Match Game Drabbles

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Today, a writing challenge!

But first, this wonderful graphic from Tumblr. Credit goes to: onebluesky (URL).



MATCH GAME INSTRUCTIONS:
Choose an episode from Column 1.
Choose a common item from Column 2.
Write a 100-word drabble (no more no less) that takes place during the chosen episode and features the common item. (Do it randomly for more of a challenge!)

Here is a convenient word counter.

Please give your drabble a rating if it's R or NC-17 (M). :)



(Thanks to kdbleu for her assistance in coming up with this. Thanks to my tweeps for their item suggestions!) :D

Comments

Six of One / Blanket

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Torn, Lee squeezed down on his desire to march right back in there and kiss her again. To press her against him and feel the length of her body as it fitted perfectly against his. They each had their own paths; he knew that now as well as she. But knowing it did not make the agony of their parting any easier to deal with.

That night he lay in a new bed, covered by the blanket he’d taken from his old bunk. The one he’d stolen from hers the night she died. It still smelled faintly of her skin.

Re: Six of One / Blanket

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

*cries*

Beautifuul and achey.

Re: Six of One / Blanket

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

I love the idea of Lee taking something of Kara's after she dies and holding onto it. Lovely. :)

Re: Six of One / Blanket

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

I love this. You really captured the pain of their reunion and separation so well.

Re: Six of One / Blanket

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

*cries*

Lovely and sad!

33 / Bottle

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

Kara's half in her bunk, face drawn and pale, her eyes a stark contrast--ringed by darkness like bruises. Lee had rushed to the head when they landed, washing off the layer of grime that had been accumulating for days. He felt refreshed.

She's staring blankly at the bottle of Picon whiskey resting on her knee.

"You thinking of drinking that?" he pokes. She snaps out of her daze.

"No. I'm saving it. For when this is over."

He raises an eyebrow, pulling on his pants.

"This might be the last bottle in the universe, Lee. It deserves some respect."

Re: 33 / Bottle

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

hee. Makes me wonder when she'll break down and drink her precious whiskey. ;) Nice work.

Re: 33 / Bottle

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Nice! I like fics that show what happens in the 33 minutes before the next attack.

Re: 33 / Bottle

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Great conversation and use of the item :)

Re: 33 / Bottle

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Love the little glimpse of what happened in between those 33 minutes.

Maelstrom, DRADIS

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

DRADIS ghosts were a mind-game. First-year cadets got messed around about Raiders that wouldn’t die or vaporized comrades who’d linger on their six. They’d laugh, too cool to be rattled, until they ran their first sims and climbed out of their cockpits, shaken.

It was a trick of biology. Watching explosions in the dark printed scars of light deep in the retina. Afterimages drew phantom blips across the monitor. When you watched a friend burn, their spark followed you home.

It was an illusion, every pilot knew that.

Lee sat in his bird, eyes burning, and thought: she’s still here.

Re: Maelstrom, DRADIS

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

That final image is so sad. :( Lovely.

Re: Maelstrom, DRADIS

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

The image of the blip remaining on Lee's DRADIS is Lee's way of hold on, but especially nice in light of Kara following the phantom heavy raider.

Re: Maelstrom, DRADIS

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

Oh my good gracious, I love the beautiful phrases you have in here! Especially "the dark printed scars of light deep in the retina" and "their sparks follow you home."

Drabbles are the greatest because they make you be really economical with language. Sigh. *runs off to write more* (And yes, good lord, yours and mine could be two in the same series, ha!)

Re: Maelstrom, DRADIS

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Oh that's haunting and beautifully sad.

Re: Maelstrom, DRADIS

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Ouch! That last line. :(

Maelstrom/ DRADIS

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

He'd been called to CIC the minute he landed, but it had taken him an hour to get there. The DRADIS whir was deafening in his ears, even as he could barely hear everyone talking around him. His father was asking him questions but he couldn't hear. It was like there was cotton stuffed in his ears. He tried to answer. Failed.

But always that whir, whir, whir.

He closed his eyes. Swallowed. The rise and fall of it in time with the cry of his soul: Kara, Kara, Kara.

And his heartbeat answering: she's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

Re: Maelstrom/ DRADIS

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Wow, great minds think alike! I love how our last lines bookend each other :) Lovely drabble!

Captain's Hand, report & gimbal

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

By 22:15 Kara’d already written her mission report, its emphatic punctuation visible at twenty paces. She wasn’t pulling her punches on Garner.

Lee thought about the body they’d pulled from the engine room, smudges of soot on its eyelids where they’d been eased shut by someone’s dirty hands. He thought about those Raptor crews they’d left behind, forever open-eyed in space.

People didn’t run on gears or gimbals; there was nothing simple about working with them, fixing them or judging them.

Garner had run on more than the ticks of his ego. Lee decided to make sure that wasn’t forgotten.

Re: Captain's Hand, report & gimbal

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I have a soft spot for Garner and I love that you captured Lee's respect for him. Thank you.

Unfinished Business, boots

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

It’s the sand in her boots that stops her first. Then it’s Lee’s sock although for the life of her Kara can’t figure out why. Finally it’s his hair unkempt in the fresh air.

Next thing Kara knows she can hardly move. She sits behind a clump of reeds, forcing herself to breathe. This is why she has to go. Lee is too much, too fast, too… too… With a long shudder, she wipes the tears off her face, the sand off her pants.

But when she stands, Lee is too watching and dressed, his hand held out for her.

Re: Unfinished Business, boots

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Love it! So perfect :) Especially Kara's reaction as she hides, then for him to be awake instead.

Colonial Day / Boots

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Kara looked at her boots, then at the tiny strappy flats she was going to wear instead. She slung the boots outside. Minutes later and someone banged on the hatch.

“Kara, open up. I need to get my stuff before the party!”

“Lee, the boots are outside the door for a reason!”

There was a silence. It seemed to be saying something. Kara’s eyes narrowed as she contemplated the door and the usual meaning of boots being outside.

“I’m changing, Lee.”

“Oh. So open up.”

“No. Just frak off for five.”

She heard his boots march off with a curse.

Re: Colonial Day / Boots

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

This is super cute! Kara being secret. :D

Unfinished Business / Blanket

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

It's always cold on New Caprica. It wouldn't be an easy life, but it would be a life. A hope. A future. With two feet on the ground and the sky above their heads.

He stared up at the sky, then--memorizing the glimmer of alien constellations, making up shapes and stories as he went. It was cold. It's always cold on New Caprica. Too cold to be out here naked and giddy from liquor and the feel of her skin. But he was warm. Kara's body wrapped around his, quiet and breathing steadily, was the only blanket he needed.

Re: Unfinished Business / Blanket

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Aw, this is so sweet. *happy*

Flight of the Phoenix / Gimbal

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

"What is it now, Kara?"

She leaned against his doorframe.

"We need help on the gimbal."

"I'm not helping you with that thing."

She stood there biting her lip. Waiting.

He sighed. "What about the gimbal?"

"We can't figure out where to put it that won't rip out when she lands."

"The undercarriage isn't strong enough?"

"If we angle it correctly, but Chief thinks that'll screw up the aerodynamics. We were hoping someone who'd studied flight dynamics in War College could... oh, I don't know. Give us advice?"

She's picking at her fingernails.

"Well," he says, finally. "Let's go."

Re: Flight of the Phoenix / Gimbal

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Yay for ordinary moments and for Kara convincing Lee to help out on the Blackbird!

Blood on the Scales / Boots

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

He never thought he'd miss those Fleet issued boots, but the crisp sides of his gleaming loafers are cutting into his ankles as they run. Pausing, they understand, moving forward in one smooth action--he covers and she advances. He's right behind her, the hard heels of his shoes clacking authoritatively with every step. Good for commanding respect. Bad for combat. They squeak. She smirks, eyes dropping briefly to his feet before skeptically glancing back up to face. She's so alive he could kiss her. Again. "Yeah, yeah," he says. "I never thought I'd miss them either." She just laughs.

Re: Blood on the Scales / Boots

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Oh this wonderfully captures the vibe of the teasing interactions during the mutiny. Perfect!

33/Boots

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

By the 49th attack, Lee's stopped removing his boots. His feet are too still, which catches Kara's attention as she sits heavily at the table, wired and twitching from the stims.

The frakker didn't take any.

She surges up, grabbing his feet and thrusting them toward the deck with one hand as she opens his curtain with the other. "You son of a bitch! After that scene you made on the flight deck, you aren't even taking the damn stims?!"

His hands fly up in front of him. "Whoa, Kara! I was going to before the next run!"

"You better."

Re: 33/Boots

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HA! Can you imagine this? She would so frakking kick his ass! HA! LOLOL. :D:D

33/Soap

[kl-shipper1.livejournal.com]

Of all the people she could’ve been stuck with at the end of the worlds, the Gods gave Lee Adama to Kara Thrace. She couldn’t figure out why they’d seen her deserving of another Adama, but Kara would take it without complaint. No time for contemplation after that, the claxons sounding and the fleet set to Condition One.

After 238 jumps, Kara knew she felt and looked like crap. Standing under the shower, she let the water and soap wash the grime away. Though she knew they’d fight 90% of the time, she was glad he was with her anyway.

Re: 33/Soap

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

the Gods gave Lee Adama to Kara Thrace

Love this line! <3 They are destined!