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random desktop: Kendra Shaw
Was bored. Perhaps I should do something constructive?
No teaser for you. And no many sizes. Also. This girl never smiles. (the original is 1024*768, btw) text: The Cardigans' "Couldn't Care Less"
http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/AnaDeZorga/kendra-dt1.jpg
No teaser for you. And no many sizes. Also. This girl never smiles. (the original is 1024*768, btw) text: The Cardigans' "Couldn't Care Less"
http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/AnaDeZorga/kendra-dt1.jpg
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And Sarah vs. Jaime is usually full of amusing dialog (at least. Like. Once?). Or when they forget that Jaime is supposed to be The Average American Woman who needs a man and can't just kick ass on her own. (this always grates more after I've marathonned a bunch of NCIS or Bones)
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I mainlined a bunch of NCIS to compensate my boredom and then got distracted by forensics shows. And re-read all of Lizardbeth and Sabaceanbabe's Kara/Sam fic, because, bored.
Sigh. If it had gone on any longer, I would have been re-reading my own.
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So thanks for that. You've helped put my brain back in the pairing.
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Hmm. How to make a Lyssie less bored...? Oh, I know!
Someone who wasn't her, that is.
Perhaps that did make her something of a hypocrite. Honestly, Jane never let little things like that bother her too much. And she hadn't exactly claimed healing quickly and shrugging off a beating as something uniquely hers.
But this woman, though...
She was like nothing Jane had ever seen. She moved with power and grace - and strength, mustn't forget that (Connor certainly wouldn't, not after being tossed around like that) - that nothing entirely human had any right to possess, yet injecting her with a chip had done nothing more then make her smirk before she'd thrown Andre into a wall.
From across the room.
With her mind.
Doing so seemed to weaken her momentarily, but not long enough to gain an advantage. She'd disarmed, taken down, and in a few cases even killed every single member of the black-suited team that had been attempting to either capture or kill her when NICO had stumbled over them, and she'd done it barely looking at them and almost before Jane had time to register what was happening.
It was one of the hottest things Jane had ever seen.
Somehow, hours later, she wasn't surprised when, as she sat in a bar trying to forget about the day's botched efforts (and the fact that Mo wasn't there to do so with her, that wound was still far too fresh), there was suddenly someone in the seat next to her. There hadn't even been a whisper of movement, yet there sat the mystery woman.
"You didn't try to attack me," she said, not bothering to exchange pleasantries before getting down to business.
A woman after her own heart. "I didn't know who any of you were," Jane replied with a shrug, trying to ignore the sheer presence of the woman. "And somehow, I didn't think you'd started that fight."
She smiled at that, but it had an undercurrent of mixed bitterness and anger. "And you were right. But I am going to finish it." She was silent for a moment, then flagged down the bartender and ordered a beer, and, after a speculative look, ordered another one for Jane.
"Why tell me this?" Jane asked after she'd twisted the cap off the bottle.
"Maybe I think we have something in common," she replied, lips twisting into a mysterious - and annoyingly sexy (she did NOT need this now, dammit) - smile. She looked past Jane, gazing at something only she could see. "Maybe you remind me of someone I used to know." She shook herself out of her revere, smile returning to full force. "Which could be because of all the guns."
"She sounds interesting."
The smile turned melancholy again. "That she was."
"I know how you feel."
The woman eyed her for a moment, then slowly nodded. "I think you just might. Which would be nice. Even with the others... They don't really understand. Not that I'd want them to."
The conversation was turning a bit too depressing for her. "Well, at least there're some of us who can kick ass, take names, and look hot doing it, right?"
"I'll drink to that." They clinked bottles and fit action to words.
"I'm Jane, by the way." She wasn't a Neuro, so how mad could Andre be that she was socializing with whoever this was?
And did she really want an answer to that?
The woman smiled, seemingly at some private joke, and replied, "My name is Alice."
Re: Hmm. How to make a Lyssie less bored...? Oh, I know!
But, hah! Yes! I do love this, and demand that there be zombies vs. Connor and Andre and Jane now. Mwahahahah.
Re: Hmm. How to make a Lyssie less bored...? Oh, I know!
Alice and Jane, I suspect, would get along quite well. ;)
And, of course, me being me, Jane being more-or-less canonically bi (was that ever confirmed?), and Alice's UST with Rain in the first movie (I did not imagine that, dammit! ^_^), it led to this.
I'll admit, I'm tempted to extend it into a full-length fic (or at least something a bit longer), but I've already got a backlog of fic waiting to be written (including one or two RE fics, actually), so we'll have to see. ;)
Re: Hmm. How to make a Lyssie less bored...? Oh, I know!
Alice and Rain were definitely hot. And I think Alice and Jill had subtext, too.
You should totally make it a longer fic, with zombies!