For Lyssie...
Sep. 8th, 2007 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
centerspire...on the occasion of her birthday (late). A little Kara/Anders schmoopy reunion, such as it is.
He was still on the flight deck, still dazed, still glancing at Tyrol any chance he could afford when the call came over the loud speakers. "Security alert. Set condition two throughout the ship. Possible enemy ship cleared for landing. Security to the flight deck." Possible? He wasn't the only one confused, if Tyrol's expression was anything to go by.
"Alright, people, clear the deck," Tyrol shouted, though without the usual force.
"Another surprise today, Chief."
"Clear out, Sam, that's an order."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
Finally, the enemy ship was in. Except it wasn't an enemy ship. It was a viper. A viper that looked like it just rolled off the assembly line - forty years ago.
She had her helmet off and tossed out before the first Marine could get up the stairs and aim.
"Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them!"
Then Sam heard it. That bark of a laugh he feared he'd forgotten. "Sir."
"What?"
"I think, Private, what you meant to say was, 'Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them, Sir.'"
Sam would have laughed if he'd had any air in his lungs.
Sam ran. No Marine had a chance of stopping him. They crashed together. "Miss me, Sammy?"
"Don't call me 'Sammy.'" She shut him up with a kiss, fidgeting with the front pocket of his uniform shirt as she did so.
"Sir, you'll need to let him go and come with us."
Her lips curled, but moved to his ear instead of away. "Hang on to these while I prove to these assholes I'm not a Cylon, okay?" She patted him on the chest, on the pocket in fact, and gave him a wink.
"Kara," he tried to stop her.
"Just do something stupid. Get thrown in hack. You can come keep me company," she shouted over her shoulder as she was escorted off the flight deck by four Marines.
"Not a Cylon, huh?" Chief Tyrol appeared by his side.
Sam fished out the contents of his pocket. Her chain with Zak's ring and a single dog tag dangled from his fingers. "Yeah, I don't think so."
"Something stupid?"
"I'll manage."
I think it worked better in my head. But, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
He was still on the flight deck, still dazed, still glancing at Tyrol any chance he could afford when the call came over the loud speakers. "Security alert. Set condition two throughout the ship. Possible enemy ship cleared for landing. Security to the flight deck." Possible? He wasn't the only one confused, if Tyrol's expression was anything to go by.
"Alright, people, clear the deck," Tyrol shouted, though without the usual force.
"Another surprise today, Chief."
"Clear out, Sam, that's an order."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
Finally, the enemy ship was in. Except it wasn't an enemy ship. It was a viper. A viper that looked like it just rolled off the assembly line - forty years ago.
She had her helmet off and tossed out before the first Marine could get up the stairs and aim.
"Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them!"
Then Sam heard it. That bark of a laugh he feared he'd forgotten. "Sir."
"What?"
"I think, Private, what you meant to say was, 'Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them, Sir.'"
Sam would have laughed if he'd had any air in his lungs.
Sam ran. No Marine had a chance of stopping him. They crashed together. "Miss me, Sammy?"
"Don't call me 'Sammy.'" She shut him up with a kiss, fidgeting with the front pocket of his uniform shirt as she did so.
"Sir, you'll need to let him go and come with us."
Her lips curled, but moved to his ear instead of away. "Hang on to these while I prove to these assholes I'm not a Cylon, okay?" She patted him on the chest, on the pocket in fact, and gave him a wink.
"Kara," he tried to stop her.
"Just do something stupid. Get thrown in hack. You can come keep me company," she shouted over her shoulder as she was escorted off the flight deck by four Marines.
"Not a Cylon, huh?" Chief Tyrol appeared by his side.
Sam fished out the contents of his pocket. Her chain with Zak's ring and a single dog tag dangled from his fingers. "Yeah, I don't think so."
"Something stupid?"
"I'll manage."
I think it worked better in my head. But, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Date: 2007-09-08 10:47 pm (UTC)And now I'm trying to imagine what Sam could do to get himself thrown in hack--maybe he could punch Tigh, or something. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-08 11:10 pm (UTC)Sam just doesn't do much stupid stuff. He'll need to be extra creative.
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