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no_takebacksThere was going to be a quiz today, but life took over my preparations for it, so we'll have that on Friday instead.
For today, your prompt (to be interpreted as literally or liberally as you like) is:
misfits
As before, feel free to come up with anything as a response - an icon, a drabble, an acrostic...And if it turns out not to fit the prompt, just post it anyway - I'm not keeping score, or anything. :)
Secondly, I have a feeling this has been done before, so I apologise if I'm repeating anything, but what do you think would have happened to Kara and Lee if the Cylon attack hadn't come when it did? Chance brought them together on Galactica, but without the attack, Lee, at least, would have been on his way afterward - no reconciliation with his father, and just a few joky encounters with Kara, his dead brother's fiancee.
...or would it have happened like that? Maybe they'd have got drunk together after the presentation (in the brig? :P), maybe confessed a few feelings...and maybe then still gone their separate ways, because life goes on, right? No need to admit you have feelings for someone you shouldn't unless the world's about to end.
How do you think their lives might have intersected? How about if the Cylon attack had come a year later, by which time they were in an established relationship? How would that have affected the way they fought? Would they have been more careful? Less? Would we have been so invested in their relationship without all that unresolved sexual tension?
Discuss. :)
For today, your prompt (to be interpreted as literally or liberally as you like) is:
misfits
As before, feel free to come up with anything as a response - an icon, a drabble, an acrostic...And if it turns out not to fit the prompt, just post it anyway - I'm not keeping score, or anything. :)
Secondly, I have a feeling this has been done before, so I apologise if I'm repeating anything, but what do you think would have happened to Kara and Lee if the Cylon attack hadn't come when it did? Chance brought them together on Galactica, but without the attack, Lee, at least, would have been on his way afterward - no reconciliation with his father, and just a few joky encounters with Kara, his dead brother's fiancee.
...or would it have happened like that? Maybe they'd have got drunk together after the presentation (in the brig? :P), maybe confessed a few feelings...and maybe then still gone their separate ways, because life goes on, right? No need to admit you have feelings for someone you shouldn't unless the world's about to end.
How do you think their lives might have intersected? How about if the Cylon attack had come a year later, by which time they were in an established relationship? How would that have affected the way they fought? Would they have been more careful? Less? Would we have been so invested in their relationship without all that unresolved sexual tension?
Discuss. :)
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:20 am (UTC)Misfits
As she regained consciousness, she heard the muffled brush of footsteps moving away from her, followed by the quiet tones of a touch keypad and the resounding clang of a heavy door. Raising her head painfully, she oriented herself. She was handcuffed in a padded cell. It was empty save for her fellow inmate and a shiny silver pen, both of which were lying on the floor directly across from her.
As she watched, Nightwing came around, blinking his eyes groggily as he took in their surroundings. Two-Face had stripped them of their suits and all their weapons; Nightwing was left in a simple black T-shirt and shorts, but she’d been out of clean laundry that morning and had raided her roommate’s closet. She was fairly sure there were Disney cartoons on her clothes.
At the moment, death was looking like her best option.
Nightwing had gotten to know her fairly well by this point, and recognized that her sudden horror was a reaction to her exposed accoutrements rather than their mortal peril.
“Oh, come on,” he said, sitting up and rolling his eyes. “Your suit is your weapon, it’s where you keep all your tricks – naturally it’s the first thing any captor takes away.” Without pausing, he reached for the pen Two-Face always left as his trademark, snapped off a metal strip from its cap, and began to work on picking the lock of his handcuffs. “I once had to disarm a bomb at thirty-thousand feet in dinosaur pajamas.” He shrugged. “Stay in this gig long enough, you learn to choose your undergarments on the assumption that supervillains will be seeing them.”
She blinked. “Do you even listen to the words coming out of your mouth?”
“Sometimes,” he said absently. She heard a metallic click and his hands came free. She turned her back and he bent to her cuffs.
“I’m sure I’m gonna regret asking this,” she mumbled while he worked, “but have you got any superpowers?”
“Sorry to disappoint, but if you wanted Superman you should have tried Metropolis. Here in Gotham we’re just regular guys.”
She snorted. “Regular guys don’t dress up in capes and name themselves after nocturnal animals. I believe the street lingo for guys like that is: freaks.”
“I prefer the term ‘misfits.’ It sounds more charming and roguish. Besides, you dress up to fight crime, too.”
“I dress up to commit crime, that’s totally different.”
“Whatever,” he said, moving to examine their prison’s walls.
“Right.” She rubbed at her wrists where the cuffs had snapped off, focusing on the security keypad by the bolted metal door. “So, basically, we’ve got nothing?”
“All we can count on right now is you and me.” He grinned over his shoulder. “That’s not nothing.”
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:21 am (UTC)“I heard the keypad tones when he punched in the exit code,” she explained. “I can pick out the numbers and release the lock.”
“He’ll have switched around the tones and numbers – they won’t be standard. Trust me, Romo’s been fighting us a long time, he knows our capabilities and he likes to give us just enough rope to hang ourselves. It keeps him entertained. The thing’s probably wired to explode or short out.”
“Yeah, I could hear that he’d shifted the frequencies, just like I can hear that your natural timbre is tenor, not the faux-baritone thing you’re trying for. I’ve got perfect pitch, and none of the psychos in this town know a thing about my capabilities. Including you.”
He frowned, but seemed to take her seriously. “OK. Tell me the sequence and I’ll punch it in.”
She was about a second away from kicking his officious little ass straight back to unconsciousness. “Get out of my face and let me work, will you?”
“If something goes wrong, wouldn’t you rather it happen to…”
His voice trailed off as she finished typing and the door glided open. He raised an eyebrow. “Nice.” They moved into the corridor, alert for traps. Falling instinctively into rhythm, they scouted the corridors and made quick time through the abandoned warehouse. “You should consider using your powers for good,” Nightwing whispered as he brushed by, close enough to touch. “Seriously.”
She rolled her eyes.
After fifteen minutes in the silence and shadows, the ominous creaks of the derelict building began to get on her nerves. She spoke just to hear her own voice. “What’s your name?”
Her temporary ally paused, angling carefully around the corner to clear the next stretch of their escape. “Just call me Nightwing.”
“Okay, that’s never gonna happen. I don’t know how you can use that name with a straight face.”
“Says The Huntress?”
“I don’t care what the newspapers call me so long as I stay in the headlines.”
“Well, those of us with secret identities are a little shy of…”
“I’m not asking for your real name, you idiot. Just make one up, it’s not that hard.”
His forehead crinkled. “What, like Bob?”
She had a wicked smile. “You look more like a Dick to me.”
He sighed. “Classy.”
“For someone who fights crime in a costume,” she said, “you’re surprisingly conventional.” They finally appeared to be nearing the exterior wall – if a trap was waiting for them, they should stumble upon it any minute. She held herself tense and alert.
“For a walking advertisement of Disney cartoons, you’re surprisingly crass,” he muttered.
They stopped for a moment, crouched behind the last creaking wall before the wide and deceptively barren entryway. She could smell the night air, so close and so far.
Their eyes met, and she felt something...new.
“My name’s Lee,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “Kara.”
Without further discussion, they flung themselves into battle.
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:37 am (UTC)I love that moment of vulnerability when they share their real names. :)
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Date: 2010-07-29 04:35 am (UTC)I think that's how it goes, anyway :) I must admit I don't read the actual comics, so I pick up all this through fanfiction. It was just fun to play with ~ maybe someday I'll get around to writing a real story about this with Bill as Batman and Tigh as Alfred :)
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:32 am (UTC)No need to admit you have feelings for someone you shouldn't unless the world's about to end I don't think they were even aware of their feelings about each other until the end of the world.
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:47 am (UTC)Yeah, I agree with this - at least, I think there might be a spark of attraction whenever they come across one another, but it'd be suppressed so quickly they'd barely notice it. Ah, guilt. :-/
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:58 am (UTC)*pouts*
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:10 am (UTC)ETA: Sorry I haven't been participating with the drabbling y'all. Brain has been focused on other stories and has no juice leftover.
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:21 am (UTC)(Yes, but 27 pages! It's worth it!)
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:58 am (UTC)I adore the instant banter between them that we see in the mini-series, so yeah, I think their paths would keep crossing. And hopefully one of them would, at some point, see sense and make a move!
Drabble: Misfits (100 words)
Date: 2010-07-29 03:32 am (UTC)Are you kidding? He touches her cheek below the latest bruise. Kara Thrace, best pilot the academy's ever known, a misfit?
You're an Adama. The perfect officer, the perfect fighter, always making the right decisions. Her hand skims over his, hesitates.
And I hate it, he says.
You hate what it stands for, she corrects, not the thing itself.
He shrugs. Let's both be our own misfits.
Their hands fit perfectly, she thinks, and notices the gleam in his eye.
Their mouths fit perfectly, too.
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:41 am (UTC)This is absolutely perfectly written. *flails*
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Date: 2010-07-29 04:37 am (UTC)So true!
Love this whole thing. Yay!
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Date: 2010-07-29 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 04:27 am (UTC)The more she saw of Zak’s brother, the more she felt she had been misled.
Lee had been a casual fixture in Zak’s conversations ever since they’d started dating; always the uptight elder brother, the responsible one, the model soldier. She’d expected a bit of a cardboard cut-out, and though she refused to think too closely about that first warm night of empty bottles, the vague assumptions about him she’d absorbed through osmosis had contributed to her mistakes.
They were both far more careful now.
But every time they met she found new edges, piercing and unexpected. He was the most refreshingly competitive man she’d ever met; her sense of humor didn’t embarrass him; he walked away from fights like he was carrying off some secret prize. She didn’t understand him very well, but she felt like his family must understand him even less.
For some reason, she took that personally.
One night at dinner, Zak made some comment about Lee’s latest wrangle with their father, and Kara couldn’t entirely suppress the accusation in her tone when she muttered, “You always said you were the misfit in your family.”
“Oh, I am,” Zak smiled. “I’m the misfit and Lee’s the rebel.”
“What?”
Zak toyed with his food, looking nostalgic. “I break small rules for fun. Lee’d never do that. He saves himself for the big rules, and be breaks them like it’s serious business.”
He set down his fork and poured himself a little wine. “Our mom drank too much when we were growing up,” he said lightly, lifting his glass like a toast, “so Lee spent his teenage years defiantly sober. Our dad gave the military first priority, so ever since Lee enlisted he’s made it a point to date attentively. Half the time I think he cares more about proving it can be done than about the girl he’s with. He’s kind of an idiot.”
Zak shook his head. “He hasn’t really got his head on straight, yet. But once he does, just watch him. He’s gonna change the world.” He lifted his glass again, this time tilting it toward her. “So are you.”
“Oh, really?” she grinned.
“Uh-huh,” Zak nodded.
“And what about you?”
“Me? I’m gonna be happy.” He reached across the table for her hand. “And so are you.” He kissed her fingers. “Promise.”
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:21 pm (UTC)An incredibly astute comment on Lee. This is a fantastic drabble - Zak's perspective, Kara's responses, Lee's relationship with women and his father. I can tell this will have me thinking. Well done!! *hugs*
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-07-29 11:40 pm (UTC)Typo here (be instead of he), but it's a wonderful line - so very Lee.
I was smiling all the way through this, at the various, accurate observations of both Lee and Kara. We don't know much about Zak in canon, but I really like that you gave him space and respect here, while still keeping the drabble about Kara and Lee. Lovely!
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Date: 2010-07-29 11:54 pm (UTC)That's a great way of putting it! I guess part of creating interesting characters, which BSG did really well, is that they have to be a little quirky. And what I like about Lee and Kara, especially, is that they are both misfits, but also fit in so well - they're great pilots, and they do well at whatever they turn their hands to.
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Date: 2010-07-29 08:28 pm (UTC)"What concert are we going to, again?" Lee eyes Kara suspiciously, wondering where exactly she found the boots that she's wearing. He's trying not to notice the boots at all, really, or the way her baggy black trousers sit on her hips, or that she seems to be wearing a corset made out of a tactical vest. He's not noticing any of this, and if he is, he's certainly noticing it only in a completely disinterested manner, the kind of casual observation that would be appropriate for a guy who is absolutely not checking out his brother's girlfriend. Lee would never do that. Zak can joke all he wants about the little redheaded girl that dumped him to moon over Lee, all those years ago when they were both barely even teenagers, but Lee's not a girlfriend stealer, not really. He's the man of the house, he's got to be responsible. If Zak wants someone to steal his girlfriends, he'll have to look somewhere else, because Lee isn't interested in Kara at all.
He glances down at her again, decidedly not lingering on the way the corset accentuates her breasts. Obviously, he's just trying to read the words on the many buttons that she's attached to the corset. Some of them have skulls on them.
He realizes that while he has been busy not finding her attractive, Kara has been talking, and gives himself a swift mental kick for not paying attention. "Sorry, what? I was distracted by your bones." He blushes when she raises an eyebrow, and he hurries to correct himself. "I mean, the buttons. Skull buttons. Uh. You were saying?"
"Concert," Kara says, speaking slowly, and Lee has to devote more mental energy than he thinks should really be required to not watch her lips. "Misfits," she continues, pointing at one of the skull buttons, which proclaims the name of the band in large white letters. "And you can't wear that," she adds, nodding somewhat disdainfully at his pressed khakis and green polo. "You'll get your ass kicked, and you'll deserve it. Look, you're about the same size as Zak, right? He's got some bondage pants in his closet, go put 'em on."
"Bondage pants?" Lee squeaks. This is more than he has ever wanted to know about his brother. And, of course, it goes without saying that it's more than he wanted to know about Kara. He would never be interested in the sex life of his brother's girlfriend. That would be Inappropriate.
Kara is smirking at him now. "Lee. They're black pants with zippers and chains. They're called bondage pants, but that doesn't mean they're for bondage. I mean, we can tie you up if you want," she drawls, still grinning at him as he resolutely does not envision Kara tying him to a chair and having her way with him. "But you don't really need the pants for that."
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Date: 2010-07-29 08:29 pm (UTC)"Of course you did," she replies, winking at him.
"Look, maybe I should just, you know, stay home," he offers. His mind isn't wandering to how he'll entertain himself while they're out, because obviously he'll just be watching television or taking a long, cold shower and not thinking about Kara. "I don't really know anything about this band anyway. The...Mishaps?"
She laughs so hard that it's really more of a guffaw. He doesn't find it ridiculously endearing, though, and if he does, it is only ridiculously endearing in a very fraternal, very platonic way. It doesn't give him a thrill to make her laugh like that, even if she's laughing because he's obviously said something stupid, even if he's never heard her laugh at anything Zak says like that, not that Lee's keeping score, of course, or at least, not that he's keeping score for any other reason than to one-up his kid brother. It's just a little brotherly competition, and no harm done. It's not like he loves her, not like that, not really.
"Misfits," she manages to say, still laughing. "Look, if you don't want to come with, can you at least come pick our drunk asses up after the show's over? I can't really get another drunk and disorderly this month."
"Yeah," Lee promises, relieved to have successfully avoided non-existent temptation for another day. Kara is out the door to go meet Zak a few minutes later, and in a few hours Lee knows he will be on the receiving end of a particularly hilarious drunk dial from his brother and the girl that he doesn't love, not really, and he'll head out into the cold night to save them from themselves. And he knows that much later he will fall into bed alone with nothing for company but the hope and the heartache that he is steadfastly ignoring, never straying into the world where he can love her, steering clear of the forbidden zone.
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