fic: SG-1/BSG, Rational
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: er...13ish? Kissing is mentioned. Yep.
Fandoms: Stargate: SG-1/newBattlestar Galactica (yes, this is actually a proper crossover. Yays)
Pairing: Samantha Carter/Kara Thrace
Spoilers: earlyish season nine for SG-1, a bit after the mid-point of season 2 for BSG.
Notes: This's for woodface who wanted holiday fic that was happy. I'm, ah, not sure this ended exactly the way you'd've liked, though....
Words: 1,500.
Rational
by ALC Punk!
It's her first Thanksgiving since her dad passed away. And, yeah, Jacob Carter hadn't been around for most of the previous ones, but Sam Carter still felt melancholy as she stood off to one side and watched General Landry negotiate some more with President Roslin.
Daniel, Cameron and Teal'c had lucked into dancing with the colonials. They were cavorting to music with bagpipes in it. It would have been amusing if Sam hadn't felt quite so sad.
"Carter?"
Glancing sideways, Sam spotted Starbuck headed her way, smirk on her face. With an internal sigh, Sam reminded herself that she couldn't pick a fight with an officer from the fleet. She pasted a smile onto her lips, and tried to sound gracious. "Captain Thrace."
"Looked like you could use a drink," the pilot said, holding out the glass in her hand.
"I--" Well, she could. Sam accepted the cup. "Thank you." She took a sip. Something slightly tangy slid across her tongue and down her throat. The slight kick at the end reminded her it was alcoholic.
"Good, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." Sam felt something almost nice towards the other woman.
"I know where there's more."
Sam briefly considered, then nodded. "All right. Lead the way." After all, if they wanted to cement relations with the colonial fleet, alcohol could also help. Also, Sam was kind of hoping she could get over her dislike for the captain. She didn't enjoy the feeling the woman caused, and friction with an ally might cause future problems.
At least, that was how she planned to rationalize getting drunk with Kara Thrace.
Not that she put it in quite those terms to herself as she followed Starbuck into one of the raptors they'd landed at the beta site.
When the fleet had been discovered, there'd been distrust on all sides. Distrust from the colonials for humans who could be cylons. Distrust from the Tau'ri for humans who could easily be in league with the remnants of the goa'uld, or the allies of the orii. Both sides had proved to be neither, though both sides weren't quite certain what they had discovered in the other.
For the Galactica and her fleet, their search for Earth would be over, yet they would not have found a home. For the Tau'ri, perhaps another ally had been discovered in the ongoing fight for survival in a universe that was cold and uncaring.
And the scientists were just itching to get their hands on the ships. Sam ran a hand over the skin of the short-range shuttle they called a raptor before clambering up to sit inside with Captain Thrace. She'd seen the vipers that pilots like Thrace flew, and between the two ships, Sam could almost see the new breed of '302s she could design. Something that wouldn't require two pilots, something that would be more compact. But she wasn't sitting next to Kara to plan the design of a new wing of ships.
"Here." Thrace held out a bottle.
Sam held out her glass, then watched as Thrace poured and the green liquid splashed into it. "Thank you."
"Bottom's up," suggested Kara before raising the bottle to her lips and taking a healthy swallow.
Following suit, Sam closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of the liquid sliding down her throat again. The taste was even better, this time around, and a warmth began to pulse through her. Absently, she calculated how much alcohol had to be in it for the effect to be this swift.
"You know," Kara remarked after they'd had several drinks in near-silence, "You're much less annoying when that stick gets removed from your ass."
"What?" The relaxation gone, Sam stiffened.
"Relax."
"At least I don't act like I need a leash to restrain me." Sam retorted. Then she blushed and glanced at her glass.
"Aw, Carter, you're all heart."
Apparently, Kara took the words as a compliment. Sam held out her glass, "Hit me again."
Chuckling, Kara poured the last of the bottle out for her. "You're a lush, Carter. How does the rest of your team put up with you?"
Sam took a sip and then wriggled around to put a wall at her back. Falling over now would be a bad idea. "I don't drink around them." Usually, they were being shot at anyway. Or there was alien technology to play with. Sam's fingers itched to start poking at the control systems of the raptor, but there hadn't been any sort of agreement reached yet. Probably, her being in the raptor constituted some sort of breach of trust, but Sam figured Thrace being there mitigated the damage.
"Hey, Carter."
"Yeah?" Sam focused on Kara and blinked.
Kara waved the empty bottle. "You want more, or are you set for the night?" She snickered, "Actually, you look like you're set for a whole month, at least."
"I didn't eat much," Sam defended herself, proud of the fact that her voice wasn't slurring at all.
"Yeah? Half a bottle of ambrosia, and you're flat on your ass."
"Not flat." With care, Sam set her glass on the floor and eyed the instrument panel over Thrace's shoulder. "I just can't wait to take you apart."
"Why wait?"
It was a good question. After all, the arguments and negotiations could go on forever. And Sam Carter was the best person they had to start examining the alien technology to see if it could be adapted for use on Earth. And bureaucratic red tape be damned, but it was what she liked to do. She licked her lips and shot Thrace a glance, "I won't tell if you won't." Which was childish, but she was feeling sulky. So it worked.
Thrace's eyebrows went up, "Like that, huh?"
"Well, it wouldn't help the negotiations." Sam pointed out practically.
A smirk appeared on Thrace's lips. "Don't know about that."
"Anyway." Sam tried to stand and found that she didn't really want to go further than her knees. Her knees were nice. "I won't poke around too much. Just a little."
Thrace's eyebrows went up. "Really. And what makes you think I'll let you off easy?"
Not bothering to answer, since the question made little sense, Sam moved towards the panel. She was nearly there when she realized Thrace hadn't moved. "You're in the way."
"Kind of the point, Carter."
Sam frowned at her and moved closer. She could, she supposed just lean over Thrace. Vaguely, she wondered if she should object to the other woman not calling her 'colonel'. Really, hearing 'Carter' just made her think of General O'Neill, and that made her vaguely cranky. But there was new tech to look at, which he wouldn't have cared about.
"Wait." Thrace reached out and grabbed her collar. "You sure about this? It's not just the ambrosia?"
Really, Sam's hands were practically itching. She could see details on the panel that looked very similar to electronics equipment on Earth. "Very sure."
"Good." With ease, Thrace moved onto her knees, pulled at Sam's collar, and kissed her full on the lips.
She must have picked up static from somewhere. That was all Sam could think as an electric shock passed through her, causing her brain to short out just a little. It made sense. Really. Because it took her several seconds to process the idea that Thrace was kissing her. Kissing her really nicely, too.
Caught off-guard, Sam kissed her back.
Several more seconds passed before she actually was reminded that her original goal had been the panel of instruments and not Kara. Almost reluctantly, she mumbled, "Kara..."
Thrace's reply wasn't verbal.
Really, Sam decided fuzzily as Kara's tongue slid expertly along hers, she was going to have to invest in batteries again. This whole not having a sex-life thing was doing horrible things to her libido.
Abruptly, Thrace stopped kissing her. "Carter?"
"Thrace--Kara," Sam licked her lips and tried to think of the best way to put her words. "I meant the technology," she blurted.
Oh. Smooth. Real smooth, there. Sam closed her eyes.
"You mean--oh. Ah."
The silence lasted far too long for Sam. She reopened her eyes to find Thrace studying her intently. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for, um..."
"Hey." Thrace pulled away from her and stood up. She was almost steady, "Whatever, Carter."
"No, I really meant the panel. I'm a scientist, captain, I'm not--" Sam swore mentally. She really wasn't making this any better.
"Carter. Whatever keeps you warm at night, ok?" With that parting shot, Thrace headed out of the raptor and back to the gathering.
Staring after her a moment, Sam sighed. Really. It was her own fault. Here she was, first Thanksgiving since her dad had passed away, and she wasn't doing anything that would make him proud. Still... Sam turned back to the panel. Kara had left her in the raptor. And it wasn't like she could really hurt the systems. She was, after all, going to just look.
Moving the last few inches to the panel, Sam began investigating how to remove it. The knife in her pocket had the perfect screw-head, and, seven screws later, she was elbows-deep in alien circuitry. Or not-so alien circuitry, since it was definitely somewhat similar to Earth technology.
Not that she cared. Sam was happy.
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Rating: er...13ish? Kissing is mentioned. Yep.
Fandoms: Stargate: SG-1/newBattlestar Galactica (yes, this is actually a proper crossover. Yays)
Pairing: Samantha Carter/Kara Thrace
Spoilers: earlyish season nine for SG-1, a bit after the mid-point of season 2 for BSG.
Notes: This's for woodface who wanted holiday fic that was happy. I'm, ah, not sure this ended exactly the way you'd've liked, though....
Words: 1,500.
Rational
by ALC Punk!
It's her first Thanksgiving since her dad passed away. And, yeah, Jacob Carter hadn't been around for most of the previous ones, but Sam Carter still felt melancholy as she stood off to one side and watched General Landry negotiate some more with President Roslin.
Daniel, Cameron and Teal'c had lucked into dancing with the colonials. They were cavorting to music with bagpipes in it. It would have been amusing if Sam hadn't felt quite so sad.
"Carter?"
Glancing sideways, Sam spotted Starbuck headed her way, smirk on her face. With an internal sigh, Sam reminded herself that she couldn't pick a fight with an officer from the fleet. She pasted a smile onto her lips, and tried to sound gracious. "Captain Thrace."
"Looked like you could use a drink," the pilot said, holding out the glass in her hand.
"I--" Well, she could. Sam accepted the cup. "Thank you." She took a sip. Something slightly tangy slid across her tongue and down her throat. The slight kick at the end reminded her it was alcoholic.
"Good, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." Sam felt something almost nice towards the other woman.
"I know where there's more."
Sam briefly considered, then nodded. "All right. Lead the way." After all, if they wanted to cement relations with the colonial fleet, alcohol could also help. Also, Sam was kind of hoping she could get over her dislike for the captain. She didn't enjoy the feeling the woman caused, and friction with an ally might cause future problems.
At least, that was how she planned to rationalize getting drunk with Kara Thrace.
Not that she put it in quite those terms to herself as she followed Starbuck into one of the raptors they'd landed at the beta site.
When the fleet had been discovered, there'd been distrust on all sides. Distrust from the colonials for humans who could be cylons. Distrust from the Tau'ri for humans who could easily be in league with the remnants of the goa'uld, or the allies of the orii. Both sides had proved to be neither, though both sides weren't quite certain what they had discovered in the other.
For the Galactica and her fleet, their search for Earth would be over, yet they would not have found a home. For the Tau'ri, perhaps another ally had been discovered in the ongoing fight for survival in a universe that was cold and uncaring.
And the scientists were just itching to get their hands on the ships. Sam ran a hand over the skin of the short-range shuttle they called a raptor before clambering up to sit inside with Captain Thrace. She'd seen the vipers that pilots like Thrace flew, and between the two ships, Sam could almost see the new breed of '302s she could design. Something that wouldn't require two pilots, something that would be more compact. But she wasn't sitting next to Kara to plan the design of a new wing of ships.
"Here." Thrace held out a bottle.
Sam held out her glass, then watched as Thrace poured and the green liquid splashed into it. "Thank you."
"Bottom's up," suggested Kara before raising the bottle to her lips and taking a healthy swallow.
Following suit, Sam closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of the liquid sliding down her throat again. The taste was even better, this time around, and a warmth began to pulse through her. Absently, she calculated how much alcohol had to be in it for the effect to be this swift.
"You know," Kara remarked after they'd had several drinks in near-silence, "You're much less annoying when that stick gets removed from your ass."
"What?" The relaxation gone, Sam stiffened.
"Relax."
"At least I don't act like I need a leash to restrain me." Sam retorted. Then she blushed and glanced at her glass.
"Aw, Carter, you're all heart."
Apparently, Kara took the words as a compliment. Sam held out her glass, "Hit me again."
Chuckling, Kara poured the last of the bottle out for her. "You're a lush, Carter. How does the rest of your team put up with you?"
Sam took a sip and then wriggled around to put a wall at her back. Falling over now would be a bad idea. "I don't drink around them." Usually, they were being shot at anyway. Or there was alien technology to play with. Sam's fingers itched to start poking at the control systems of the raptor, but there hadn't been any sort of agreement reached yet. Probably, her being in the raptor constituted some sort of breach of trust, but Sam figured Thrace being there mitigated the damage.
"Hey, Carter."
"Yeah?" Sam focused on Kara and blinked.
Kara waved the empty bottle. "You want more, or are you set for the night?" She snickered, "Actually, you look like you're set for a whole month, at least."
"I didn't eat much," Sam defended herself, proud of the fact that her voice wasn't slurring at all.
"Yeah? Half a bottle of ambrosia, and you're flat on your ass."
"Not flat." With care, Sam set her glass on the floor and eyed the instrument panel over Thrace's shoulder. "I just can't wait to take you apart."
"Why wait?"
It was a good question. After all, the arguments and negotiations could go on forever. And Sam Carter was the best person they had to start examining the alien technology to see if it could be adapted for use on Earth. And bureaucratic red tape be damned, but it was what she liked to do. She licked her lips and shot Thrace a glance, "I won't tell if you won't." Which was childish, but she was feeling sulky. So it worked.
Thrace's eyebrows went up, "Like that, huh?"
"Well, it wouldn't help the negotiations." Sam pointed out practically.
A smirk appeared on Thrace's lips. "Don't know about that."
"Anyway." Sam tried to stand and found that she didn't really want to go further than her knees. Her knees were nice. "I won't poke around too much. Just a little."
Thrace's eyebrows went up. "Really. And what makes you think I'll let you off easy?"
Not bothering to answer, since the question made little sense, Sam moved towards the panel. She was nearly there when she realized Thrace hadn't moved. "You're in the way."
"Kind of the point, Carter."
Sam frowned at her and moved closer. She could, she supposed just lean over Thrace. Vaguely, she wondered if she should object to the other woman not calling her 'colonel'. Really, hearing 'Carter' just made her think of General O'Neill, and that made her vaguely cranky. But there was new tech to look at, which he wouldn't have cared about.
"Wait." Thrace reached out and grabbed her collar. "You sure about this? It's not just the ambrosia?"
Really, Sam's hands were practically itching. She could see details on the panel that looked very similar to electronics equipment on Earth. "Very sure."
"Good." With ease, Thrace moved onto her knees, pulled at Sam's collar, and kissed her full on the lips.
She must have picked up static from somewhere. That was all Sam could think as an electric shock passed through her, causing her brain to short out just a little. It made sense. Really. Because it took her several seconds to process the idea that Thrace was kissing her. Kissing her really nicely, too.
Caught off-guard, Sam kissed her back.
Several more seconds passed before she actually was reminded that her original goal had been the panel of instruments and not Kara. Almost reluctantly, she mumbled, "Kara..."
Thrace's reply wasn't verbal.
Really, Sam decided fuzzily as Kara's tongue slid expertly along hers, she was going to have to invest in batteries again. This whole not having a sex-life thing was doing horrible things to her libido.
Abruptly, Thrace stopped kissing her. "Carter?"
"Thrace--Kara," Sam licked her lips and tried to think of the best way to put her words. "I meant the technology," she blurted.
Oh. Smooth. Real smooth, there. Sam closed her eyes.
"You mean--oh. Ah."
The silence lasted far too long for Sam. She reopened her eyes to find Thrace studying her intently. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for, um..."
"Hey." Thrace pulled away from her and stood up. She was almost steady, "Whatever, Carter."
"No, I really meant the panel. I'm a scientist, captain, I'm not--" Sam swore mentally. She really wasn't making this any better.
"Carter. Whatever keeps you warm at night, ok?" With that parting shot, Thrace headed out of the raptor and back to the gathering.
Staring after her a moment, Sam sighed. Really. It was her own fault. Here she was, first Thanksgiving since her dad had passed away, and she wasn't doing anything that would make him proud. Still... Sam turned back to the panel. Kara had left her in the raptor. And it wasn't like she could really hurt the systems. She was, after all, going to just look.
Moving the last few inches to the panel, Sam began investigating how to remove it. The knife in her pocket had the perfect screw-head, and, seven screws later, she was elbows-deep in alien circuitry. Or not-so alien circuitry, since it was definitely somewhat similar to Earth technology.
Not that she cared. Sam was happy.
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