Pentathlon Fic #4: Kara/Lee
Title: Rising
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Word Count: 557
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zombie apocalypse AU, because why not.
“Cold beans or cold beans?” Kara asked, rummaging through her pack.
“We got cold beans?” Lee replied flippantly, and she threw a can at him.
“Your turn to cook,” she said.
“It was my turn to cook last night,” he replied.
“But I carried the food,” she said. Which was ridiculous, because he’d offered to carry the bag this morning, to which she’d responded with a think I can’t carry it myself, you big, strong maaaan? But day 32 on the road with Kara Thrace, and he’d learned it was pointless to try to pitch those kinds of fights. Or this kind, for that matter, so he cracked open the can and found a place to wedge it in the fire.
All of the sudden, she stood up straight, head cocked. “Do you hear that?” she whispered.
All he heard was the crackling of the fire, but she was already loading her gun. “On me?” she asked, and he drew his gun, following behind her at a crouch into the forest.
Sure enough, she’d heard right. The zombie was ambling through the forest, slow, steady progress despite a half-gnawed leg. “I’ve got this one,” he whispered, and at the sound of his voice the zombie turned to look at them, a deep, guttural moan echoing out of its decaying lips.
“I can-” she began, but even if he’d let her carry all of the heavy things and take the worst night watches and go first into dangerous buildings, he liked to spare her this. It wasn’t so long ago that disaster had struck, and if he still saw a glimmer of Zak in every milky zombie eye, surely she did, too. She didn’t move as he got up from their position, a rock in his hand, and he knew she wasn’t just waiting to shoot. No use wasting a bullet on just one walker.
But this one was messy, rotten, and despite a well-practiced hand he still got brain matter all over his shirt. They boiled water back at camp to disinfect his clothes, and he kept his naked upper body warm by the fire as they ate their overdone beans.
That night, they settled in close to each other for warmth, for safety. Or so he thought, anyway, until her hands found their way below the waistline of his pants, something they hadn’t done since before his brother died. Since before she killed him. “I know why you always kill the walkers,” she whispered.
“Zak,” he replied, and even he didn’t know if it was a response to her statement or a protest of why they shouldn’t be doing this.
“Shh,” she said, kissing him.
He knew it was pointless to pitch these kinds of fights, so he did not protest, as they found comfort with each other in the darkness. Two lost souls, possibly the last people on earth, for all they knew. Afterwards, he held her close but neither of them slept, listening for some hint of a threat, for the ever present-danger.
But morning dawned without incident, and they rose to gather their things. Kara took the heavier pack, but she allowed him to kiss her in the daylight, and for all their weariness, he felt a stirring hope he hadn’t felt in weeks. The extinguished their fire, and continued their search.
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Word Count: 557
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zombie apocalypse AU, because why not.
“Cold beans or cold beans?” Kara asked, rummaging through her pack.
“We got cold beans?” Lee replied flippantly, and she threw a can at him.
“Your turn to cook,” she said.
“It was my turn to cook last night,” he replied.
“But I carried the food,” she said. Which was ridiculous, because he’d offered to carry the bag this morning, to which she’d responded with a think I can’t carry it myself, you big, strong maaaan? But day 32 on the road with Kara Thrace, and he’d learned it was pointless to try to pitch those kinds of fights. Or this kind, for that matter, so he cracked open the can and found a place to wedge it in the fire.
All of the sudden, she stood up straight, head cocked. “Do you hear that?” she whispered.
All he heard was the crackling of the fire, but she was already loading her gun. “On me?” she asked, and he drew his gun, following behind her at a crouch into the forest.
Sure enough, she’d heard right. The zombie was ambling through the forest, slow, steady progress despite a half-gnawed leg. “I’ve got this one,” he whispered, and at the sound of his voice the zombie turned to look at them, a deep, guttural moan echoing out of its decaying lips.
“I can-” she began, but even if he’d let her carry all of the heavy things and take the worst night watches and go first into dangerous buildings, he liked to spare her this. It wasn’t so long ago that disaster had struck, and if he still saw a glimmer of Zak in every milky zombie eye, surely she did, too. She didn’t move as he got up from their position, a rock in his hand, and he knew she wasn’t just waiting to shoot. No use wasting a bullet on just one walker.
But this one was messy, rotten, and despite a well-practiced hand he still got brain matter all over his shirt. They boiled water back at camp to disinfect his clothes, and he kept his naked upper body warm by the fire as they ate their overdone beans.
That night, they settled in close to each other for warmth, for safety. Or so he thought, anyway, until her hands found their way below the waistline of his pants, something they hadn’t done since before his brother died. Since before she killed him. “I know why you always kill the walkers,” she whispered.
“Zak,” he replied, and even he didn’t know if it was a response to her statement or a protest of why they shouldn’t be doing this.
“Shh,” she said, kissing him.
He knew it was pointless to pitch these kinds of fights, so he did not protest, as they found comfort with each other in the darkness. Two lost souls, possibly the last people on earth, for all they knew. Afterwards, he held her close but neither of them slept, listening for some hint of a threat, for the ever present-danger.
But morning dawned without incident, and they rose to gather their things. Kara took the heavier pack, but she allowed him to kiss her in the daylight, and for all their weariness, he felt a stirring hope he hadn’t felt in weeks. The extinguished their fire, and continued their search.