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Wheel of fortune prizes!
Ok, sorry they're so late you guys, I hope that you all like them. I was in a kind of melancholy pilots mood today apparently, so I'm sorry about that.
Congratulations to all of our winners from yesterday's game of Wheel of Fortune. Here are your prizes.
Round one winner![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kl_shipper1 gets 500 words
“Ouch!”
Lying underneath his viper, wrench in hand, Lee is getting slightly sick of listening to Kara's continual commentary on the status of her own repairs.
“Godsdamnit!”
He hears the clang of something metal being thrown to the ground and turns his head sideways along the floor to look at her. All he sees are legs and boots and tightly clenched fists. He ignores it and goes back to his work.
A few minutes pass, the sounds of Kara working on her viper return, her pliers snipping and poking, her wrench scraping along the nuts and bolts. Lee focuses on his engine.
“Motherfrakker!” Kara yells after maybe five minutes of just shutting up and doing her work, and this time he drops his hands to his sides, pushes his palms flat along the floor and slides himself out from beneath his bird.
“What?” He calls to her, sitting up and leaning on his knees. The chief hands him a mug of water and he takes a big gulp, splashes some on his face. His hands come away grimy and gray, he wipes them on the thighs of his jumpsuit.
Kara ignores him, he can make out her face, her lips screwed up to one side, muttering to herself. She's pissed off, she's been pissed off a lot lately. Since Kobol. Since Caprica.
“Kara, what?”
“Stupid wiring's all backwards, Lords know who was working on this thing while I was away but whoever it was frakked it up royally.”
She yanks hard on a cluster of wires and manages somehow to elbow herself in the stomach, at which point she appears to give up. She slides out from underneath and sits up, a perfect mirror of him across the room.
She wipes her hands on each other, which he doesn't really get, and picks absently at her thumbnail. Lee pulls himself to his feet and walks over to her, sits down beside her and passes over the water. She takes it silently and drinks. They sit there and don't talk.
Lee breathes out, slow, controlled, trying to resist the urge to tell her that if she hadn't abandoned the fleet in the first place, no one else would have had to work on her bird. But he's too tired these days to still be angry with her, and in the end, when all's said and done, he supposes he abandoned them too.
But she's been bitching about every little thing for weeks now, and he's starting to get sick of it.
“I'm sure it's not that bad.” She snorts and he rolls his eyes. He's getting pretty bored of the way she treats everything he says like it's complete crap. “You know Kara, you're not the only one around here who knows how to fix a viper.”
She laughs a little and takes a swig from her water. His water. He sticks his hand out and takes it back. Kara laughs a little more.
“Just, do the work, ok?” He gets up and goes back to his own bird, picking up his tools again and sliding himself back under. “Quietly.” He adds as an afterthought, cringing immediately because he's kind of a jackass sometimes.
They've been wrong, all wrong since she came back, since before she left, really. He's sick of feeling like this, and every time he tries to put things right he ends up just putting his foot in his mouth and driving the wedge further between them. So for now, at least, because you should always try to follow your own advice, he's just gonna shut up and do his work.
Round two winnerword_vomity also gets 500 words
“I don't like her, you know.” Kara pours herself a drink, gulps it down, pours herself another one. She's been making herself pretty comfortable in his quarters these days, or at least making herself pretty comfortable with his supply of booze.
“I know.” Lee replies, goes back to his paperwork.
“I mean,” She fills her glass and turns to face him, throwing her arm out into the space around her, ambrosia sloshing all over the floor, “who even is she?”
Lee sighs, his head hurts, he's tired, he's in charge and he's not sure yet whether he ought to be. And having Kara in his quarters getting steadily wasted and moaning about whatever it is that Kendra Shaw has done to piss her off today is not helping with any of that.
“She's one of Cain's people, Kara, she's part of Cain's legacy, and her presence is helping to smooth over the transition of the Pegasus into my command. So stop bitching about it, ok, I'm sick of hearing it.”
When he looks up from his papers Kara is staring at him like he shocked the hell out of her, and maybe like he impressed her a little bit. It pisses him off that he feels as happy about that as he does.
She cracks a smile and lets out a laugh, and he finds himself laughing too.
“Well gods, Lee, you could have just asked me to be quiet.” She pours him a drink and practically drops it into his hand as she flops down onto his couch next to him.
“Like you'd have listened.” He takes a sip, feels that sting that can only be associated with the Chief's finest brew as it hits the back of his throat, and falls back against the cushions, his head inches from hers.
“You never know, maybe I would have surprised you.”
“I'm sure you would have,” he turns to face her, she mirrors him so they're looking each other straight in the eye. “Just not by listening to me.”
He's always wondered if that nose scrunching thing that she does is conscious, or if it's just a habit left over from some time when she was happier, that she never quite kicked. She sticks out her tongue and it's so unexpected that he just bursts into laughter, loud cackles that hurt his stomach, Kara's own quiet giggles falling into harmony.
He feels lighter than he has in ages, just sitting here with her acting like idiots. He misses home, Galactica, more than he'd like to admit. Misses his dad, and Dee, and Gaeta's whistling in CIC. Kara's pretty much the only thing he has left of that over here, and she annoys the crap out of him, sure, but right now he's pretty content to just sit here and drink with her, and try to avoid thinking about all the things that they miss.
Round three winnertaragel gets 1000 words
The bunk room is quietest between dinner and late-night shift change. Most of the pilots tend to hang out in the mess or the rec room, playing triad or drinking or doing whatever else they can to distract themselves from the fact that this is just their lives now.
After Kara's toast, after Kat's gloating and the silence and the glorious dead, she disappears and he's worried. He's never seen her like this, not really. Starbuck has a reputation, that's for sure. She drinks too much and smokes too much and enjoys the sound of her own voice too much.
But this is different. She's different lately. Since she came back from Caprica she's been distant, faded, like he's looking at her through a muslin sheet. And last night's...whatever-it-was, wasn't really like her either.
They've always walked a line, thin as razor-wire, always known exactly where to stop. Well, except for that first night, but they were young and drunk and Zak had already declared him a girlfriend stealer and he'd felt like it somehow gave him an excuse.
But they knew now, what the boundaries were, where the lines were drawn. Only last night Kara hadn't seemed to care. She had kissed him, just leaned right over and kissed him, tasting like ambrosia and salt and that weird plastic smell that you get from spending all day in a flight suit.
Even now, knowing how it had ended, he can feel his stomach jolt from the touch of her lips to his, can feel the way his toes clenched and then stretched, can feel the sharp ache in his lungs from the way he breathed in too quickly, too much.
He had thought that maybe, maybe it was their moment, their time. Maybe everything that had gone before, Zak and his dad and Baltar and Cain and whatever all else had been screwing them up from the second that they met, he had thought that maybe it was just done with, that their moment had come, and that they should seize it.
And because she was there and she was Kara and she was kissing him, and because he has never been able to say no to her, he had kissed her back. Had taken her by the hand and pulled her along the corridors to the senior officers' quarters and pushed her up against the hatch even as he was spinning the wheel to close it.
He had tasted her, touched her, felt her moans vibrate in his mouth. He had felt his heart beat rapidly, violently against his ribs, had felt the elation of knowing what he wants and taking it and having it. And then had opened his eyes and met hers and realised that this, none of this, not even a little bit of it, was about him.
He doesn't know exactly what it was about. He's not entirely convinced that it was about Anders, he knows Kara a little better than that, he thinks. But he's sure that whatever it was, it's not over. In fact, the events of the day may have served only to make it worse.
The bunk room is quietest between dinner and late-night shift change. Kara has disappeared from the rec room, and he knows he'll find her there.
She's kneeling on the floor in front of her rack, her idols laid out in front of her, tears trailing slowly down her cheeks.
“Hey.” He kneels down beside her on the floor, she looks at him askance.
“I um,” Her voice is quiet, hesitant, she closes her eyes. “I haven't prayed in a while.”
He nods, doesn't say anything, her eyes are still closed. Her palms are flat on the oil-cloth spread out on her rack, her fingernails are bitten to the quick, her knuckles scraped and slightly swollen. Reaching out a tentative hand, Lee runs his fingers along the ridges of them, tracing the damage she has done to herself, wishing he could heal her wounds, inside and out.
“Maybe you could teach me how?” Kara's eyes snap to his, wide and fearful, like maybe she thinks he's making fun of her. He's not.
They've lost so many people, so many friends, and he doesn't know if they're out there somewhere, looking down on them, or if they're simply dead, bodies floating out in space, with flags and uniforms and pictures of home to keep them company in the vast nothing. But he's been thinking a lot lately, and he's come to the conclusion that maybe he should be a little bit more open to other ideas.
He nods at Kara, still looking at him like he's lost his mind, and grasps her hand with his. Her strong fingers squeeze around his and Lee breathes out.
Beside him, Kara squares her shoulders, pulls in a long breath.
“Lords of Kobol, hear our prayers.” Her words are shaky, uncertain, and he squeezes her fingers a little tighter. Her eyes fall closed and he watches her as she struggles to find her composure, watches the rise of her chest and the bob in her throat, watches the crinkle in her brow smooth and her lips purse. “Take the souls of all your sons and daughters who once served upon this ship into your hands. Watch over them in death as you protected them in life, keep them safe, and let them rejoice in the gift of your eternal love.”
Kara's eyes are still closed, Lee wishes he had closed his. This moment feels too big somehow, bigger than him just sitting there watching her, and he feels like maybe he's not giving it the respect it deserves.
He clears his throat awkwardly, and Kara cracks her eyes open. He feels like a prize idiot, but he needs to say something.
“Um. So Say We All?”
The way her face lights up in a truly brilliant Starbuck smile, is worth any amount of embarrassment.
Round four winnerninjamonkey73 gets 500 words
When he lands on New Caprica in the morning, the first time he's been back since the ground-breaking, the first thing he sees is the Pyramid court, and he wants to hit something. Hard. Of course that's the first thing Sam and Kara would build once they picked a place to set up shack. Sam and Kara. Kara and Sam. He rolls the words around his mouth, tastes the bile on his tongue.
He sees her face as it pokes out through the flaps of the tent opening, eyes squinting against what passes for sunlight down here. She sees him and freezes, scowls. Guess she's as happy to see him as he is to see her.
For a planet that enjoys very little actual sunlight, the midday heat is almost unbearable. He's helping unload supplies from the transport he accompanied down here this morning and gods, even his hair is sweating.
He stands up straight and tries to stretch out his back, feels the crack of his vertebrae shifting in the exact way that he wanted them to. He smiles in satisfaction, opens his eyes and catches her eyes, dark and bottomless and watching him.
He stops smiling. For the rest of the day he doesn't look at anything but the boxes in his hands and the dusty earth on which he had once lain, blissful and blind and loving her.
He's kissing her again, he shouldn't be. If he thinks of the times he's kissed her (five separate incidents, he won't count the individual kisses) he can't recall a time when he should have been. He concludes that he's just not supposed to kiss her. But he's doing it anyway.
He's pressing her into the mattress of the bed she shares with her husband, and he should feel worse about that, but mostly he's wondering how she manages to sleep on this thing, and why she chose this pit of a planet over the Galactica, chose Sam over him. He's thinking about the curl of her tongue around his, the way the ball of her foot is pressing into his calf. He's thinking about the heat between her thighs and how he knows what that strip of skin stretched across her hip tastes like.
He's thinking about all of that and he somehow can seem to find it in him to care about whether or not this would hurt Sammy's feelings.
He's climbing into his Raptor, on his way back up to the Pegasus, back to Dee. Kara's standing out there somewhere, Sam's arm around her shoulders. Sam and Kara, Kara and Sam. The happy couple, Lee laughs, bitter and to himself, though Racetrack can probably hear him from the front seat.
He sits back and closes his eyes, pictures Kara as she was last night, his, his own, his only. He licks his lips, tastes her on them. He hopes Sam can taste him on hers.
Round five winnerword_vomity gets a drabble
His first day as president is pretty weird, actually. No one, including him, really believes that she's not coming back, so they're all sort of biding their time, playing at government until mommy comes home.
It gets a bit weirder when he pulls himself through the hatch to his father's quarters and sees Starbuck slumped on what is now his couch, a glass of ambrosia in her hand.
He cocks an eyebrow at her and she smiles, a little sloppy, she's a little bit drunk. She reaches her hand out to him and he realises there is a glass held in it. She was waiting for him.
He slumps down next to her and they raise a silent toast. Maybe tomorrow will be less weird.
Round seven winnerword_vomity gets a drabble
The first time he sees her again, she's holding a little girl in her arms and smiling. That is not how Lee thought it would be.
He's not sure what he thought really, it wasn't that.
There's not a mark on her, not even a scratch, and he wonders what the hell she's been doing down there all this time that she's managed to come out of it so wholly unscathed. He's actually kind of irritated by how normal she looks.
But then there's a woman who Lee assumes is the girl's mother, and Kara's flawless face threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that feels almost like satisfaction.
He turns away, not sure of how long he can stand to look at her.
Round eight winnersci_fi_shipper gets a gif
Round nine winnersammy567 also gets a gif
Round ten winnersammy567 gets a drabble
Sickbay sucks. It really sucks. It's eighty percent really godsawful boring, and then twenty percent a little bit horrifying.
She's been stuck down here for five days when Doral's little suicide mission sends the ship into turmoil. The smell of burning flesh and melted plastic would be enough to make her sick, if the combination of pain and meds that are supposed to stop the pain hadn't already.
Lee looks pretty horrified himself, wandering around with a clip-board trying to keep it together.
Their eyes meet across the room full of stretchers of charred bodies and wailing patients, she stops nibbling on her thumbnail long enough to attempt a smile. It fails quite miserably, but he returns the attempt, just as miserably, and somehow the fact that they both feel the same makes everything just a little less awful.
Sickbay still sucks though.
sci_fi_shipper I am sorry, I owe you a prize for round seven, ten icons worth of prize, I didn't manage to get it done today. You will have it tomorrow!
Congratulations to all of our winners from yesterday's game of Wheel of Fortune. Here are your prizes.
Round one winner
kl_shipper1 gets 500 words“Ouch!”
Lying underneath his viper, wrench in hand, Lee is getting slightly sick of listening to Kara's continual commentary on the status of her own repairs.
“Godsdamnit!”
He hears the clang of something metal being thrown to the ground and turns his head sideways along the floor to look at her. All he sees are legs and boots and tightly clenched fists. He ignores it and goes back to his work.
A few minutes pass, the sounds of Kara working on her viper return, her pliers snipping and poking, her wrench scraping along the nuts and bolts. Lee focuses on his engine.
“Motherfrakker!” Kara yells after maybe five minutes of just shutting up and doing her work, and this time he drops his hands to his sides, pushes his palms flat along the floor and slides himself out from beneath his bird.
“What?” He calls to her, sitting up and leaning on his knees. The chief hands him a mug of water and he takes a big gulp, splashes some on his face. His hands come away grimy and gray, he wipes them on the thighs of his jumpsuit.
Kara ignores him, he can make out her face, her lips screwed up to one side, muttering to herself. She's pissed off, she's been pissed off a lot lately. Since Kobol. Since Caprica.
“Kara, what?”
“Stupid wiring's all backwards, Lords know who was working on this thing while I was away but whoever it was frakked it up royally.”
She yanks hard on a cluster of wires and manages somehow to elbow herself in the stomach, at which point she appears to give up. She slides out from underneath and sits up, a perfect mirror of him across the room.
She wipes her hands on each other, which he doesn't really get, and picks absently at her thumbnail. Lee pulls himself to his feet and walks over to her, sits down beside her and passes over the water. She takes it silently and drinks. They sit there and don't talk.
Lee breathes out, slow, controlled, trying to resist the urge to tell her that if she hadn't abandoned the fleet in the first place, no one else would have had to work on her bird. But he's too tired these days to still be angry with her, and in the end, when all's said and done, he supposes he abandoned them too.
But she's been bitching about every little thing for weeks now, and he's starting to get sick of it.
“I'm sure it's not that bad.” She snorts and he rolls his eyes. He's getting pretty bored of the way she treats everything he says like it's complete crap. “You know Kara, you're not the only one around here who knows how to fix a viper.”
She laughs a little and takes a swig from her water. His water. He sticks his hand out and takes it back. Kara laughs a little more.
“Just, do the work, ok?” He gets up and goes back to his own bird, picking up his tools again and sliding himself back under. “Quietly.” He adds as an afterthought, cringing immediately because he's kind of a jackass sometimes.
They've been wrong, all wrong since she came back, since before she left, really. He's sick of feeling like this, and every time he tries to put things right he ends up just putting his foot in his mouth and driving the wedge further between them. So for now, at least, because you should always try to follow your own advice, he's just gonna shut up and do his work.
Round two winner
word_vomity also gets 500 words“I don't like her, you know.” Kara pours herself a drink, gulps it down, pours herself another one. She's been making herself pretty comfortable in his quarters these days, or at least making herself pretty comfortable with his supply of booze.
“I know.” Lee replies, goes back to his paperwork.
“I mean,” She fills her glass and turns to face him, throwing her arm out into the space around her, ambrosia sloshing all over the floor, “who even is she?”
Lee sighs, his head hurts, he's tired, he's in charge and he's not sure yet whether he ought to be. And having Kara in his quarters getting steadily wasted and moaning about whatever it is that Kendra Shaw has done to piss her off today is not helping with any of that.
“She's one of Cain's people, Kara, she's part of Cain's legacy, and her presence is helping to smooth over the transition of the Pegasus into my command. So stop bitching about it, ok, I'm sick of hearing it.”
When he looks up from his papers Kara is staring at him like he shocked the hell out of her, and maybe like he impressed her a little bit. It pisses him off that he feels as happy about that as he does.
She cracks a smile and lets out a laugh, and he finds himself laughing too.
“Well gods, Lee, you could have just asked me to be quiet.” She pours him a drink and practically drops it into his hand as she flops down onto his couch next to him.
“Like you'd have listened.” He takes a sip, feels that sting that can only be associated with the Chief's finest brew as it hits the back of his throat, and falls back against the cushions, his head inches from hers.
“You never know, maybe I would have surprised you.”
“I'm sure you would have,” he turns to face her, she mirrors him so they're looking each other straight in the eye. “Just not by listening to me.”
He's always wondered if that nose scrunching thing that she does is conscious, or if it's just a habit left over from some time when she was happier, that she never quite kicked. She sticks out her tongue and it's so unexpected that he just bursts into laughter, loud cackles that hurt his stomach, Kara's own quiet giggles falling into harmony.
He feels lighter than he has in ages, just sitting here with her acting like idiots. He misses home, Galactica, more than he'd like to admit. Misses his dad, and Dee, and Gaeta's whistling in CIC. Kara's pretty much the only thing he has left of that over here, and she annoys the crap out of him, sure, but right now he's pretty content to just sit here and drink with her, and try to avoid thinking about all the things that they miss.
Round three winner
taragel gets 1000 wordsThe bunk room is quietest between dinner and late-night shift change. Most of the pilots tend to hang out in the mess or the rec room, playing triad or drinking or doing whatever else they can to distract themselves from the fact that this is just their lives now.
After Kara's toast, after Kat's gloating and the silence and the glorious dead, she disappears and he's worried. He's never seen her like this, not really. Starbuck has a reputation, that's for sure. She drinks too much and smokes too much and enjoys the sound of her own voice too much.
But this is different. She's different lately. Since she came back from Caprica she's been distant, faded, like he's looking at her through a muslin sheet. And last night's...whatever-it-was, wasn't really like her either.
They've always walked a line, thin as razor-wire, always known exactly where to stop. Well, except for that first night, but they were young and drunk and Zak had already declared him a girlfriend stealer and he'd felt like it somehow gave him an excuse.
But they knew now, what the boundaries were, where the lines were drawn. Only last night Kara hadn't seemed to care. She had kissed him, just leaned right over and kissed him, tasting like ambrosia and salt and that weird plastic smell that you get from spending all day in a flight suit.
Even now, knowing how it had ended, he can feel his stomach jolt from the touch of her lips to his, can feel the way his toes clenched and then stretched, can feel the sharp ache in his lungs from the way he breathed in too quickly, too much.
He had thought that maybe, maybe it was their moment, their time. Maybe everything that had gone before, Zak and his dad and Baltar and Cain and whatever all else had been screwing them up from the second that they met, he had thought that maybe it was just done with, that their moment had come, and that they should seize it.
And because she was there and she was Kara and she was kissing him, and because he has never been able to say no to her, he had kissed her back. Had taken her by the hand and pulled her along the corridors to the senior officers' quarters and pushed her up against the hatch even as he was spinning the wheel to close it.
He had tasted her, touched her, felt her moans vibrate in his mouth. He had felt his heart beat rapidly, violently against his ribs, had felt the elation of knowing what he wants and taking it and having it. And then had opened his eyes and met hers and realised that this, none of this, not even a little bit of it, was about him.
He doesn't know exactly what it was about. He's not entirely convinced that it was about Anders, he knows Kara a little better than that, he thinks. But he's sure that whatever it was, it's not over. In fact, the events of the day may have served only to make it worse.
The bunk room is quietest between dinner and late-night shift change. Kara has disappeared from the rec room, and he knows he'll find her there.
She's kneeling on the floor in front of her rack, her idols laid out in front of her, tears trailing slowly down her cheeks.
“Hey.” He kneels down beside her on the floor, she looks at him askance.
“I um,” Her voice is quiet, hesitant, she closes her eyes. “I haven't prayed in a while.”
He nods, doesn't say anything, her eyes are still closed. Her palms are flat on the oil-cloth spread out on her rack, her fingernails are bitten to the quick, her knuckles scraped and slightly swollen. Reaching out a tentative hand, Lee runs his fingers along the ridges of them, tracing the damage she has done to herself, wishing he could heal her wounds, inside and out.
“Maybe you could teach me how?” Kara's eyes snap to his, wide and fearful, like maybe she thinks he's making fun of her. He's not.
They've lost so many people, so many friends, and he doesn't know if they're out there somewhere, looking down on them, or if they're simply dead, bodies floating out in space, with flags and uniforms and pictures of home to keep them company in the vast nothing. But he's been thinking a lot lately, and he's come to the conclusion that maybe he should be a little bit more open to other ideas.
He nods at Kara, still looking at him like he's lost his mind, and grasps her hand with his. Her strong fingers squeeze around his and Lee breathes out.
Beside him, Kara squares her shoulders, pulls in a long breath.
“Lords of Kobol, hear our prayers.” Her words are shaky, uncertain, and he squeezes her fingers a little tighter. Her eyes fall closed and he watches her as she struggles to find her composure, watches the rise of her chest and the bob in her throat, watches the crinkle in her brow smooth and her lips purse. “Take the souls of all your sons and daughters who once served upon this ship into your hands. Watch over them in death as you protected them in life, keep them safe, and let them rejoice in the gift of your eternal love.”
Kara's eyes are still closed, Lee wishes he had closed his. This moment feels too big somehow, bigger than him just sitting there watching her, and he feels like maybe he's not giving it the respect it deserves.
He clears his throat awkwardly, and Kara cracks her eyes open. He feels like a prize idiot, but he needs to say something.
“Um. So Say We All?”
The way her face lights up in a truly brilliant Starbuck smile, is worth any amount of embarrassment.
Round four winner
ninjamonkey73 gets 500 wordsWhen he lands on New Caprica in the morning, the first time he's been back since the ground-breaking, the first thing he sees is the Pyramid court, and he wants to hit something. Hard. Of course that's the first thing Sam and Kara would build once they picked a place to set up shack. Sam and Kara. Kara and Sam. He rolls the words around his mouth, tastes the bile on his tongue.
He sees her face as it pokes out through the flaps of the tent opening, eyes squinting against what passes for sunlight down here. She sees him and freezes, scowls. Guess she's as happy to see him as he is to see her.
For a planet that enjoys very little actual sunlight, the midday heat is almost unbearable. He's helping unload supplies from the transport he accompanied down here this morning and gods, even his hair is sweating.
He stands up straight and tries to stretch out his back, feels the crack of his vertebrae shifting in the exact way that he wanted them to. He smiles in satisfaction, opens his eyes and catches her eyes, dark and bottomless and watching him.
He stops smiling. For the rest of the day he doesn't look at anything but the boxes in his hands and the dusty earth on which he had once lain, blissful and blind and loving her.
He's kissing her again, he shouldn't be. If he thinks of the times he's kissed her (five separate incidents, he won't count the individual kisses) he can't recall a time when he should have been. He concludes that he's just not supposed to kiss her. But he's doing it anyway.
He's pressing her into the mattress of the bed she shares with her husband, and he should feel worse about that, but mostly he's wondering how she manages to sleep on this thing, and why she chose this pit of a planet over the Galactica, chose Sam over him. He's thinking about the curl of her tongue around his, the way the ball of her foot is pressing into his calf. He's thinking about the heat between her thighs and how he knows what that strip of skin stretched across her hip tastes like.
He's thinking about all of that and he somehow can seem to find it in him to care about whether or not this would hurt Sammy's feelings.
He's climbing into his Raptor, on his way back up to the Pegasus, back to Dee. Kara's standing out there somewhere, Sam's arm around her shoulders. Sam and Kara, Kara and Sam. The happy couple, Lee laughs, bitter and to himself, though Racetrack can probably hear him from the front seat.
He sits back and closes his eyes, pictures Kara as she was last night, his, his own, his only. He licks his lips, tastes her on them. He hopes Sam can taste him on hers.
Round five winner
word_vomity gets a drabbleHis first day as president is pretty weird, actually. No one, including him, really believes that she's not coming back, so they're all sort of biding their time, playing at government until mommy comes home.
It gets a bit weirder when he pulls himself through the hatch to his father's quarters and sees Starbuck slumped on what is now his couch, a glass of ambrosia in her hand.
He cocks an eyebrow at her and she smiles, a little sloppy, she's a little bit drunk. She reaches her hand out to him and he realises there is a glass held in it. She was waiting for him.
He slumps down next to her and they raise a silent toast. Maybe tomorrow will be less weird.
Round seven winner
word_vomity gets a drabbleThe first time he sees her again, she's holding a little girl in her arms and smiling. That is not how Lee thought it would be.
He's not sure what he thought really, it wasn't that.
There's not a mark on her, not even a scratch, and he wonders what the hell she's been doing down there all this time that she's managed to come out of it so wholly unscathed. He's actually kind of irritated by how normal she looks.
But then there's a woman who Lee assumes is the girl's mother, and Kara's flawless face threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that feels almost like satisfaction.
He turns away, not sure of how long he can stand to look at her.
Round eight winner
sci_fi_shipper gets a gifRound nine winner
sammy567 also gets a gifRound ten winner
sammy567 gets a drabbleSickbay sucks. It really sucks. It's eighty percent really godsawful boring, and then twenty percent a little bit horrifying.
She's been stuck down here for five days when Doral's little suicide mission sends the ship into turmoil. The smell of burning flesh and melted plastic would be enough to make her sick, if the combination of pain and meds that are supposed to stop the pain hadn't already.
Lee looks pretty horrified himself, wandering around with a clip-board trying to keep it together.
Their eyes meet across the room full of stretchers of charred bodies and wailing patients, she stops nibbling on her thumbnail long enough to attempt a smile. It fails quite miserably, but he returns the attempt, just as miserably, and somehow the fact that they both feel the same makes everything just a little less awful.
Sickbay still sucks though.
sci_fi_shipper I am sorry, I owe you a prize for round seven, ten icons worth of prize, I didn't manage to get it done today. You will have it tomorrow!
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I always feel extra bad for Lee in that scene because he has to deal with wanting her, knowing that she's not really even thinking about him, being her friend, having her bitch at him, and being a little bit drunk as well. It's a lot for little Leland.
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