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telarynIt started here.
Then it went here.
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lerah99, who requested Kara/Faith - any rating I wanted. Prompt? "About time you showed up."
Rating on this is a PG (suprisingly enough). 618 words, fourth - possibly fifth - attempt at writing this thing. Crack-fic, which is really all this could ever be, is so not my strong suit.
Hope you enjoy...*g*
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“’Bout time you showed up. Things were starting to go sane.”
Faith glanced around the chamber – same one as last time, down to the naked guy in the cracked out hot tub. “You could try a change of scenery, you know. Shower, sleep, food…just sayin’.” The captain hadn’t so much as glanced in her direction, but Faith knew the signs of obsession at work.
She bumped her hip softly against Kara’s shoulder. “How’s he doing?”
That earned her a quick glance, before the other woman’s attention slid right back to where it had been. “No change.”
“Huh.” Faith sighed. “You know, this was a whole lot more fun when you were shooting people.” She walked around the tub until she was directly opposite Kara. “Have you plugged him in lately?” She crouched by the tub’s edge, resisting the urge to trail her fingers in the liquid. She thought it was water, but she couldn’t be sure. “And let’s all be amazed at how easily I ask that question.”
She thought she saw a ghost of a smile cross Kara’s face. Her eyes finally ticked up from the man in the tub to focus fully on Faith. “I thought you were gonna talk to a witch or something? Stop this from happening.”
Faith snorted. “What about you? This whole thing would be easy if you’d just stop pulling me back here.”
Kara’s face flushed an angry red, but they’d done this enough times for Faith to know that most of what Kara was feeling wasn’t directed at her. If it wasn’t for the punches they’d exchanged previously, she was reasonably sure Captain Kara Thrace would have written her off as a hallucination during their first or second encounter. “I’m not some frakkin’ Cylon – I don’t know why this keeps happening!”
Cylons… Faith had been in Kara’s world enough times to pick up that they were the bad guys. “Will says you’re the one doing it. For what it’s worth, I believe her.”
Silence. Faith sensed that Kara wanted to say something – or throw something – but she held back, struggling to get herself under control.
Her attention shifted back to the naked man between them, and the sight seemed to steady her. “It’s all garbage,” she said. “Microbes of what could be useful information, buried under layers of crap.” Kara picked the top sheet off a stack of paper, and passed it across the tub to Faith. “I’ve worked it every way I can think, and I can’t crack it.”
Faith glanced down. Numbers, letters, and a seemingly random series of dots. She groaned, passing the paper back. “I am so not your girl for math. Show me something to punch or something to shoot, and I’ll help you out.”
True understanding on the Captain’s face then – Faith’s suspicion that she and Kara were more alike than either of them would be comfortable admitting was about the only reason she had put up with the dreamwalking as long as she had.
“How come you think it means something?” she asked, shifting the conversation to something productive. Despite her frustration with the situation, Faith had figured out that her presence was somehow helping Kara. Giles and Willow had both agreed with her on that score. “I mean, he was shot in the head. You said he was a vegetable.” She held back a snicker only by extreme force of will. The joke in her head wasn’t funny enough to balance out its tragic lack of taste.
“The skinjobs said he was a Hybrid now. Their crap always means something, if you know what you’re looking for.”
Faith shrugged, leaning back against a stack of crates. “Then I guess we need to figure out what you’re looking for. Plug him in and let’s get this party started already."
Then it went here.
Written for
lerah99, who requested Kara/Faith - any rating I wanted. Prompt? "About time you showed up."Rating on this is a PG (suprisingly enough). 618 words, fourth - possibly fifth - attempt at writing this thing. Crack-fic, which is really all this could ever be, is so not my strong suit.
Hope you enjoy...*g*
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“’Bout time you showed up. Things were starting to go sane.”
Faith glanced around the chamber – same one as last time, down to the naked guy in the cracked out hot tub. “You could try a change of scenery, you know. Shower, sleep, food…just sayin’.” The captain hadn’t so much as glanced in her direction, but Faith knew the signs of obsession at work.
She bumped her hip softly against Kara’s shoulder. “How’s he doing?”
That earned her a quick glance, before the other woman’s attention slid right back to where it had been. “No change.”
“Huh.” Faith sighed. “You know, this was a whole lot more fun when you were shooting people.” She walked around the tub until she was directly opposite Kara. “Have you plugged him in lately?” She crouched by the tub’s edge, resisting the urge to trail her fingers in the liquid. She thought it was water, but she couldn’t be sure. “And let’s all be amazed at how easily I ask that question.”
She thought she saw a ghost of a smile cross Kara’s face. Her eyes finally ticked up from the man in the tub to focus fully on Faith. “I thought you were gonna talk to a witch or something? Stop this from happening.”
Faith snorted. “What about you? This whole thing would be easy if you’d just stop pulling me back here.”
Kara’s face flushed an angry red, but they’d done this enough times for Faith to know that most of what Kara was feeling wasn’t directed at her. If it wasn’t for the punches they’d exchanged previously, she was reasonably sure Captain Kara Thrace would have written her off as a hallucination during their first or second encounter. “I’m not some frakkin’ Cylon – I don’t know why this keeps happening!”
Cylons… Faith had been in Kara’s world enough times to pick up that they were the bad guys. “Will says you’re the one doing it. For what it’s worth, I believe her.”
Silence. Faith sensed that Kara wanted to say something – or throw something – but she held back, struggling to get herself under control.
Her attention shifted back to the naked man between them, and the sight seemed to steady her. “It’s all garbage,” she said. “Microbes of what could be useful information, buried under layers of crap.” Kara picked the top sheet off a stack of paper, and passed it across the tub to Faith. “I’ve worked it every way I can think, and I can’t crack it.”
Faith glanced down. Numbers, letters, and a seemingly random series of dots. She groaned, passing the paper back. “I am so not your girl for math. Show me something to punch or something to shoot, and I’ll help you out.”
True understanding on the Captain’s face then – Faith’s suspicion that she and Kara were more alike than either of them would be comfortable admitting was about the only reason she had put up with the dreamwalking as long as she had.
“How come you think it means something?” she asked, shifting the conversation to something productive. Despite her frustration with the situation, Faith had figured out that her presence was somehow helping Kara. Giles and Willow had both agreed with her on that score. “I mean, he was shot in the head. You said he was a vegetable.” She held back a snicker only by extreme force of will. The joke in her head wasn’t funny enough to balance out its tragic lack of taste.
“The skinjobs said he was a Hybrid now. Their crap always means something, if you know what you’re looking for.”
Faith shrugged, leaning back against a stack of crates. “Then I guess we need to figure out what you’re looking for. Plug him in and let’s get this party started already."
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