BSG ficlet (Jean Barolay, Sam Anders)
I wrote two ficlets for lyssie's birthday. I figured I owed her for writing such awesome stuff that I ended up getting sucked into fanfic. ( Yes, really...) Also, she likes a lot of the same characters and pairs that I like, so it's fairly easy to come up with something appropriate for an LJ birthday present.
The Kara/Sam one ended up being almost 1000 words, which is HUGE for me, so I think I'm going to polish it up and repost it publicly later.
Here's the Jean and Sam ficlet--it's short and I'm done poking at it. (DB, I still have a different idea for Jean/Sam for you. It's in the 'fic to be written' line. *g*)
general info:
Sam Anders and Jean Barolay
(old) Caprica--before 'The Farm' (vague spoilers for that episode)
quick note: this assumes that Jean Barolay was a C-Buc before the attacks on the Colonial homeworlds. (I've written a different background for her in the past, so I wanted to clarify.)
At times it felt like before--Jean still spotted who would fit in which place on the team; Sam helped ease each person into that role, keeping the team close-knit and effective. But now the roles had different titles: sniper, lookout, decoy. The players weren't all dedicated athletes, but rather a mixture of scared campers, wary survivalists and the remnants of the C-Bucs.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Sam came into the classroom and sat next to her on the table. "Are you sure about this one?' He looked upset.
"Yes." She didn't add anything else; Sam would keep training the kid because they needed her. Sixteen years old--her father killed during the attacks and mother gone missing a few days later. Trina's father used to take her hunting, so she had experience with a rifle. Besides, what else could they do with her? Say alive and fight; that was all there was left.
"How's her aim for distance shooting?" she asked.
"Not consistent yet, but she had some good hits."
"Did she try the scope yet?"
"Not yet." He glanced at her. Jean didn't reply and Sam shifted, putting his feet onto the chair in front of him.
Finally she said, "The scope would be better for her, I think. Keep her further from the main action."
"Yeah, okay. I'll have Feder do some training with her tomorrow. He's the one with military experience and he's used one before"
"Good."
The classroom was so quiet--no hum of electricity, no cars driving past the old high school. The few survivors they'd managed to find had made about double the size of their original team roster, but even they couldn't make enough noise to fill this large building.
Sam said, "We need to send a team into the city to look for more anti-rad meds."
"Uh-huh."
"Hillard, Tanner and Sue-Shaun?"
"Don't send Sue-Shaun."
"Why not?"
"You ever notice how we're not finding female bodies? Lots of dead males, but hardly any dead females... especially not young females."
Sam didn't answer for a moment. He looked away and swallowed, face pale. "Right. Okay, we'll send Kembery instead."
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sam pulled out a cigarette and lit it; he took a deep breath then gave it to her. They passed it back and forth until it was reduced to ashes.
He finally spoke again. "You think Trina's mom got snatched?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. 'Course, she could've just given up and run away.
"So... Trina on the scope. We can put an extra lookout if we're in a high-risk situation."
"Yeah."
Looking at his worried face, she wanted to reassure him about keeping the girl safe, but there was no point in making promises they couldn't keep. They sat in the silence, looking at the dust motes and vanishing trails of cigarette smoke lit by the sun streaming into the classroom. End of the worlds... at least they could make those cylon bastards suffer a little before fading away.
The Kara/Sam one ended up being almost 1000 words, which is HUGE for me, so I think I'm going to polish it up and repost it publicly later.
Here's the Jean and Sam ficlet--it's short and I'm done poking at it. (DB, I still have a different idea for Jean/Sam for you. It's in the 'fic to be written' line. *g*)
general info:
Sam Anders and Jean Barolay
(old) Caprica--before 'The Farm' (vague spoilers for that episode)
quick note: this assumes that Jean Barolay was a C-Buc before the attacks on the Colonial homeworlds. (I've written a different background for her in the past, so I wanted to clarify.)
At times it felt like before--Jean still spotted who would fit in which place on the team; Sam helped ease each person into that role, keeping the team close-knit and effective. But now the roles had different titles: sniper, lookout, decoy. The players weren't all dedicated athletes, but rather a mixture of scared campers, wary survivalists and the remnants of the C-Bucs.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Sam came into the classroom and sat next to her on the table. "Are you sure about this one?' He looked upset.
"Yes." She didn't add anything else; Sam would keep training the kid because they needed her. Sixteen years old--her father killed during the attacks and mother gone missing a few days later. Trina's father used to take her hunting, so she had experience with a rifle. Besides, what else could they do with her? Say alive and fight; that was all there was left.
"How's her aim for distance shooting?" she asked.
"Not consistent yet, but she had some good hits."
"Did she try the scope yet?"
"Not yet." He glanced at her. Jean didn't reply and Sam shifted, putting his feet onto the chair in front of him.
Finally she said, "The scope would be better for her, I think. Keep her further from the main action."
"Yeah, okay. I'll have Feder do some training with her tomorrow. He's the one with military experience and he's used one before"
"Good."
The classroom was so quiet--no hum of electricity, no cars driving past the old high school. The few survivors they'd managed to find had made about double the size of their original team roster, but even they couldn't make enough noise to fill this large building.
Sam said, "We need to send a team into the city to look for more anti-rad meds."
"Uh-huh."
"Hillard, Tanner and Sue-Shaun?"
"Don't send Sue-Shaun."
"Why not?"
"You ever notice how we're not finding female bodies? Lots of dead males, but hardly any dead females... especially not young females."
Sam didn't answer for a moment. He looked away and swallowed, face pale. "Right. Okay, we'll send Kembery instead."
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sam pulled out a cigarette and lit it; he took a deep breath then gave it to her. They passed it back and forth until it was reduced to ashes.
He finally spoke again. "You think Trina's mom got snatched?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. 'Course, she could've just given up and run away.
"So... Trina on the scope. We can put an extra lookout if we're in a high-risk situation."
"Yeah."
Looking at his worried face, she wanted to reassure him about keeping the girl safe, but there was no point in making promises they couldn't keep. They sat in the silence, looking at the dust motes and vanishing trails of cigarette smoke lit by the sun streaming into the classroom. End of the worlds... at least they could make those cylon bastards suffer a little before fading away.