I consider myself an intelligent woman, but combine big ships with naval hotties in camouflage and an unrequited love situation, and I am immediately obsessed.
It's a good thing the hey day of the Internet hadn't QUITE hit when I was in the deepest part of my Voyager obsession - between the fanfic and the fansites and the forums associated with this programme which I will not name, I am never going to leave the house again.
Tragic.
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Maybe you could name it just a little. I mean, if it would help ease your obsession.
*coughorifyouhaveficrecommendationscough*
Apologies if I'm being obtuse and the naval hotties + cammo + unrequited love should actually make it really easy to identify. :)
It's...um...Sea Patrol. Not only is it tragic, it's also Australian. I'm so ashamed...
But this is a very good fic indeed: http://natushka.livejournal.com/235124.html
Siiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhh.
Ah, see, for some reason I always think naval = Napoleonic, hence my confusion.
One thing that makes me feel better about my own life: People may describe me as tragic, but no one will ever be able to say I am Australian. :)
*goes to read*
It's one of life's other great tragedies that people confuse Australian and Saffa accents. Insulting. Don't know why. But it is.
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