no_takebacks | Author Challenge Round 5: New Release Blockbusters

Fandom is always changing! In the last few months, some familiar faces have been dipping their toes into writing for BSG. The following authors bring with them the energy, talent and boundless enthusiasm that keeps the Kara / Lee ship alive. If you HAVEN’T read fic by these authors, you should be now! They are changing the face of fandom as we speak!

Three cheers for the New Release Blockbuster category! (That is why they get my FAVORITE manip!)

Be the FIRST to read these AMAZING snippets of fic... and then guess, argue, and figure out who wrote WHAT.

Authors:
nazkey
mserrada
thrace_adama
kdbleu

Selection Q:

Starbuck considered for a moment trying to use the cot as a battering ram, but without a couple more people to add mass, it wouldn’t do much more then scratch the paint. With her back to the door, she grimly stared at the mess she’d made, and all for naught.

With a frustrated sigh, she conceded that there just wasn’t anything she could use as a weapon. Then her eyes fell again on the shredded fabric…and lingered. A slow smile stretched her lips and her jade eyes took on an stony glint as she sat down beside the tattered remnants and began to pull long strips of material free.

Casting occasional glances at the door, Kara got to work, focusing on her task and not the myriad of thoughts that wanted to swamp her. Such as where the frak was the Galactica…and was Sam ok? No, she wouldn’t let herself be distracted right now.

She started to hum and tunneled her vision to only her fingers.

Selection R:

Leland J. Adama was always the stand up, law-abiding, rule-following, poster child of the famous (and infamous) Commander Adama. It’s not that he didn’t want to let loose or that he was incapable of it. It was just something he ... didn’t do. He had a few years left in his military career and he was damned if he’d let that sonofabitch father of his ever ... EVER ... accuse him of not living up to the full Adama potential. So he never bent the rules, followed orders, kept his idealism in check and his thoughts (mostly) to himself. He was Leland J. Adama, he was Apollo and he was “perfect.” He was all of those things until the night he showed up for dinner with his brother and met the woman whose very existence defied every rule.

Kara Thrace liked her men easy. Not just in the sack, although that was a bonus, but with HER. She didn't like complications, didn't want anyone to try to reach into her soul and dig up things better left alone. It’s not that she didn’t have a softer side, the side that craved ... CRAVED ... tenderness and affection. But it wasn’t a side she shared with anyone, because really, what was the point? So she wore her cocky bravado like a second skin, strut around with her fierce (and fearless) attitude, didn’t take crap from anyone and chose to be with men who were easy and accepting of her persona. She was Kara Thrace, yes, but for all intents and purposes, she was Starbuck, gifted rebel viper jock and she was “God.” She was all of those things until the night she met Zak's older brother and his piercing blue eyes bore through and left a wreckage of all her carefully constructed walls.

The evening was a dragged out game of push and pull, of stolen glances, of faint blushes, of deep breaths trying to calm beating hearts, of talking about inconsequential things, of swapping stories and trying to one-up each others’ flight stats. The alcohol flowed and guards went down. Furtive glances turned to longing stares. Faint blushes turned to heat pooling in their guts. Accidental brushes of fingers lingered just a second too long. Sitting there at the table, with Zak passed out on the couch, their conversation at a dead stop because really, they had nothing else to say to each other, nothing that wasn’t dangerous and wrong, Kara reached for the only line of defense left to her. "You and I ... Right here. Right now.” And they were lost.

Selection S:

Watching from across the rec room as Kara grinned at something Helo said, Lee took a rare (okay, maybe not so rare, if he were honest with himself) moment to just look at and consider this woman whose role in his life he never could seem to define, especially now, at the end of the world. If he was Apollo, Lee secretly thought that she could only be his Artemis. Kara was his almost-sister, his best friend, his wingman. But deeper down, he could admit that she was also his Aphrodite. She was his everything. Starbuck was…she was beautiful and reckless and so damn cocky it made his teeth grind. She was loyal and brilliant and Lee didn’t think he’d have made it a week on Galactica without her. Of course, he could never tell her any of that; among one of the many reasons, he didn’t want to swell her head to even more massive proportions. So as she began striding over to him with hips swinging unconsciously and green eyes gleaming mischievously, Lee hid his anticipation and put on his game face, asking warily: “What’s up, Starbuck?”

Selection T:

Lee Adama’s glad to have an excuse to leave the party that’s roaming through the rec room and bunk rooms of the Galactica. Being the commander of the Pegasus has its advantages. He hasn’t run into Kara and Anders, yet. It’s bound to happen if he doesn’t get off this ship.

He makes his way to the flight deck. There’s a raptor waiting for him.

What he hasn’t planned is the woman pacing in front of the wing, below the open door. Kara Thrace runs a hand through her hair. It almost looks like she’s talking to herself.

“Thought you’d be relishing your status as queen of the rescue down there.” He greets her with an uncomfortable laugh.

“I needed to check something.” She stops in front of him. Her brow furrows. She begins to move again.

“I’m sure the deck crew is more than willing to check anything the conquering hero needs checked.”

“This isn’t something someone else can really check.”

“Oh. Conscientious then?”

“Something like that.” She’s openly cryptic. It’s off putting.

“Well, let me get out of your way then.” He says. Before he can call to his pilot, Kara’s spun towards him. Backing him into the raptor. He bumps against the bird.

She’s kissing him. Her hands are already in his hair. His lips open and his tongue darts to play with Kara’s. She’s smiling, laughing. Maybe at him. He pulls away.

“Hey.” It comes out harsher than he means. Her face twists in thought. Her eyes drop to the metal decking below their feet. She steps back, and he touches her arm to stop her.

“How’d your check go?” His hand still at her arm propels her back towards him.

“Found out what I needed.” She nods purposefully, bites her lip hard in deep thought. “Yeah. Yeah, it was good.”

“You look confused.” His tone is almost playful.

“Hmm?” Her eyes pop back to meet his. “I’m not confused.” She crosses her arms at her chest. Glaring.

He’s overstepped. Shouldn’t have said anything. He needs to holler at his pilot. There’s no one else in sight. He needs to get back to his ship. Let Kara go back to her party.

“I’m going to go.” Lee starts to move away from her. “I should go.”

Kara holds out her hand. She doesn’t even touch him, it stops him. He shifts back to her. Grabbing her up in his arms and kissing her full and open. He can feel her shaking ever so slightly against him.“Shh.

Good. Better. Very.” Her halting words pull him closer to her. Her head tips into his shoulder for a moment before she meets his eyes again.

“So this is…”

“Yeah, Lee. Yeah.”