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ficlet: newBSG, Kara/Anders, pg
Because I posted it on skiffy....have some fluff.
New Caprica.
*attempts to wander by with random ficlet of some sort, to bump the thread with*
um. um.
Kara fell out of bed, landing on the platform their barely-big-enough-for-the-both-of-them cot sat on. She blinked, trying to figure out why she'd jerked awake and rolled like that.
"What the frak?" Sam mumbled, moving to the edge and staring down at her in the early morning light. "Kara?"
He sounded like he'd been asleep for a week, his voice rusty and barely audible. "It's cold," she noted, shoving up and pushing at his shoulder so she could climb back in.
"'K." He moved, giving her barely enough room to lay down again.
So she elbowed him, "You're takin' up too much room, Sam," her voice was definitely a little whiny. But it was cold, and she was going to have a bruise in the morning from her ungraceful landing on the platform, and he was big and annoying her.
"Nowhere else for me to go," he defended, his voice clearing a little.
Kara glared at him, then shifted up to see if he was right. He mostly was, though he'd definitely spread out more. "Sam."
"'Sides, I'm bigger'n'you, take up more space." He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her half onto him. "There. Warm now." His voice became muffled as he buried his face in her neck.
"You're warmer, you mean. My ass is hanging out in the cold." Yanking at the blankets he'd gotten trapped under her, Kara growled a little.
"Never satisfied," was Sam's comment as he grudgingly moved and wriggled in an effort to help her get the blankets free.
"And whose fault would that be?"
He paused, hand flat against her back, then began to chuckle.
"Sam." Kara shoved at him. "I'm COLD."
"Uh-huh."
She growled.
Laughing still, he shifted and succeeded in getting the blankets free. "Here. Now stop complaining."
Shoving an elbow at him, making him grunt, Kara pulled the warm quilt up. "I bet half the settlement would alibi me if I killed you."
"Uh-huh."
"Some of 'em might even thank me."
"Uh-huh."
Kara paused, then sighed and relaxed against him, suddenly tired again. "Maybe I'll kill you tomorrow. You are kinda warm and useful."
"They can thank you tomorrow," Sam said, breaking out into a yawn and groping her.
"Yeah."
-f-
New Caprica.
*attempts to wander by with random ficlet of some sort, to bump the thread with*
um. um.
Kara fell out of bed, landing on the platform their barely-big-enough-for-the-both-of-them cot sat on. She blinked, trying to figure out why she'd jerked awake and rolled like that.
"What the frak?" Sam mumbled, moving to the edge and staring down at her in the early morning light. "Kara?"
He sounded like he'd been asleep for a week, his voice rusty and barely audible. "It's cold," she noted, shoving up and pushing at his shoulder so she could climb back in.
"'K." He moved, giving her barely enough room to lay down again.
So she elbowed him, "You're takin' up too much room, Sam," her voice was definitely a little whiny. But it was cold, and she was going to have a bruise in the morning from her ungraceful landing on the platform, and he was big and annoying her.
"Nowhere else for me to go," he defended, his voice clearing a little.
Kara glared at him, then shifted up to see if he was right. He mostly was, though he'd definitely spread out more. "Sam."
"'Sides, I'm bigger'n'you, take up more space." He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her half onto him. "There. Warm now." His voice became muffled as he buried his face in her neck.
"You're warmer, you mean. My ass is hanging out in the cold." Yanking at the blankets he'd gotten trapped under her, Kara growled a little.
"Never satisfied," was Sam's comment as he grudgingly moved and wriggled in an effort to help her get the blankets free.
"And whose fault would that be?"
He paused, hand flat against her back, then began to chuckle.
"Sam." Kara shoved at him. "I'm COLD."
"Uh-huh."
She growled.
Laughing still, he shifted and succeeded in getting the blankets free. "Here. Now stop complaining."
Shoving an elbow at him, making him grunt, Kara pulled the warm quilt up. "I bet half the settlement would alibi me if I killed you."
"Uh-huh."
"Some of 'em might even thank me."
"Uh-huh."
Kara paused, then sighed and relaxed against him, suddenly tired again. "Maybe I'll kill you tomorrow. You are kinda warm and useful."
"They can thank you tomorrow," Sam said, breaking out into a yawn and groping her.
"Yeah."
-f-
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I don't know if that's the vibe I got. I think there's a large problem in that she is trying not to say bad things about the show, but yet, trying to say things that are true. The impression I've gotten of MR is that she's as young as Katee was when she first started BSG, in terms of her ability to deal with the press.
And I honestly wouldn't blame either of them if there was friction--everyone says Katee's the best thing on the show, and MR is the weak spot. I imagine that has got to be awful to hear, over and over again.
Sigh.
Jamie's comment was that, basically, when you're working with a different accent, you have no room for spontaneity, and so you end up being flat and lifeless, until the accent becomes second nature (re-watching the mini shows JB is NOT as fluid as he is now, and even bits of season one, there are flat moments).
So I honestly don't blame MR as much as most people. And I do think she's gotten better (I've also got a meta-y post about why I think Katee's not so bad in the show, given that she's probably gotten 50000% less direction than MR.) er. *stops rambing*