Sage.
Title: Sage.
Notes: Oneword.com. Tonight's word was sage. Do you think it took me a mere sixty seconds to write this? =] Yeah so it's pretty much just nothing but that's okay.
Rating: Uh. I'm gonna say PG due to abuse of the word 'frak.'
Spoilers: None. Well, vague from like... season 1. But, you know.
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“Hey,” she yelled, kicking her running shoes off into the corner, “whichever Adama is currently burning something in my apartment… that’s gotta stop.”
The older one, Zak’s big brother Lee, poked his head out of the kitchen. “What, you don’t want dinner?”
She shrugged. “I said you could stay with me for a couple weeks… didn’t say anything about setting my kitchen aflame.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “I would try some of what I’m making before judging it, if I were you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What is it?”
“Try it.”
Eyes closed, she dipped a cautious finger into the pot on the stove. “Hmm,” she said, licking her finger, “That’s pretty frakking good.” She opened her eyes. “I’m impressed, Adama.”
He gave her a knowing look. “Sage.”
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The last night he ever spent in her apartment, he made dinner. He usually made dinner when he was over anyhow, because she had a good kitchen for cooking (with a big window that made the room feel much lighter than it was), but on the last night he ever spent in her apartment, he made dinner because she was mad at him, and he honestly couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her any longer. So he’d left her alone in the living room and gone to make dinner.
When everything was done, he took a very deep breath. “Hey, Kara?” he called (and that was the first thing either of them had said after stepping inside the apartment), “You want food?”
She stalked into the kitchen, glaring at him for a few minutes before exploding. “I can’t believe you said all of that to your father, Lee! What the frak is your problem? It’s not his fault what happened! If it’s anyone’s fault, which is isn’t, it’s mine for passing him through basic flight…” When it was clear that he wasn’t going to say anything, she kept going. “Seriously, Lee, you’re such a frakking jackass. How could you do that? I bet your brother is frakking rolling over in his grave! You’re the most frakking inconsiderate bastard I’ve ever met in my life… Gods, why did I tell you you could come here?”
He merely raised his eyebrows passively and divided the food he’d made between two clean plates. These he carried to the table. She sat down in front of one, still glaring at him, not even glancing at her dinner. When she took a bite, though, she stopped glaring at him and started eating with interest.
When both their plates were clear, she looked at him and said, very quietly, “Sorry.”
He gave her a knowing look. “Sage.”
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Because things could get slow on a rapidly aging battlestar during peacetime, a lottery was drawn every other Saturday. Whoever won the lottery got full command of the galley that night, no questions asked.
Everyone always loved it when Starbuck won. Her food was always the best around, even according to Colonel Tigh, the pickiest eater on the entire ship. If asked how she did it, she would just flash her trademark grin. “Hey,” she’d say, “a girl’s gotta have her secrets, right?”
One night, when they had both consumed a massively illegal amount of alcohol, Helo decided he was going to learn her secret. At first she wouldn’t tell him, but three bottles later, she flashed her trademark grin.
She gave him a knowing look. “Sage.”
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One day they are sitting the mess and (amazingly) not arguing. He’s staring into his cup of coffee as if it is an oracle, and she is watching him, absently rubbing the ring on her thumb. Neither of them is hungry enough to eat what is in front of them.
“Know what I miss the most?”
He looks up, blinks. He’s tired. “What, Kara?”
She gives him a knowing look. “Sage.”