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Truth or Dare!

Starbuck dares you to play!

Rules:
If you want to play, say “Truth” or “Dare” below in the comments.

If you choose Truth, someone gets to ask you a BSG-related question about yourself (e.g. How would you feel if in Daybreak we found out Kara and Lee were secretly married that whole time?).
If you choose Dare, someone will give you a ficlet prompt (e.g. Secret marriage).
Choosing Double Dog Dare gets you a prompt for something R to NC-17 rated. Just because I’m pretty sure that’s what Kara thinks it means. ;)
*BONUS OPTION* (in beta) - Promise to Repeat I don't know if you all played this way as children, but when I was little the sing-song of the game went "Truth, dare, double dare, promise to repeat." So for an extra variation, if you choose Promise to Repeat, then someone can leave you a word or phrase or sentence and you have to use it in a drabble/ficlet exactly as is.

Sound good? Here goes!

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From:

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Kara is Lee's teacher.

From:

word-vomity.livejournal.com

"It doesn't make sense!" He groans for what felt like the hundredth time.

She raises an angry eyebrow at him expectantly.

"Sir." He adds.

"It doesn't have to, cadet." She explains with as much patience as she can muster for the insolent nugget. "It's flying. Flying isn't always about sense."

"But I got all the questions right." He says, pointing at the paper. "See? I got the highest grade in the class. If anyone's ready to actually fly, it's me!"

She crosses her arms defiantly, staring him down.

"Sir." He adds with a slightest diffidence possible.

"Listen, kid. You're right. You are the smartest one in this class. You're precise. You're fast. You're brave. You're everything a viper jock should be-"

"So what's the problem?" He ask enraged, cutting her off.

"The problem." She goes on evenly, "Is that while your test was flawless, your essay was tight and uninspired. And if you go out there that keyed up, you won't last five minutes in a dogfight."

He looks devastated.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she eases up a bit. "Listen kid, you're good. Really good. Or at least, you will be. But I need to be sure you're ready before I put you in the air. Taking every precaution that you are prepared is my job."

She thinks she catches him blush. "I'm ready, Lieutenant Thrace. Please. Let me prove it to you."

She considers him for a moment. He's young. Older than her she thinks, she's the youngest instructor in Fleet history, but he's still very young. And so eager to prove himself. Well, she figures, with a last name like Adama, he has a lot to live up to.

"C'mon." She says decidedly, pulling his by the arm.

Stumbling along, he asks confused, "Where are we going?"

"Sims." She says in a clipped voice. "You're so ready? Time to put up or stop bitching like a bitty baby."

"That's not exactly how that saying goes." He tells her, tripping as she pulls him round a corner swiftly.

"Improvisation." She tells him with a sharp smile. "Lesson one."

**

"OK." She says, pushing him roughly towards the SIM machine when they reach the hangar. "If you really are God's gift like you think, we're gonna go head to head. If you can finish Course 4 within five minutes of me with no more than minimal damage to your bird, I'll let you in the air tomorrow with the rest of your class. If not, you quit pestering me and start listening."

He takes a breath, considering her. "Five minutes?" He asks carefully. "Give or take?"

She cackles loudly. "Gods, but you are cocky kid! Give. You couldn't 'take' five on me for all the cubits in Caprica."

"Ok." He nods, slowly. "You're on."

She snorts, stripping down to tanks and climbing into the rig. "The God's themselves do tremble."

**

Thirty minutes later they both emerge from the SIM sweating and triumphant and grinning like fools.

"That was amazing." He tells her awed. "You fly like you were born with wings."

"Yeah," she laughs, punching his shoulder lightly, "well you proved your point too, kid."

"Lee!" He snaps. "My name is Lee Adama."

She waits.

"Sir." He adds, sheepishly.

"Naw," she says patting his chest with a wink, "Apollo's a better fit for you, hotshot."

Damn, she thinks, watching his chest puff up like a peacock, he sure is one smug son of a bitch.

Then he smiles a smile as bright as the sun and she amends slightly, but the magnificent bastard sure can fly.

Edited Date: 2012-06-25 08:17 pm (UTC)