3 drabbles {bsg - kara/leoben; ga - alex; ats/dlm - cordelia/daisy}
circling the drain - kara/leoben - set during 3.01
It’s the in-between that’s the worst. The hours where all she’s left with is herself and her thoughts and this overwhelming sense of hopelessness. When he’s here there’s always something to do. Plans to make, another way to kill him, one that maybe, just maybe, might work this time.
(If it does, she thinks, then she’s alone, until someone finds her, which might be days, weeks, months, and losing that contact means losing something else, some part of her that knows who she is, what she is, in relation to him, to the outside world - it scares her enough to stop her from trying, sometimes, to let her give up).
Kara kills him at dinner, the fifth time, then she finishes her dinner, washes his down the drain, washes blood down the drain right after it. The guilt, the remorse that she should feel, is absent. He isn’t human and it’s not blood. Just crimson liquid that slips down her fingertips, down the fork that’s still in his chest.
She leaves the bloody handprint next to the body. She’s past the idea of trying to pretend that this is something that it’s not, of covering up all reminders of death and hate. Of trying to preserve some façade of normalcy and (lost) innocence. There would be no point in that.
Instead she changes her clothes and waits.
(He gives her purpose, in some sick way, and she has been stripped of everything else, she can’t lose that too - even if that means she needs him to walk back down those stairs; it’s a weakness he won’t see for what it is and that’s the only thing that will keep her warm tonight).
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there will be no white flag - alex | alex/izzie - post 5.09
The way Alex figures it it’s something he’s doing wrong. It usually is (once people tell you that enough it starts to be your automatic response, as in he cheated, he wasn’t there for her, he acted like an asshole because there was no one else to take it out on).
So he’ll try something new, be the nice guy, kill them with kindness, not just Izzie but Bailey, patients, everyone. Change. Maybe if he changes enough, chips pieces of himself away, he will be what she wants. Maybe things will be okay then.
She still dreams of Denny (Alex is a variety of things, stupid was never one of them) and he bends over backwards to fit the mold, fill the void left behind.
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red and purple lipstick all over the page - cordelia/daisy - set during Angel season 1
Their acting professor should’ve known better than to put two divas together - it was going to end badly one way or other.
This ends as such in a prop closet, nowhere near stage left. Daisy, the girl with entitlement issues (meaning she thinks she’s entitled to everything, not limited to but including everyone’s undying love and admiration) and an accent that insists that she isn’t from SoHo, as much as she claims she is, and Cordelia, who once upon a time before daddy went under was entitled to pretty much anything and never claimed to be from anywhere but Sunnydale.
This ends with Daisy saying Cordelia’s name for the fourteenth time that day, with that incredibly irritating condescending tone that makes Cordy very glad that she is above throwing things. As in “Cordelia you have to round your lips like this” or “Cordelia you’re supposed to look troubled not constipated” and it’s like she thinks she’s actually the teacher or something (granted she insists she’s had experience in acting before but Cordelia’s never seen her before, and so she pretty much just rolls her eyes when Daisy’s not looking). Right now it comes in the form of “Cordelia he said prop knives, not guns.”
This ends with Cordelia pushing her backwards with one hand, and, in what was probably not her greatest moment (of genius or otherwise) threatens her with a nail file. “Okay, first of all stop saying my name. Second of all, I don’t know what makes you think you’re better than everyone else but get off of your high horse or whatever.”
This ends with Daisy doing the only thing she seems to know how to do when it comes to getting out of things (or getting into them, if that time Cordelia showed up early for class and found Daisy with her shirt half unbuttoned and lipstick half-kissed off, the professor flustered as hell, was any indication). She kisses her full on the lips.
Ten minutes later someone raps on the door, looking for them, and Cordelia’s hair and clothes are a disheveled mess and Daisy seems to have quieted down, at least for the moment, but it was well worth it for the peace and quiet.