I wrote a quasi-Anders/Sharon fic before - although not exactly. It wasn't shippy but they were in it together :D
*hugs Sharon drabbles*
Write me one back in return! :D Make it a drabble tree. ;) Start YOUR drabble with the last word of one of my drabbles. 100 words, dude ..... I double dog dare ya ;) Go on, go on! :D
"I know," she replied, sitting on her bed and staring down at her hands. "It's just hard to believe, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
Hard to believe was a mild way of putting it, he thought. It had been hard to believe when Kara had stepped out of the Caprican forest, led by this Cylon to come find him. It had been hard to believe when he had heard that the admiral had given permission for this Cylon to marry Karl Agathon. And now it was hard to believe that he was sitting with this Cylon in her cell, the day before her wedding, trying to calm her nerves while Kara took the groom out for a last hurrah.
"Just be yourself, Sharon," he said. "Trust me. Everything else will take care of itself."
Gah! You had to double-dog dare me didn't you? :P I've got a feeling this is more than 100 words...do I lose the dare? Heh.
Woohoo! I have a drabble. :D OK, right back at you, although you were really mean to end on the word 'itself'. :P
"Itself?" Sam's voice rose with anger.
"Sam, it's ok," Boomer said in a low voice.
"It's not ok. Boomer's a 'she', not an 'it'. How many times are we going to have to go through this dance?"
"What the frak is it with you men? Cylon-lovers, all of you. What happened to you Sam - you used to blow up skin jobs like this one without hesitation!"
"Boomer's different."
"Athena maybe, this is the one who shot the old man."
"Sam. Please. Let it go - this isn't going to help anything," Boomer said, edging out of the room.
"You risked your life to bring us that information - you deserve respect."
"Respect is earned," Kara's voice was deathly cold, "not freely given to a toaster only doing its job."
"And coming onto a ship full of enemies with weapons drawn isn't enough of a price?" Sam glanced at the door through which Boomer had slipped. "That was hardly 'doing its job'." He looked back at his wife, at her insolent stare, and felt the bile of a year's worth of anger rise into his throat.
He knew if he said another word, it would be something he'd regret. Instead he turned on his heel, walked through the door, and let his eyes meet the worried ones of the resurrected pilot.
The world needs Sharon/Anders fic now! :)
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*hugs Sharon drabbles*
Write me one back in return! :D Make it a drabble tree. ;) Start YOUR drabble with the last word of one of my drabbles. 100 words, dude ..... I double dog dare ya ;) Go on, go on! :D
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"I know," she replied, sitting on her bed and staring down at her hands. "It's just hard to believe, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
Hard to believe was a mild way of putting it, he thought. It had been hard to believe when Kara had stepped out of the Caprican forest, led by this Cylon to come find him. It had been hard to believe when he had heard that the admiral had given permission for this Cylon to marry Karl Agathon. And now it was hard to believe that he was sitting with this Cylon in her cell, the day before her wedding, trying to calm her nerves while Kara took the groom out for a last hurrah.
"Just be yourself, Sharon," he said. "Trust me. Everything else will take care of itself."
Gah! You had to double-dog dare me didn't you? :P I've got a feeling this is more than 100 words...do I lose the dare? Heh.
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"Itself?" Sam's voice rose with anger.
"Sam, it's ok," Boomer said in a low voice.
"It's not ok. Boomer's a 'she', not an 'it'. How many times are we going to have to go through this dance?"
"What the frak is it with you men? Cylon-lovers, all of you. What happened to you Sam - you used to blow up skin jobs like this one without hesitation!"
"Boomer's different."
"Athena maybe, this is the one who shot the old man."
"Sam. Please. Let it go - this isn't going to help anything," Boomer said, edging out of the room.
"You risked your life to bring us that information - you deserve respect."
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"Respect is earned," Kara's voice was deathly cold, "not freely given to a toaster only doing its job."
"And coming onto a ship full of enemies with weapons drawn isn't enough of a price?" Sam glanced at the door through which Boomer had slipped. "That was hardly 'doing its job'." He looked back at his wife, at her insolent stare, and felt the bile of a year's worth of anger rise into his throat.
He knew if he said another word, it would be something he'd regret. Instead he turned on his heel, walked through the door, and let his eyes meet the worried ones of the resurrected pilot.
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Have a haiku
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::runs off to play with Ronon while Koala writes her drabble:::
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