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[lostinapapercup]

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Idea #2 - exploring New Caprica

[lizardbeth_j]

The rain was coming down in sheets, turning the path outside the tent into mud and the space inside the tent into a steamy, grumpy mess - and that was just Kara.

"I should never have come down to this hellhole," she grumbled and sat on the bed, kicking her foot. Each kick hit the skinny leg of the little table which held some food and her small jars of paint threatening to knock it all down. She was testing it with each nudge, not quite hard enough to make it collapse, but the things on top trembled each time.

Sort of like how she was testing him with each complaint. "I don't like the rain either. Not this much."

"You're the one who wanted to come down."

He bit his lip on a few possible responses to that accusation and just sighed.. "I don't really want to fight with you when it's going to end with one of us stomping out, and it's frakking miserable out there. So let's either frak or play cards."

She let out an aggravated groan as if bored with both those things. Abruptly, she stood and faced him. "Let's get out of here. I'll borrow a Raptor and we'll go someplace on this planet where it's not frakking raining buckets."

[kleenexcow]

The pre-flight checkoff was…a decidedly rough hour in the history of their relationship. She’d already cursed the Raptor itself, the clipboard, her tools, the state of machinery on New Caprica, the Chief, the pilot who’d last flown the Raptor, and Sam. Although apparently she wasn’t out of curses.

“Well frak any teacher who ever passed you!” she shouted. “Too frakking dumb to follow a simple instruction! Just dog the damn aft hatch!”

“Doesn't matter how loud you say it!" he shouted right back. "I still don't know what those words mean!"

She got up out of the pilot’s chair and walked past him, to the back end of the ship. She gripped a little wheel and spun it until it was tight. “See?” she said. “Dogged the aft hatch, not hard.” She walked back up to the chair and snatched up the clipboard. She glared at it, then looked up. “That does it.”

And five minutes later, they were in the air. This wasn’t Sam’s first time in a Raptor, but it was the first time he’d been in one so empty-both the ride up from Caprica and the ride down to New Caprica had been crowded, all the seats full with people actually engaged in work. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was for where he was allowed to go, but he didn’t get anywhere by being timid, so he went to the front of the Raptor and slid into the co-pilot seat.

He looked over at Kara. Stick in her hand, eyes on the sky, she looked every inch the consummate pilot. But-and this was a welcome sight-her expression had softened. She was relaxed now, comfortable, all of the tension of the last few days gone.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Damn Raptors fly like bricks,” she replied, but her tone was affectionate.

They rose above the clouds and into blue skies.