FIC: Like A Sister (chapter 2)
Title: Like A Sister, chapter 2
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship
Characters: Kara & Boomer, references to Boomer/Chief and Kara/Helo
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Kara and Sharon talk about boys. Boomer gets christened. (Not that the Colonials would say christened!)
(Chapter 1 if you missed it)
II
The hatch to the bunkroom slams shut, and Kara turns quickly in surprise.
“Sorry,” Sharon mutters at her alarm. She hurls her helmet into her bunk. “Frak!”
Kara tries to summon up a look of concern as a smile begins to play madly across her face. She must be rubbing off on the younger pilot. “What’s going on, rook?”
She flops down onto her bunk, the burst of temper flaring out. “Dented the undercarriage again.”
Sitting down near Sharon’s knees, Kara sighs. She can’t remember ever having to work at flying as hard as Sharon does. “You did it perfectly in the sims yesterday. Twice.”
A smile tugs at Sharon’s face and Kara’s eyes narrow. “What?" she demands.
Sharon covers her eyes with her hand. “It’s cause he’s distracting me,” she says quickly, then winces as if waiting for the teasing to start. When she finally pulls her hand back, she finds Kara grinning widely.
“Well what are you going to do about it?”
“Do?” Sharon asks nervously.
Kara scootches into the bunk, leaning back against the bulkhead at its foot. “Why sit around waiting when you could be with somebody?”
Sharon rolls her eyes. “Like you and Flat Top? And X-ray? And Helo? And--” she stops, giggling, when Kara throws a towel at her.
Kara frowns at her for a second. “Helo and I are just friends. And the others, I mean.”
The younger girl hesitates. “I don’t--I don’t want to lose somebody else.” She sees how quickly her friend’s face turns to stone. “I know that’s why you just--”
“What? Frak around?” Kara demands. Then Sharon’s face falls and she shrugs. “Whatever. Who cares if I do? But if I had somebody here I actually wanted to, you know...”
“Frak more than once?” Sharon suggests slyly.
Kara snorts with laughter. “Yeah. If I did I wouldn’t let some antiquated rules stop me. It’s not like we’re flying combat missions.” She grins teasingly. “Or like they’d even let you in a bird in combat anyway.”
Sharon’s waves a pillow threateningly. “Frak you.”
Kara laughs.
She flips it over in her hands. “They threw pillows at me. At the raptor. So I wouldn’t dent the deck.” She glares in the face of her friend’s merriment.
“Oh, rook, they just love you so much,” Kara gasps.
She shrugs. “It’s just...distracting ,” she says again, blushing faintly. “He’s watching the raptor land and--”
“Watching the raptor?” Kara interrupts, frowning, perplexed.
“Doesn’t Galen watch you land?”
Kara’s mouth drops open, her eyes blinking wildly between surprise, concern and hilarity. Then she cackles.
“Starbuck?” Sharon demands. “What? Who did you think I meant?”
“No, no!” Kara waves her hands at the younger pilot. “No, that’s okay. Chief is distracting you. I get it, he’s...Chief.”
For a second Sharon’s face falls. “Have you already--”
“What? No!” It’s all Kara can do to stay upright through her laughter. She’ll have to console Helo later.
Sharon watches her warily as she catches her breath. “He’s just...confident. And sexy. And...I don’t know, there’s a connection between us.”
“Yeah,” Kara says, breathlessness making her sound suddenly tired. “I remember that.”
Sharon glances involuntarily toward Kara’s locker, toward the photograph that’s visible in the open door. “From Zak?” she asks softly.
For a second Kara’s eyes follow hers and she doesn’t answer. “Mmm,” she finally hums. Then she turns quickly back. “So rook, what are you going to do about these feelings?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Six months on board without any nookie--haven’t forgotten how, have you?”
Sharon looks away, thinks of the catalog of things she’d like to do to Tyrol. “You don’t think I’d get in trouble?”
“Some things are worth trouble.”
Sharon glances back at Kara in time to see that her eyes are trained on the photograph again.
Kara swings back to her, puts on a grin. “Go for it, rook.”
***
Strolling into the hangar deck for a CAP shift the next afternoon, Kara walks up to Helo, who’s standing perfectly still in the middle of the floor. She follows his gaze to the storage locker hatch.
“Something you need?” she asks lightly.
He keeps glaring at the door.
There are a series of rhythmic thuds coming from the other side. They pause for a moment, then resume.
“What in the gods’ names--” Kara starts, and then a single yelp is heard and she’s giggling, torn between amusement and sympathy as she takes in Helo’s face.
“Sorry, man,” she offers. Something clangs loudly, drawing both their attention for a second. Kara's grinning with unrestrained glee.
“You knew about this?” Helo asks as he turns, heads back toward his raptor.
Kara shrugs. “Just since yesterday. Girl works fast! Sorry,” she tacks on again as he winces.
Helo doesn’t answer, just begins the checklist Sharon left for him.
She lingers a little longer, seeing the disappointment in the cant of Helo’s shoulders. “I’ll be around later if you’re lonely,” Kara offers cheerfully.
He shakes his head at her, but he’s smiling faintly. “Have a good flight, Starbuck.”
And with one more glance at the source of the booming echoing around the deck, she heads for her bird.
When Kara calls Sharon ‘Boomer’ that night over triad, the younger girl’s mouth drops open and she flushes.
“Helo and I finally picked you a call-sign,” Kara says demurely, shooting him a conspiratorial glance. “Cause of all the dents.”
Helo laughs around his sucker, gives Boomer a supportive glance.
The young pilot sighs, then nods with feigned acceptance. “Well, I’ll take it. There are worse ways to get a call-sign.”
This time Helo chokes and Kara’s mouth drops open in anger. “Don’t tell me you told her!” she snaps, standing up ready to fight.
“Now Starbuck--” he starts, scooting around his bench and edging back from the table.
“Motherfrakker!” Kara chases him gleefully out of the rec room.
Chief wanders over from another table, sets his hand on Boomer’s shoulder. “Boomer’s not so bad.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head, then tilts it back to grin up at him wickedly. “We may need to find somewhere more private, though.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship
Characters: Kara & Boomer, references to Boomer/Chief and Kara/Helo
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Kara and Sharon talk about boys. Boomer gets christened. (Not that the Colonials would say christened!)
(Chapter 1 if you missed it)
II
The hatch to the bunkroom slams shut, and Kara turns quickly in surprise.
“Sorry,” Sharon mutters at her alarm. She hurls her helmet into her bunk. “Frak!”
Kara tries to summon up a look of concern as a smile begins to play madly across her face. She must be rubbing off on the younger pilot. “What’s going on, rook?”
She flops down onto her bunk, the burst of temper flaring out. “Dented the undercarriage again.”
Sitting down near Sharon’s knees, Kara sighs. She can’t remember ever having to work at flying as hard as Sharon does. “You did it perfectly in the sims yesterday. Twice.”
A smile tugs at Sharon’s face and Kara’s eyes narrow. “What?" she demands.
Sharon covers her eyes with her hand. “It’s cause he’s distracting me,” she says quickly, then winces as if waiting for the teasing to start. When she finally pulls her hand back, she finds Kara grinning widely.
“Well what are you going to do about it?”
“Do?” Sharon asks nervously.
Kara scootches into the bunk, leaning back against the bulkhead at its foot. “Why sit around waiting when you could be with somebody?”
Sharon rolls her eyes. “Like you and Flat Top? And X-ray? And Helo? And--” she stops, giggling, when Kara throws a towel at her.
Kara frowns at her for a second. “Helo and I are just friends. And the others, I mean.”
The younger girl hesitates. “I don’t--I don’t want to lose somebody else.” She sees how quickly her friend’s face turns to stone. “I know that’s why you just--”
“What? Frak around?” Kara demands. Then Sharon’s face falls and she shrugs. “Whatever. Who cares if I do? But if I had somebody here I actually wanted to, you know...”
“Frak more than once?” Sharon suggests slyly.
Kara snorts with laughter. “Yeah. If I did I wouldn’t let some antiquated rules stop me. It’s not like we’re flying combat missions.” She grins teasingly. “Or like they’d even let you in a bird in combat anyway.”
Sharon’s waves a pillow threateningly. “Frak you.”
Kara laughs.
She flips it over in her hands. “They threw pillows at me. At the raptor. So I wouldn’t dent the deck.” She glares in the face of her friend’s merriment.
“Oh, rook, they just love you so much,” Kara gasps.
She shrugs. “It’s just...distracting ,” she says again, blushing faintly. “He’s watching the raptor land and--”
“Watching the raptor?” Kara interrupts, frowning, perplexed.
“Doesn’t Galen watch you land?”
Kara’s mouth drops open, her eyes blinking wildly between surprise, concern and hilarity. Then she cackles.
“Starbuck?” Sharon demands. “What? Who did you think I meant?”
“No, no!” Kara waves her hands at the younger pilot. “No, that’s okay. Chief is distracting you. I get it, he’s...Chief.”
For a second Sharon’s face falls. “Have you already--”
“What? No!” It’s all Kara can do to stay upright through her laughter. She’ll have to console Helo later.
Sharon watches her warily as she catches her breath. “He’s just...confident. And sexy. And...I don’t know, there’s a connection between us.”
“Yeah,” Kara says, breathlessness making her sound suddenly tired. “I remember that.”
Sharon glances involuntarily toward Kara’s locker, toward the photograph that’s visible in the open door. “From Zak?” she asks softly.
For a second Kara’s eyes follow hers and she doesn’t answer. “Mmm,” she finally hums. Then she turns quickly back. “So rook, what are you going to do about these feelings?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Six months on board without any nookie--haven’t forgotten how, have you?”
Sharon looks away, thinks of the catalog of things she’d like to do to Tyrol. “You don’t think I’d get in trouble?”
“Some things are worth trouble.”
Sharon glances back at Kara in time to see that her eyes are trained on the photograph again.
Kara swings back to her, puts on a grin. “Go for it, rook.”
***
Strolling into the hangar deck for a CAP shift the next afternoon, Kara walks up to Helo, who’s standing perfectly still in the middle of the floor. She follows his gaze to the storage locker hatch.
“Something you need?” she asks lightly.
He keeps glaring at the door.
There are a series of rhythmic thuds coming from the other side. They pause for a moment, then resume.
“What in the gods’ names--” Kara starts, and then a single yelp is heard and she’s giggling, torn between amusement and sympathy as she takes in Helo’s face.
“Sorry, man,” she offers. Something clangs loudly, drawing both their attention for a second. Kara's grinning with unrestrained glee.
“You knew about this?” Helo asks as he turns, heads back toward his raptor.
Kara shrugs. “Just since yesterday. Girl works fast! Sorry,” she tacks on again as he winces.
Helo doesn’t answer, just begins the checklist Sharon left for him.
She lingers a little longer, seeing the disappointment in the cant of Helo’s shoulders. “I’ll be around later if you’re lonely,” Kara offers cheerfully.
He shakes his head at her, but he’s smiling faintly. “Have a good flight, Starbuck.”
And with one more glance at the source of the booming echoing around the deck, she heads for her bird.
When Kara calls Sharon ‘Boomer’ that night over triad, the younger girl’s mouth drops open and she flushes.
“Helo and I finally picked you a call-sign,” Kara says demurely, shooting him a conspiratorial glance. “Cause of all the dents.”
Helo laughs around his sucker, gives Boomer a supportive glance.
The young pilot sighs, then nods with feigned acceptance. “Well, I’ll take it. There are worse ways to get a call-sign.”
This time Helo chokes and Kara’s mouth drops open in anger. “Don’t tell me you told her!” she snaps, standing up ready to fight.
“Now Starbuck--” he starts, scooting around his bench and edging back from the table.
“Motherfrakker!” Kara chases him gleefully out of the rec room.
Chief wanders over from another table, sets his hand on Boomer’s shoulder. “Boomer’s not so bad.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head, then tilts it back to grin up at him wickedly. “We may need to find somewhere more private, though.”