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take advantage of me!
Holy crap, everyone, I appear to be experiencing a momentary LULL IN UNI WORK.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?
Okay.
In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.
Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!
ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)
Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?
Okay.
In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.
Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!
ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)
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She calls him Apollo five times before his audio comm system shorts out, and his heart leaps every time. Despite the terseness of her voice. Despite the strictly official and by-the-book nature of her communications. Apollo isn't a name he's heard in a very long time, and the sound of it surges down and tingles in his hands where they grip the controls. He's flying.
They're flying.
He calls her Starbuck, but it doesn't really feel like Starbuck is on the other end of that vacuum. The Viper off his starboard wing is a careful, dull machine right up until the moment they engage a sneak patrol of Raiders; then and only then does he see Starbuck in the effortless whistle and jab of her, in the patterns described by her guns.
And then he takes a hit, which shakes him up but doesn't slow him down. It's only when he sees the flashing message on his control panel - Apollo. Are you frakking deaf? - that he realises that his comm system is gone.
Text comms are frakking difficult when one is in a firefight. He manages, somehow: Comms dead. Two more behind you.
I'm not blind.
Really, Starbuck?
- and they're off, relentless and close, as though the years in between have closed up and they've just flown out of a wormhole. Without the voices of Kara Thrace and Lee Adama to hinder them they are simply Starbuck and Apollo. The silence is the best thing Lee's heard in months, but he doesn't have long to revel in it before the fight's furosity increases and all other thoughts are gone from his head. Things are exploding all around him, and it takes him almost a minute to see the message - back to Galactica NOW, basestar just jumped here.
He's flying on pure adrenalin and instinct, ducking and dodging, throwing the throttle open to get a better angle. He tears up the deck worse than he's done since his Academy days, and he's never felt better. Time enough to revise landing procedure later. He's laughing into his helmet when he realises that there are no more messages and no Viper beside his and - still - an awful lot of explosions taking place out beyond the landing bay. The Cylon basestar is a looming monster on the edge of his vision.
"Starbuck!" he yells, furious, forgetting entirely that nobody can hear him. Hating her for ripping open the Commander's cool decisiveness, for forcing Apollo back into his head.
More explosions. His Viper is being towed to the hangar bay, and the stars are blotted out by fire, and nothing has clarity. His heart beats overtime into the silence.
She makes it, of course, because Starbuck is indestructible and Starbuck always pulls a grand ending out of her ass. Or so everyone is saying. But if commanding a Battlestar has taught Lee anything, it's that nothing is indestructible. Nothing except perhaps the human heart, which can be battered and shattered and still keep one alive.
She's standing in front of him.
His heart beats out a muffled code from somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
She opens her mouth and the wormhole bursts open, the years come flooding back; he waits for the insults, the accusations, but nothing happens. Her mouth closes. Starbuck and Apollo's glorious silence seems to have stipped her of words.
He says: "I thought you were dead."
Kara chews on her bottom lip and just looks at him, her eyes very wide.
He says: "It's good to be wrong."
Her face blurs into something that's almost a laugh and "Oh, frak," she says miserably, just before she buries her face in his shoulder. Her fingers press painfully into his back, even through the tough fabric of his flight suit, and he's so very very glad in this moment that she is Starbuck because Starbuck doesn't cry. And if she started crying, he's not sure he wouldn't follow suit. The last thing the fleet needs right now is for the Commander of the Battlestar Pegasus to be seen weeping on the flight deck.
"Lee," Kara says on the exhale, an apology in three letters, and this time it's him who can't find the words.
So he puts his arms around her waist.
So he laughs (shakily) when she does, and when she hits him (gently) he hits her right back.
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This is so fantastic I want to cry. I adore you.
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I mean.
Huh.
:D!
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You should not make offers like that in front of me, because I will leap upon them. I love your icons. Drabble request?
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I'd like to see Kara, Lee, and Helo swimming and flirting.
Or if you're tired of pilots (and if you are I'll cry), how about a crossover- Maeby on the set of BSG in her role as hot young producer?
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"Zinger."
"Hurricane Turn."
"Ha!" Kara crowed, throwing a bucket of water in Karl's face. "Done that one."
He spluttered his way through the deluge and wiped his eyes. "You have not."
"Have too. It was free practice, last month, and there were no instructors watching. Lee dared me to do it."
"Correction," Lee called from where he was floating on his back. "Lee told you that nobody's done a Hurricane Turn before graduating the Academy. You interpreted that as a dare."
"She really did it, Apollo?" Karl looked from one to the other, waving between dubious and impressed.
"I don't know." Lee turns his head and grinned, seawater sloshing into the side of his mouth. "I happened to be checking my fuel meter at the time."
Kara made an outraged noise and waded over to him. "Lying bastard," she said, and threw herself bodily on top of him. Lee had time to look panicked before they both went under the water, and Karl laughed as he retrieved the bobbing bucket.
"I think I was just sexually assaulted," Lee said weakly, as soon as he had righted himself. He coughed a few times.
"Very funny." Kara's hair was plastered in weird swirls across her forehead. She grinned and threw one arm around Lee's neck, and then kissed him on the cheek. "You baby. How do you expect to pass your exams if you can't survive a little ducking?"
"How do you expect to pass your exams at all, Starbuck?" Karl made a face at her. "I don't believe I've seen you crack a single textbook yet. And you've cunningly managed to fill our day off with a beach trip instead of studying like everyone else is doing."
"Well, I have you two big strong men to help me, don't I?" Kara attempted to bat her drenched eyelashes, which had formed odd spikes above her expression of simpering mockery.
There was a pause.
"Right, Apollo." Karl scooped up a full bucket of water. "You hold, I'll throw."
"Copy that, Helo."
"Auugh! Stoppit! Lee! Frak!" Kara squirmed and gasped, but kept bursting into debilitating fits of giggles. "Don't you - don't you dare - Karl Agathon, if you throw that bucket, I swear by the gods I will post that picture of you from last term's theme party all over the Academy."
Karl wavered. "You -"
"It's all right," Lee yelled, managing to grab her wrist. "I know where she keeps the negatives."
Kara rolled her eyes and jammed her elbow into his stomach. He coughed sharply and kicked her under the water, and she retaliated by turning around and locking her arms around his neck, her weight pulling him off balance.
"Help! Rape! Helmmmpphhh," Lee tried, but it turned into bubbles.
"Pathetic," Karl told them, and threw the water as soon as they surfaced.
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Ok, here are some icons. I'm not feeling creative lately so I apologize in advance.
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Yay!
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Gorgeous!
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Love love love. Too many things to pick out to love.
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Since the part of the whole end-of-season fiasco (in Kara/Lee terms at least) that's been bugging me the most is that he's not Apollo anymore, this was wonderful. Thank you!
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"Starbuck!" he yells, furious, forgetting entirely that nobody can hear him. Hating her for ripping open the Commander's cool decisiveness, for forcing Apollo back into his head.
Just...so good.
Any icon requests?
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Just start making them and see what happens, really! I love all of your icons.