DPP: Drabble Weekend

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I want to thank everyone who turned out this week to show their pilot love! Special thanks to all of the brave people who unlurked, tried their hand at pilot fic and made this week's DPP a success.



For the weekend, I'm going to invite everyone to write a pilot drabble. 100 words, no more, no less. Here's a convenient cut and paste word counter.

I'm also going to ask for one word prompts, each in their own comment, please. Enjoy and happy writing!

Have a great weekend everyone!

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[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

freezing

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

“Godsdamned piece of frakking shit!” Kara pulled her blanket more tightly around her and kicked her locker half-heartedly. The environmental controls had failed, again.

Lee startled her when his curtain shifted. “Can you keep it down out there? I’m trying to freeze to death in peace.” He watched her shiver a moment before throwing the curtain open with a huff. “Get in. We should huddle up to keep warm.”

She laughed loudly, climbing in. “Always knew you were a cuddler, Apollo.”

“Huddle,” he clarified.

“Cuddle, huddle, frak. Whatever.” She was immediately warmer.

Lee smiled. “There are worse ways to die.”

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

emergency

[baciami2.livejournal.com]

"Frak!" Lee ran to handle Kara's latest emergency.

"Too slow, Apollo!

"Sorry. I rushed. Has it started?"

"Yeah, but I'll cut you some slack because of that cute ass. Gimme."

Lee grinned. "My cute ass or this?" He wiggled the latest Ben & Jerry's flavor "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon" as Fallon was introducing the Roots. "Tough choice, but I'll take the B&J's since you've already knocked me up."

Kara tore into the vanilla with salty caramal swirls and chocolate covered potato chips. "Mmmmm."

Lee snuggled next to Kara, his hand resting on her bump. "Share?"

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

replacement

[damao2010.livejournal.com]

“There’s no us, Lee. Do you get that? Nothing.”
Weeks later, so much had changed. New job, new ship, new challenges. New girlfriend. Yet, in his head, he kept hearing those words over and over again. Like an unsettling mantra.
It had gotten worse with that Anders guy around.
He didn’t know what to make of him except that Kara seemed intent on showing him just how fine she was dealing with the living after all. He had never expected to be replaced like that.
He had known those words weren’t really true.
Problem was they weren’t really false, either.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

spoon

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

redhead

The Redhead

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

The latest arrival to the human population of New Caprica slept in her mother’s arm. She was born red faced and with a shock of red fuzzy covering her head. She had her mother’s gold flecked eyes. She was to be called Lexie. It sounded less awkward with Anders than Alexandra. While everyone talked about the wild red hair, no one asked why Sam hadn’t come around to visit his wife and child yet. And that suited Kara Thrace just fine.

She kissed her baby girl’s forehead and whispered, “Love you, Alexandra Adama. You’ll meet your Daddy real soon. Promise.”

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

ring

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

waffles

Cravings

[gubeldood208.livejournal.com]

Kara smiles. “Waffles.”

She practically moans it, eyes lidded. It hits him like a punch.

“When they’re soft...”

He would suck syrup off her fingers.

“...warm...”

Press her against the counter. Track sticky kisses up her throat.

“Dripping butter and syrup... whipped cream-- Gods.”

Lick powdered sugar from her lips. Slip his tongue inside.

“What about you, Lee?”

Taste.

“Lee?”

He blinks, suddenly aware of the audience of pilots awaiting his answer; of the tasteless mush that prompted this topic dripping off his spoon; of Kara cocking an eyebrow. Grinning.

He clears his throat.

“Yeah. Waffles sound pretty good.”

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

smoldering

100 words is not enough! :)

[lizziec]

Lee climbed out of his Viper and stared in horror at the smouldering wreckage that had once been Kara's Viper.

It would be bad enough if the damage were a result of the hard landing, but Lee knew it had to be worse than that. She'd been hit by a raider. That she'd managed to land was a miracle in itself, but there was no way of knowing yet how badly injured she was or how short of oxygen she'd been when she landed.

After what seemed an age Lee released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. She was alive!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

chance

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Her eyes always found him, across the flight deck, the rec room, the ready room, an ingrained, superstitious habit, like touching the picture on the way out of briefings. He’d become her touchstone, a simple fact that scared her above all others. Someday, she’d look and he wouldn’t be there. What would keep her from flying apart at the seams, then?

He noticed her looking for him, as she always did. The panic in her eyes was a wake-up call. He crossed the rec room before her eyes left his and guided her toward the hatch.

He took his chance.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

medal

[lizziec]

Kind of inspired by kdbleu in response to this prompt.

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The Chief scratched his head almost reflexively as he walked around the intertwined Vipers on the flight deck. It was all very well to pull crazy manoeuvres in combat but when it came down to it they created extensive damage that'd need fixing when they landed. He deserved a damn medal for the unglamorous work he did down here but the glory went to the pilots.

He sighed enviously as they walked off towards sickbay to get checked out. Exchanging banter. Some might even call it flirting. He turned his thoughts back to the problem in hand. They were salvageable. Just.

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

hands

fluff

[lizziec]

She should be nervous. Everything she'd read, everyone she'd talked to told her that she should be nervous. She wasn't though. Nothing she had ever done before had felt so right as this.

When it had come down to it, when the question was finally asked after all the years of running, it had been the easiest decision she had ever had to make. It'd made her wonder what she thought she had been running from for all that time.

She took his hands in hers and grinned in her usual cocksure way. "I, Kara Thrace, take you, Leeland Joseph Adama..."

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

eyes

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

ambrosia

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

She watches him under the veil of her lashes, drinking alone in the rec room. She knows what he's thinking: I killed all those civilians. The wrinkle in his brow is back, etched there since that ship exploded. There's nothing she can say that will make it better. She's convinced herself that the humans were already dead. She tries not to think about what it means if they weren't.

Scraping her chair back, she stands and walks over. He looks up, surprised. She sits, the side of her leg pressing against his. At least he doesn't have to be alone.

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

CAG

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

dreamer

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Kara Thrace was a dreamer.

She dreamed of destiny.

She dreamed of pyramid championships.

She dreamed of stars that glittered between and beyond the planets.

She dreamed of laughter and life curled up on the couch with Zak.

She dreamed of rescuing Sam and giving him a normal life or as normal as it got on New Caprica.

She dreamed of killing Leoben, freeing herself every night in the dollhouse.

She dreamed of the mandala, red and yellow and blue.

She dreamed of Earth.

But she never dreamed of Lee Adama. She didn’t need to dream of her own soul.

[lizziec]

bath

Another Lurker Unlurking-- Bubble Bath

[kl-shipper1.livejournal.com]

"What's the first thing you're going to do when we find Earth?"

Kara thought about it for a second, then smiled and answered, "Take a bath. A nice, warm, long bath. With bubbles. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Lee arched an eyebrow. "Bubbles? Never thought Starbuck would take bubble baths."

"Well, Apollo, when's the last time you took a bubble bath?" Lee considered the question for a second, then shook his head. "Exactly. Can't you remember how amazing a bath used to feel?"

"But, bubbles, Kara?"

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Lee. Bubble baths are only one of them."

[lizziec]

crumble

Blueberries

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Carolanne Adama wasn’t much of a cook, but she always made blueberry crumble for her sons on Colonial Day. It was simple and homey. Nothing like the gala celebration that first Colonial Day after the Fall.

Lee Adama shifted his weight and smoothed his dress tunic. His head was rushing with nerves, drinks and the softness of Kara’s skin. Wrinkling his nose, he swore he could smell blueberries, sweet and hot from the oven. He relaxed, suddenly smiling to his reflection in the mirror. He needed to get back to the dance to find Kara, tell her about blueberry crumble.

[lizziec]

cable

[lizziec]

step

[lizziec]

pursuit

[gubeldood208.livejournal.com]

faint

Intertwined

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

The faint haze of smoke lingers in the air. Kara stands next their vipers still intertwined. The Chief swears they’re salvageable, but she doesn’t know how. She runs a hand along the tapered body until she reaches her stenciled name. Saving Lee makes Starbuck worth hanging on to. Makes it less insane that she lives while so many never make it to the second battle of the war. She closes her eyes and thanks the gods for her Apollo.

Back in the shadows, Lee thinks he should tell her he’s glad he didn’t die out there. He doesn’t. He watches.

[gubeldood208.livejournal.com]

need

Never (R)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

She should have never kissed him, let his fingers pull at her skin, press himself hard up against her. He'd tasted like ambrosia, tongue hot, wet exploring her mouth, lips and teeth on her neck. She should have never let herself feel a rush of desire that was more than just two bodies.

Now she's arching in her rack, mouth clamped closed, breathing fast, thinking of what it could have been. The arousal doesn't stop, even if her slap made it end. Her fingers do the job, quick, efficient, not exactly what she needs. Her mind goes blank. It's safe.

[gubeldood208.livejournal.com]

wing

[lizziec]

It felt all wrong out here. Like he'd lost a piece of himself. With Kara on his wing he'd always felt like they were two parts of the same bird. He barely had to say anything to her.

She just knew.

He was certain now he'd made the right decision to hand over his wings, even if it were originally for the wrong reasons. Flying no longer held any joy. Not now.

Not without her.

He chased the unknown dradis contact by himself, at least now not worrying about flying with an unfamiliar pilot.

Then he saw her. Relief washed through him.

He was complete again.

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

butterflies

[damao2010.livejournal.com]

Kara was having a hard time understanding her own reactions. She was so nervous she had butterflies in her stomach. And it was pissing the hell out of her.

“Get a grip, Kara. Just talk to him. How hard can it be? You’ve done it thousands of times…”

“But this is it. Our shot at what passes for a bright, shiny future these days.”
They had found Second Earth. Her destiny had been fulfilled. All her ties with the past, including Sam, had been severed. THIS was her second chance.

“Go for it!”

She inhaled deeply and called out.

“Lee,…”

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

fumes

Thinking is Overrated

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Later, she blames it on the fumes, sharp and tangy in her throat, making her unexpectedly dizzy. She says he initiated, poking a playful finger at his chest. He laughs and never lets her off the hook. She'd come to him, eyes slightly glazed, but determined, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. He'd been caught unawares, mind focused on a hundred other things. He'd kissed her back without thinking, desire instantly racing through him, and by the time thoughts of caution and fear entered his mind, it was already too late.

Thinking is not the only thing he's good at.