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astrid farnsworth and the women love fest day two
For day two of my not-at-all-official participation in the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
womenlovefest--focusing on Fringe's fabulous FBI Agent Astrid Farnsworth--I thought it would be good to share a few of my favourite fics about Astrid. Funny, serious, or sad, all have great insight into Astrid's character.
1) Piece it Together
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danniisupernova
She knows that Olivia appreciates her more then most agents would. Olivia knows what backbone means and she knows that Astrid could pick an easier job, a better job. Or maybe she knows what the chain of command is like, especially for a woman.
2) The Wolf at the Door
byindiana_j
Astrid Farnsworth was actually an FBI agent, junior or no. Sometimes she thought people forgot that part (god only knew what Walter thought). She'd gone through the same training, the same field tests, as anyone else had. Just because she was a junior agent and current assistant/erstwhile babysitter to Walter didn't diminish that.
She had a badge, she had a weapon, she had the guts. She wouldn't have made it that far working with her current group if she had been lacking.
3) Everything in its Right Place
by littledust
“There is a sixty-eight percent chance that the perpetrator is located at the corner of Smith and West,” she says, enunciation crisp. The mathematics appear as green numerals on a black computer screen, but they exist in her mind as complex, crystalline structures, rather like snowflakes. Perfect, if perfection is a concept the human mind can ever grasp. (AltAstrid!)
4) The Art of Fugue
by BlackMamba
Astrid is a hero. The world may not know it, but she is.
Not everyone can say that. The average person doesn’t wake up each day with the power to change lives by pecking away at a keyboard or thrusting their hands into some gooey mass of bloody organic gunk that’s never been seen before. They don’t work with geniuses who ask for their opinion and actually listen when they give it.
5) Footnote
byprochytes
Astrid’s vision swims with asterisms (Walter would be so pleased); her knees buckle beneath her. Not... not long now. Her legs are kaput. You can’t fight without your footwork, Great-Uncle Farnsworth always said.
womenlovefest--focusing on Fringe's fabulous FBI Agent Astrid Farnsworth--I thought it would be good to share a few of my favourite fics about Astrid. Funny, serious, or sad, all have great insight into Astrid's character. 1) Piece it Together
by
danniisupernovaShe knows that Olivia appreciates her more then most agents would. Olivia knows what backbone means and she knows that Astrid could pick an easier job, a better job. Or maybe she knows what the chain of command is like, especially for a woman.
2) The Wolf at the Door
by
indiana_j Astrid Farnsworth was actually an FBI agent, junior or no. Sometimes she thought people forgot that part (god only knew what Walter thought). She'd gone through the same training, the same field tests, as anyone else had. Just because she was a junior agent and current assistant/erstwhile babysitter to Walter didn't diminish that.
She had a badge, she had a weapon, she had the guts. She wouldn't have made it that far working with her current group if she had been lacking.
3) Everything in its Right Place
by littledust
“There is a sixty-eight percent chance that the perpetrator is located at the corner of Smith and West,” she says, enunciation crisp. The mathematics appear as green numerals on a black computer screen, but they exist in her mind as complex, crystalline structures, rather like snowflakes. Perfect, if perfection is a concept the human mind can ever grasp. (AltAstrid!)
4) The Art of Fugue
by BlackMamba
Astrid is a hero. The world may not know it, but she is.
Not everyone can say that. The average person doesn’t wake up each day with the power to change lives by pecking away at a keyboard or thrusting their hands into some gooey mass of bloody organic gunk that’s never been seen before. They don’t work with geniuses who ask for their opinion and actually listen when they give it.
5) Footnote
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prochytesAstrid’s vision swims with asterisms (Walter would be so pleased); her knees buckle beneath her. Not... not long now. Her legs are kaput. You can’t fight without your footwork, Great-Uncle Farnsworth always said.