#163 - home - Battlestar Galactica (2003) - Open Dark (T)
Title: Open Dark
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Pairing(s): Kara/Kat
Challenge: femslash100 #163: home
Word Count: 155
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: "Frak you."
A/N: Don't ask me how this one came from the prompt given, but it did...
"You don't even know what you frakking want. You're a frakup, Starbuck, and you know it."
The tone of voice is harsh, but the words ring true in the ears of the person who's listening.
"Frak you," Kara hisses through her teeth in response.
He can hear the smirk in Kat's voice.
"Frak you too, Starbuck." She's almost laughing. "You're not - " a pause for a breath, as hers is coming heavily in the heat of their argument, "my type." (Her emphasis on the last word.)
An angry sound from Kara's throat, and there is a rattling thud of metal against metal - he recognises the noise that the bank of lockers makes when something's thrown against them.
It takes him a second to realise they've stopped talking, and all he can hear is panting breaths.
Oh, frak...
"Literally," Hot Dog mutters a second later, safe from retribution outside the hatch, hoping fervently that neither of them knew he was there.
Never saw that coming.
-fin
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Pairing(s): Kara/Kat
Challenge: femslash100 #163: home
Word Count: 155
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: "Frak you."
A/N: Don't ask me how this one came from the prompt given, but it did...
"You don't even know what you frakking want. You're a frakup, Starbuck, and you know it."
The tone of voice is harsh, but the words ring true in the ears of the person who's listening.
"Frak you," Kara hisses through her teeth in response.
He can hear the smirk in Kat's voice.
"Frak you too, Starbuck." She's almost laughing. "You're not - " a pause for a breath, as hers is coming heavily in the heat of their argument, "my type." (Her emphasis on the last word.)
An angry sound from Kara's throat, and there is a rattling thud of metal against metal - he recognises the noise that the bank of lockers makes when something's thrown against them.
It takes him a second to realise they've stopped talking, and all he can hear is panting breaths.
Oh, frak...
"Literally," Hot Dog mutters a second later, safe from retribution outside the hatch, hoping fervently that neither of them knew he was there.
Never saw that coming.
-fin