Daily Pilots Post

[lyras.livejournal.com]

There 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. :)

Comments

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

She raised a hand toward the security pad and Nightwing was suddenly beside her, his hand clutching her wrist with surprising urgency. “Don’t,” he warned, all business.

“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.

[lyras.livejournal.com]

I do not know this Huntress, but she is awesome, even wearing Disney cartoons! (Unsurprisingly, if you're crossing her with Kara.)

I love that moment of vulnerability when they share their real names. :)

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

So glad you enjoyed it! Yes, in the comics Huntress is on the side of good but a little too violent and reckless for Batman's tastes -- he thinks she needs to be stopped, while Nightwing thinks she just needs to be listened to. One of the key points between Nightwing and Huntress in the comics is their decision to tell each other their real names.

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 :)

[lyras.livejournal.com]

a real story about this with Bill as Batman and Tigh as Alfred

Ahahaa! But who would Laura be?

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Laura is Commissioner Gordon, definitely :)