywhere and burned beyond recognition, the stench of charred flesh crawling inside his nostrils, just like the town last week and the town that would most likely be tomorrow, he’d realized that he may be less of a Wulfenbach than he’d always assumed.
So, while his father’s empire started tearing itself to pieces, and Gil’s dreams were filled with Agatha and flames and kisses and utter ruin, he started to plan his father’s downfall.
Scintillate
Paris was the perfect place to start the new year.
Anyone would admit Gil was in the best place to watch the fireworks (there was nothing like the view from the Eiffel Tower) but he knew he was really in the best place in the world for anything at all: Agatha Heterodyne’s arms.
It was worth every second of the bureaucratic nonsense to have brought a band plus dinner and accompanying waitstaff a thousand feet above the streets of Paris.
The band was played, and Agatha and he waltzed around, fireworks bursting into bloom around them, reflecting light glowing in her golden hair.
Agatha was laughing, smiling, gazing at the pyrotechnics display like she was calculating amount of gunpowder used, the madgirl he’d only ever dreamed could exist and never though he’d really meet.
“Bonne année,” he said, and kissed her.
The perfect way to start a new life.
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That made me laugh, and I can see it happening.
I don't think she'd be put in a very lovely room, though. Do you remember how Othar was restrained?
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Yeah, I tried to get the awkwardness in.
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Also, did the last one seem too sacharine? I wanted to end on an up note but I don't know if I over did it.
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It's Girl Genius fic! And Agatha/Gil! And it's awesome!
This fandom is far too small. I need to get around to posting my icon stash to help spread the madness.
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Yes, please, post icons and spread the madness! (I love icons.)
I can't tell you how overjoyed I am to have found someone else who likes Girl Genius and likes Agatha/Gil. Are there any other out there?
Oh, and I'm happy you liked the fic.
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We seem to be few and far between . . . but we're out there. Check out
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I'm so glad that there is a girl genius lj- I searched for one, and was so disapointed when I couldn't find on. Did you wind up posting those drabbles, because I would love to read them. On of the things I blew my mind about girl genius fandom is that it's so small (come on, adventure, mad science, romance! what more do you want?) and that so few people are writing fic about it, because they're just so many questions to answer.
I've been rereading everything that's posted online while writing this and the fic I'm currently working on, and I so wish that there was a huge GG fandom. I can't believe there's not even a section at the pit.
If you ever finish that essay for
Also, please friend away.
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I was referring to the drabbles that resulted in my attempts to search, but I have written The Rain in Spain (http://community.livejournal.com/mollyscribbles/6318.html), which doesn't have any Girl Genius characters but is the result of an odd bout of free association when I was considering the universe.
And then there's Agatha Heterodyne and the Excessively Hirsute Canine (http://community.livejournal.com/femgenficathon/36249.html), which I wrote for
As with much of GG fandom, Yahoo Groups seems to be where it's at -- GirlGeniusFanfic (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GirlGeniusFanfic/) isn't highly active, and most of the authors are working on histories of the world -- tales of the Heterodyne Boys and earlier. Slim pickings if you're looking for Agatha/Gil, but it's a place for Girl Genius fanfic.
I'm planning to get it done for 'Free Month' in February, as prior attempts at meeting Ship Manifesto deadlines have ended in failure. Fingers crossed!