And you were there, and you
Title: And you were there, and you
Spoilers: Erm, none?
Characters/Pairing: Kara Thrace, Kara/Lee
Rating: Bad language - NC17?
Word Count: 1,092
Summary: She drinks four bottles of beer before bed, watches soaps and then films with bad sex scenes until three in the morning. She doesn't want to sleep, because she doesn't want to dream.
Note: hope the Americanisms are okay, let me know if something isn't right. Also, apologies about crazy font sizing, lj is not cooperating with me today!
And you were there, and you
She drinks four bottles of beer before bed, watches soaps and then films with bad sex scenes until three in the morning. She doesn’t want to sleep, because she doesn’t want to dream.
*
“Every night the same goddamn thing, Sharon,” she tells her friend on the phone. “I’m flying a…a plane…I’m flying a plane and there’s these things coming at me, only I’m not afraid.”
“You need some fucking therapy,” says Sharon, and she hears the baby crying in the background. “Kid needs changing. Talk to you later.”
Yeah, she needs therapy, but shrinks charge an arm and a leg and for what? Prescribing some pills. Mama always said there was nothing in there anyway, nothing to explore except a lifetime of apologies and hiding the scars.
She’s lonely now; she calls someone else.
*
“I don’t think you should have any more,”
“Fuck you, Lee,”
“I’m not holding your hair again,”
She looks at him sideways and even though she has trouble focusing on the buttons of his shirt she thinks he looks cute when he’s angry.
“You said you had something to tell me,”
He looks at his hands.
“I’m not gonna be your supervisor any more. I got a new job,”
She laughs.
“Shut up, who’d employ a deadbeat like you?”
“That law firm on 23rd Street. They just need someone to do the admin stuff in the office, but it pays well and they don’t ask for qualifications,”
“Now I definitely need another drink,”
He places his hand on hers and it tingles like the whisky she’s just shot in one.
“I’m really sorry I’m leaving you,”
“Yeah, well, I’m used to it,” she replies sardonically, and immediately regrets the self pity.
“I’ll be recommending you for the supervisor’s post,” he says earnestly, and his eyes are too blue for her to look straight into.
“I hate paperwork,” she replies with a grimace. “Besides, they’ll always be comparing me to you.”
He grins.
“So, now you’re no longer my boss…we can have sex, right?” she jokes boldly, running her finger down his breast bone. He catches it tight and says with conviction,
“No.”
*
“Can somebody please get their lazy ass into aisle four and reface the shampoo!” barks the store manager as he barges into the staff cigarette break, prompting a collective grumble as they pick themselves up off the crates and shuffle back inside.
“Geez,” she mumbles. “Keep your freaking hat on.”
“Excuse me, young lady?”
He’s mad; she can’t resist prodding further. Knowing him he’s probably been drinking in the storeroom, because that’s Saul all over.
“I said, keep your hat on. The store isn’t gonna close just because one bottle of shampoo is out of line,”
“You are on very thin ice, Thrace,” he says, and she can almost see the veins in his temples throbbing. Oh, she loves this part; if only she had the courage to tell him what she really thought of his so called management. “Now get on to the floor and start selling stuff, because if we don’t make our targets this month it’ll be your ass on the line and this time there’s no Leland to save it. Am I making myself clear?”
“As crystal,”
She bites back her curses. She needs this job more than it needs her.
*
“And then this woman comes up to the counter, she’s gotta be like, what, forty five? And she says ‘excuse me, uh, I’m looking for the condoms’, and I get them for her, but then I look outside and she’s getting into this guy’s car and - you’ll never guess who it was…,”
“Who?”
“…Lee’s dad!”
“Fuck me!” says Mags, and Sharon snorts into her drink.
“I know,”
“I need to get out of that store, Tigh nearly knocked me on my ass today,” she muses, and Mags nods in agreement.
“For sure, you should come work in the drive-in with me,”
“You want fries with that?”
“See, you’re a natural,”
“No thanks,”
Sharon finishes the last of her beer and pats down her pockets.
“Out of cash guys, you want to shout me the next one, Maggie?”
“Sure,”
“At least you’ve got a job, Kara. You could be like me. Don’t get yourself knocked up,” Sharon says regretfully. “Seems like I spend my whole day up to my eyes in diapers and formula.”
“Fat chance,” she replies. “This is currently a man free zone.”
“You need a sportsman,” remarks Mags astutely. “Someone who can keep up with you.”
“Hey, you had any of those weird dreams lately?” asks Sharon.
She shivers, and thinks only of the expanse of stars and trails of fire behind her eyelids.
“No,” she lies.
*
Karl knows something’s up.
“You want to chat about it? Baby’s asleep,” he says softly when she turns up on his doorstep at midnight, wild eyed and shaking.
“I….no,”
She wants to tell him about the creatures that flash through the sky and the sight of them bursting into flame when she shoots them. She wants to tell him that he’s there with her in this world of danger and excitement, only it’s not him, it’s -
“I’m insane,” she tells him quietly. He holds her close to his chest.
*
“Tigh finally fired you, huh?”
“Yeah,”
Mags whistles.
“That blows. Sorry,”
“Eh, I’ll survive. So, you know you were talking about the job at yours? Think you could get me in?”
There’s an awkward pause.
“Um…the thing is…I don’t think there’s really any room for another worker, we only just hired Dee and…”
“You’d rather work with that bitch than me?”
“If it were my decision, Kara…,”
She hangs up.
*
Alone again; a pile of empties by the TV and a carton of cold Chinese that is no longer appealing on the table in front of her. She wishes she had the guts to call Lee and ask him over, but after the way she embarrassed herself the other night it’s probably not the best idea. Starbuck would. Oh fuck, it’s come to that? Kara Thrace with her boring ass life in this godforsaken town and nothing happening for the foreseeable future, taking advice from a dream.
She unscrews the whisky, pours herself a large measure and then another. Starbuck would. She’d blow some enemies to smithereens, get wasted, screw three guys and all of that before breakfast. Yeah.
In her grey little apartment, on her ratty, stained sofa, Kara Thrace drifts off. She sleeps; she dreams; she flies. The stars are bright.
Spoilers: Erm, none?
Characters/Pairing: Kara Thrace, Kara/Lee
Rating: Bad language - NC17?
Word Count: 1,092
Summary: She drinks four bottles of beer before bed, watches soaps and then films with bad sex scenes until three in the morning. She doesn't want to sleep, because she doesn't want to dream.
Note: hope the Americanisms are okay, let me know if something isn't right. Also, apologies about crazy font sizing, lj is not cooperating with me today!
And you were there, and you
She drinks four bottles of beer before bed, watches soaps and then films with bad sex scenes until three in the morning. She doesn’t want to sleep, because she doesn’t want to dream.
*
“Every night the same goddamn thing, Sharon,” she tells her friend on the phone. “I’m flying a…a plane…I’m flying a plane and there’s these things coming at me, only I’m not afraid.”
“You need some fucking therapy,” says Sharon, and she hears the baby crying in the background. “Kid needs changing. Talk to you later.”
Yeah, she needs therapy, but shrinks charge an arm and a leg and for what? Prescribing some pills. Mama always said there was nothing in there anyway, nothing to explore except a lifetime of apologies and hiding the scars.
She’s lonely now; she calls someone else.
*
“I don’t think you should have any more,”
“Fuck you, Lee,”
“I’m not holding your hair again,”
She looks at him sideways and even though she has trouble focusing on the buttons of his shirt she thinks he looks cute when he’s angry.
“You said you had something to tell me,”
He looks at his hands.
“I’m not gonna be your supervisor any more. I got a new job,”
She laughs.
“Shut up, who’d employ a deadbeat like you?”
“That law firm on 23rd Street. They just need someone to do the admin stuff in the office, but it pays well and they don’t ask for qualifications,”
“Now I definitely need another drink,”
He places his hand on hers and it tingles like the whisky she’s just shot in one.
“I’m really sorry I’m leaving you,”
“Yeah, well, I’m used to it,” she replies sardonically, and immediately regrets the self pity.
“I’ll be recommending you for the supervisor’s post,” he says earnestly, and his eyes are too blue for her to look straight into.
“I hate paperwork,” she replies with a grimace. “Besides, they’ll always be comparing me to you.”
He grins.
“So, now you’re no longer my boss…we can have sex, right?” she jokes boldly, running her finger down his breast bone. He catches it tight and says with conviction,
“No.”
*
“Can somebody please get their lazy ass into aisle four and reface the shampoo!” barks the store manager as he barges into the staff cigarette break, prompting a collective grumble as they pick themselves up off the crates and shuffle back inside.
“Geez,” she mumbles. “Keep your freaking hat on.”
“Excuse me, young lady?”
He’s mad; she can’t resist prodding further. Knowing him he’s probably been drinking in the storeroom, because that’s Saul all over.
“I said, keep your hat on. The store isn’t gonna close just because one bottle of shampoo is out of line,”
“You are on very thin ice, Thrace,” he says, and she can almost see the veins in his temples throbbing. Oh, she loves this part; if only she had the courage to tell him what she really thought of his so called management. “Now get on to the floor and start selling stuff, because if we don’t make our targets this month it’ll be your ass on the line and this time there’s no Leland to save it. Am I making myself clear?”
“As crystal,”
She bites back her curses. She needs this job more than it needs her.
*
“And then this woman comes up to the counter, she’s gotta be like, what, forty five? And she says ‘excuse me, uh, I’m looking for the condoms’, and I get them for her, but then I look outside and she’s getting into this guy’s car and - you’ll never guess who it was…,”
“Who?”
“…Lee’s dad!”
“Fuck me!” says Mags, and Sharon snorts into her drink.
“I know,”
“I need to get out of that store, Tigh nearly knocked me on my ass today,” she muses, and Mags nods in agreement.
“For sure, you should come work in the drive-in with me,”
“You want fries with that?”
“See, you’re a natural,”
“No thanks,”
Sharon finishes the last of her beer and pats down her pockets.
“Out of cash guys, you want to shout me the next one, Maggie?”
“Sure,”
“At least you’ve got a job, Kara. You could be like me. Don’t get yourself knocked up,” Sharon says regretfully. “Seems like I spend my whole day up to my eyes in diapers and formula.”
“Fat chance,” she replies. “This is currently a man free zone.”
“You need a sportsman,” remarks Mags astutely. “Someone who can keep up with you.”
“Hey, you had any of those weird dreams lately?” asks Sharon.
She shivers, and thinks only of the expanse of stars and trails of fire behind her eyelids.
“No,” she lies.
*
Karl knows something’s up.
“You want to chat about it? Baby’s asleep,” he says softly when she turns up on his doorstep at midnight, wild eyed and shaking.
“I….no,”
She wants to tell him about the creatures that flash through the sky and the sight of them bursting into flame when she shoots them. She wants to tell him that he’s there with her in this world of danger and excitement, only it’s not him, it’s -
“I’m insane,” she tells him quietly. He holds her close to his chest.
*
“Tigh finally fired you, huh?”
“Yeah,”
Mags whistles.
“That blows. Sorry,”
“Eh, I’ll survive. So, you know you were talking about the job at yours? Think you could get me in?”
There’s an awkward pause.
“Um…the thing is…I don’t think there’s really any room for another worker, we only just hired Dee and…”
“You’d rather work with that bitch than me?”
“If it were my decision, Kara…,”
She hangs up.
*
Alone again; a pile of empties by the TV and a carton of cold Chinese that is no longer appealing on the table in front of her. She wishes she had the guts to call Lee and ask him over, but after the way she embarrassed herself the other night it’s probably not the best idea. Starbuck would. Oh fuck, it’s come to that? Kara Thrace with her boring ass life in this godforsaken town and nothing happening for the foreseeable future, taking advice from a dream.
She unscrews the whisky, pours herself a large measure and then another. Starbuck would. She’d blow some enemies to smithereens, get wasted, screw three guys and all of that before breakfast. Yeah.
In her grey little apartment, on her ratty, stained sofa, Kara Thrace drifts off. She sleeps; she dreams; she flies. The stars are bright.