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fic: Bionic Woman 2007, Thirty Seconds
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fandom: Bionic Woman 2007
Characters/Pairing: Jamie Sommers, Sarah Corvus
Genre: femslash, action
Rating: PG13, language, femslash, vague het, violence, wet leather
Length: 1,200
Notes: No. No, I really don't have anything but 30 seconds of promo and clips to base this characterization off. And yet. I blame myKosling,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pataka02, thenewhope, and wiliqueen. Horrible influences, the lot of them. *grumbles* It is, however, kinda hot.
Thirty Seconds
by ALC Punk!
Oh, she's good.
The rain pounds down on them, puddles making the already dangerous roof slick. Sarah skids through one, ducks back out of the way of Jamie's punch and comes back in to land one of her own. The blow is solid, sending the younger woman spinning backwards as she fights for her balance.
But Sarah's better.
A laugh escapes her as Jamie throws herself forward, no science in her movements, just pure clumsy offensive.
Turning into her, Sarah tosses her. At the last second Jamie's hand tangles in her collar, and they both go down, sliding along the rooftop almost painfully.
Maybe it's a miscalculation, but Sarah laughs again, laughs as Jamie surges upwards, fingers closing on her throat. Legs shift, and Sarah finds herself flying through the air.
She's still laughing as she slams into the metal fence, bending the pole.
"How's that?" Jamie taunts as she moves forwards. Almost too fast for the eye to follow.
Sarah ducks her fist, tackling her around the waist and pressing her down into the water. "Better." She can't resist the teasing kiss, lips brushing against the other woman's. And for a fleeting moment, she wonders if this, too, is something they changed in her when she was rebuilt.
The woman beneath her twists, and somehow gets the upper hand.
Later, Sarah will wonder if she let it happen.
Standing, dropping back into a fighting stance, she waits for Jamie, and then almost misses her when she moves.
The first punch snaps her head back, the second sends her to the ground. She almost stays there, stunned, but her instincts and the pieces of her body that aren't hers anymore tell her to move. Sarah moves, dodges the foot stomping down on her, and makes it back to her feet.
"Why?" Jamie suddenly yells at her. "Why are you doing this?"
A laugh escapes Sarah, but this one is less amused than the previous. She smiles dangerously, "Are you sure you want to know, sweetie?"
She can smell the sweat and the rain, mixing with the wet leather that's starting to chafe her skin. It's almost distracting. The sudden blare of traffic from five miles away makes her want to clap a hand over her ear, but she knows from experience that it won't help. Nothing helps.
Jamie snarls something and moves forwards, eyes haunted and angry.
It's a look Sarah remembers.
She laughs as she blocks another blow, then grabs Jamie, spinning her into the wall and hearing the satisfying crack as she impacts with the cinder blocks.
You'll never walk again. They'd told her that, then lied about what they could do. Or why they could do it. Even now, it's a little confusing (Sarah thinks that's because they gave her too many drugs during her treatments). There are black spots in her memories, things she knows she should remember. Most days, she doesn't care that she can't.
Jamie's fist catches her in the jaw, snapping her head around (again), and Sarah stops laughing.
Maybe she should stop playing with the other woman, since she seems to actually be pretty good at this whole fighting thing. Or maybe she's learning the longer they go.
Slipping on the rain-slick ground, Sarah tumbles, rolling to control it--she doesn't make it to her feet, Jamie's foot catching her in the ribs. Definitely no more playing, she thinks as she tastes salt at the back of her throat.
"Is he dead, do you think?" Sarah taunts as she lurches back to her feet before a third kick can land. "I tried to make sure the shot wouldn't be enough to kill him immediately."
The rage that hits Jamie is something that Sarah can use.
Even as she's defending herself from increasingly harder blows, she can still feel that edge of control slipping away from the other woman. She's second-rate, a copy of a copy, and Sarah almost laughs again before Jamie punches her in the mouth.
Tasting blood, she giggles and ducks under a punch no one else could have. Inside Jamie's guard, she moves faster than either of their eyes can see, kissing her again, and then smashing her fist into the side of her neck. She hits a bundle of nerves that short-circuit Jamie, dropping her to her knees, almost dazed.
Following her down, Sarah holds her almost gently, "You'll want to learn to protect that spot," she whispers, feeling the slide of cloth against leather.
"Why are you doing this?" Jamie asks again. Her voice is slipping around a paralysis that will wear off in two minutes, fifteen seconds and five milliseconds. Sarah's counting them down in her head, knowing how hard she hit and how fast she can recover.
Numbers. She fucking hates numbers. "You wouldn't understand."
"That's crap."
No more laughter, but Sarah almost smiles, "You're learning. That's good."
One minute, thirty seconds, and she thinks the rain is slowing them both down, or maybe she's just rusting, somewhere (she can't rust, of course).
"Did you?"
"Did I what?" It's odd, holding the other woman close enough that they're sharing the same breath. Odd and yet not. They're kin, both built from the same specifications, designed to be what they can for others' pleasure.
"Why haven't you finished me?" Now Jamie sounds desperate and sad, as though she wants it all to end.
Sarah remembers being there, and tries not to feel sympathy for her, tries to shove the thought away that they're the same. That they shouldn't be doing this. Where the hell has her objectivity gone? She had a mission, she had a purpose, and they're sliding away as the rain slides off of them both.
"I've always hated the smell of wet leather."
Jamie laughs.
Thirty seconds.
A hand closes on Sarah's neck, thumb digging into the exact spot, causing sparks to ignite behind her eyes. Kaleidoscopic colors and she's the one falling this time, the one flat on her back with the rain filling her open eyes.
She shouldn't have recovered that fast, Sarah thinks as Jamie stands, as her foot presses down on Sarah's neck, grit and dirt abrading the skin.
Time stops. She can count down the seconds until she'll be moving again, but there seems to be no point.
"No." Jamie moves, taking her foot off of Sarah's throat. "No. I'm not like you. I don't kill."
"How do you know?" Now she can mock, can suck in a breath and taste the blood and rain on her lips. A punctured lung, probably. She's still good, though.
"I just do."
Sarah laughs at the rain as Jamie walks away.
Because Sarah's good, but she's beginning to think that Jamie may be better. She just doesn't have the training yet.
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Fandom: Bionic Woman 2007
Characters/Pairing: Jamie Sommers, Sarah Corvus
Genre: femslash, action
Rating: PG13, language, femslash, vague het, violence, wet leather
Length: 1,200
Notes: No. No, I really don't have anything but 30 seconds of promo and clips to base this characterization off. And yet. I blame myKosling,
pataka02, thenewhope, and wiliqueen. Horrible influences, the lot of them. *grumbles* It is, however, kinda hot.Thirty Seconds
by ALC Punk!
Oh, she's good.
The rain pounds down on them, puddles making the already dangerous roof slick. Sarah skids through one, ducks back out of the way of Jamie's punch and comes back in to land one of her own. The blow is solid, sending the younger woman spinning backwards as she fights for her balance.
But Sarah's better.
A laugh escapes her as Jamie throws herself forward, no science in her movements, just pure clumsy offensive.
Turning into her, Sarah tosses her. At the last second Jamie's hand tangles in her collar, and they both go down, sliding along the rooftop almost painfully.
Maybe it's a miscalculation, but Sarah laughs again, laughs as Jamie surges upwards, fingers closing on her throat. Legs shift, and Sarah finds herself flying through the air.
She's still laughing as she slams into the metal fence, bending the pole.
"How's that?" Jamie taunts as she moves forwards. Almost too fast for the eye to follow.
Sarah ducks her fist, tackling her around the waist and pressing her down into the water. "Better." She can't resist the teasing kiss, lips brushing against the other woman's. And for a fleeting moment, she wonders if this, too, is something they changed in her when she was rebuilt.
The woman beneath her twists, and somehow gets the upper hand.
Later, Sarah will wonder if she let it happen.
Standing, dropping back into a fighting stance, she waits for Jamie, and then almost misses her when she moves.
The first punch snaps her head back, the second sends her to the ground. She almost stays there, stunned, but her instincts and the pieces of her body that aren't hers anymore tell her to move. Sarah moves, dodges the foot stomping down on her, and makes it back to her feet.
"Why?" Jamie suddenly yells at her. "Why are you doing this?"
A laugh escapes Sarah, but this one is less amused than the previous. She smiles dangerously, "Are you sure you want to know, sweetie?"
She can smell the sweat and the rain, mixing with the wet leather that's starting to chafe her skin. It's almost distracting. The sudden blare of traffic from five miles away makes her want to clap a hand over her ear, but she knows from experience that it won't help. Nothing helps.
Jamie snarls something and moves forwards, eyes haunted and angry.
It's a look Sarah remembers.
She laughs as she blocks another blow, then grabs Jamie, spinning her into the wall and hearing the satisfying crack as she impacts with the cinder blocks.
You'll never walk again. They'd told her that, then lied about what they could do. Or why they could do it. Even now, it's a little confusing (Sarah thinks that's because they gave her too many drugs during her treatments). There are black spots in her memories, things she knows she should remember. Most days, she doesn't care that she can't.
Jamie's fist catches her in the jaw, snapping her head around (again), and Sarah stops laughing.
Maybe she should stop playing with the other woman, since she seems to actually be pretty good at this whole fighting thing. Or maybe she's learning the longer they go.
Slipping on the rain-slick ground, Sarah tumbles, rolling to control it--she doesn't make it to her feet, Jamie's foot catching her in the ribs. Definitely no more playing, she thinks as she tastes salt at the back of her throat.
"Is he dead, do you think?" Sarah taunts as she lurches back to her feet before a third kick can land. "I tried to make sure the shot wouldn't be enough to kill him immediately."
The rage that hits Jamie is something that Sarah can use.
Even as she's defending herself from increasingly harder blows, she can still feel that edge of control slipping away from the other woman. She's second-rate, a copy of a copy, and Sarah almost laughs again before Jamie punches her in the mouth.
Tasting blood, she giggles and ducks under a punch no one else could have. Inside Jamie's guard, she moves faster than either of their eyes can see, kissing her again, and then smashing her fist into the side of her neck. She hits a bundle of nerves that short-circuit Jamie, dropping her to her knees, almost dazed.
Following her down, Sarah holds her almost gently, "You'll want to learn to protect that spot," she whispers, feeling the slide of cloth against leather.
"Why are you doing this?" Jamie asks again. Her voice is slipping around a paralysis that will wear off in two minutes, fifteen seconds and five milliseconds. Sarah's counting them down in her head, knowing how hard she hit and how fast she can recover.
Numbers. She fucking hates numbers. "You wouldn't understand."
"That's crap."
No more laughter, but Sarah almost smiles, "You're learning. That's good."
One minute, thirty seconds, and she thinks the rain is slowing them both down, or maybe she's just rusting, somewhere (she can't rust, of course).
"Did you?"
"Did I what?" It's odd, holding the other woman close enough that they're sharing the same breath. Odd and yet not. They're kin, both built from the same specifications, designed to be what they can for others' pleasure.
"Why haven't you finished me?" Now Jamie sounds desperate and sad, as though she wants it all to end.
Sarah remembers being there, and tries not to feel sympathy for her, tries to shove the thought away that they're the same. That they shouldn't be doing this. Where the hell has her objectivity gone? She had a mission, she had a purpose, and they're sliding away as the rain slides off of them both.
"I've always hated the smell of wet leather."
Jamie laughs.
Thirty seconds.
A hand closes on Sarah's neck, thumb digging into the exact spot, causing sparks to ignite behind her eyes. Kaleidoscopic colors and she's the one falling this time, the one flat on her back with the rain filling her open eyes.
She shouldn't have recovered that fast, Sarah thinks as Jamie stands, as her foot presses down on Sarah's neck, grit and dirt abrading the skin.
Time stops. She can count down the seconds until she'll be moving again, but there seems to be no point.
"No." Jamie moves, taking her foot off of Sarah's throat. "No. I'm not like you. I don't kill."
"How do you know?" Now she can mock, can suck in a breath and taste the blood and rain on her lips. A punctured lung, probably. She's still good, though.
"I just do."
Sarah laughs at the rain as Jamie walks away.
Because Sarah's good, but she's beginning to think that Jamie may be better. She just doesn't have the training yet.
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I was joking, of course, but I still kinda love you a lot. :-D
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*g*
Thaaaaankyou. *crosses fingers* (is it Fall yet?)
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(btw, Skiffy cut that scene. Stupid Skiffy)
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I have not been able to stop watching that preview. I'm sorry I wasn't around to influence, but I see others took up the slack for me!
I'm excited because well, Katee, and there's a deaf character.
Also, Katee was in heels. Which, EEEEE! (I totally don't have a heel kink, but...)
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THEY DID. Which was bad for my morals. Sigh.
The heels, the leather, the rain. All bunches of hot. Mmmm.
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That sounds dirty.
Anyways, awesome fic... though I still maintain that Sarah will kick Jamie's ass, since Jamie seems totally whiny. Heh.
And Mae Whitman is in the show and she's teh awesome! (And she's playing the deaf sister with the err... questionable haircut.)
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Thank you =)
I'd like to think she will, but since Jamie's the lead, I'm sure she won't. Sigh. If nothing else, Sarah won the battle of the brains here. And the rematch might see Jamie dead.
I have no idea who that is, but, yay?
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And Mae Whitman has been in a slew of movies ever since she was little, including "One Fine Day," "Independence Day," "Hope Floats," etc. If you ever saw a movie with a cute little girl in it, she's usually the one.
Buuuuuuut more importantly, she was in "Arrested Development," and she was also in a show called "State of Grace" that ran on the family channel. (I'm a nerd, I know)
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And Jamie is... ok? I don't know. I have the feeling her Emo and Angst will bore me, and I will only watch episodes with Sarah.
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This? Is awesome. I think I'm going to watch this show, if only for the femslash you can provide.
(Also? Katee Sackhoff and Mae Whitman. But mostly the femslash.)
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Thank you! =)
(I have high hopes that we'll get enough between them for there to be more than just hot fight scenes to hang the femslash on... like, sex in dark alleys and things)
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*loves me a good fight scene*
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And I'm still disturbed at how bits of this fit and bits don't. Also, I've figured out my issue with Katee's delivery. Sarah has NO humor. At all. No irony. And it's sad, because she totally needs some to be awesomely insane. Sigh.
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*eyeballs your icon* Man, comic-katee-sackhoff is remarkably similar to TV-katee-sackhoff in the manner in which she holds her cigarettes in her mouth. I'm just saying.
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*sniffles* They have cancelled my comic. Woes. Comic Kara is AWESOME, however. And also? I have the top two posts, or whichever, of my lj and it's the Sarah and the comicKara icon. And. And. Nigel Raynor really DOES do a nice job capturing Kara's shape, sometimes.