Daily Pilots Post: Fic Pass It On - with a twist!

[jeebs83.livejournal.com]

Hey Shippers! Hope you're all having a fantastic Tuesday. :)

First, a bit of an update on the no_takebacks  challenge. There is still time to get your requests in here. I'll be posting a master list of all the requests either later today or tomorrow. Also, be sure to participate in the poll about the issue or extending the reveal deadline by one week.

Today I thought we'd do a round-robin fic, but I've added a bit of a twist to things. I'll start things off with a cap and the beginning of the story. After my section is done, I'll post another cap and the next person has to continue the story based on that picture. So with each section of the fic, a cap must be included at the end to direct the next person where to take things. If you get to a point where you think that story has ended, you can finish the fic, but you must start a new story up and include a cap*. Go it? Then, let's go!!!

*Need a cap? Good places to look are black-celebration and disparue



"Apollo, you son of a bitch! Who the frak do you think you are, grounding me without even giving me the heads up?"

Chief Tryol stopped his repairs on yet another damaged Viper to watch a very pissed Kara Thrace search the hanger deck for Galactica's CAG. At least he assumed she was looking for Apollo. He'd seen Starbuck's grounding orders this morning and figured those orders could only come from one person.



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[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

He grinned. “You said talking never worked.”

“Neither does this!” Kara hissed.

Lee moved forward, brushing her elbow. “Let’s start with small words,” he suggested, his voice low and clear. Slowly, he brushed his lips across her cheek. “Sitrep: I love you,” he murmured. She stiffened in his arms, jabbing a sharp elbow toward his ribs, but he held on. “You’re showing.” He worked his way to her ear, teasing gently. “You’re grounded.” He anticipated her angry shove, turning with the blow and pulling her off-balance, catching her weight against his shoulder. “Still love you.”

Smug on him looked unusually infuriating today. He pulled back far enough to look into her eyes, and read the warning there. With a sigh, her retrieved his shirt and put more distance between them, ducking behind the ready room podium.

“Coward,” she growled. “Don’t think I won’t fight you on this.”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “But fortunately, I’m the coward in charge. I’m going to win.”

[[Sorry, I don't know how to post the picture directly, but here's the link:]]

http://disparue.org/gallery/2/bsg/3/315/images/bsg315_0500.jpg

[lotus79.livejournal.com]

Link doesn't work for me, alas. Probably got some sort of hotlink protection on it, maybe. :(

Thank you so much!

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for all your help! I really appreciate it; I'm still learning my way around LJ, and it's great to learn how to handle these pictures, etc.

I love your additions to the story!! All best wishes, and thanks again :)

[lotus79.livejournal.com]

:)