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OMG TORCHWOOD AUGH. Anyway, have ficlet to type.
Fic link drop!
All BSG. Sorry.
Sanctuary (part two, Kara/Anders): http://community.livejournal.com/bsg_hiatusthon/8798.html
Ballad in Plain D (Tory Foster/Sam Anders): http://community.livejournal.com/choc_fic/82808.html
Half an Hour or So Before Dawn (Kara/Anders): http://cynthia-arrow.livejournal.com/203956.html
A Viper Pilot and a Rook ECO (Sam Anders/Hot Dog): http://cynthia-arrow.livejournal.com/204142.html?style=mine
And now, impromptu RPF, thanks to, ah, the people who love me most (or is that hatred?)
Michael throws the first punch, but only because Jamie's finally goaded him too far. The punch is as much of a shock as it can be, but Jamie's no slouch. His hands are up, defending him less than a second later, and the game is on.
This isn't like fighting Tahmoh, who worried he'd hit too hard and pulled his punches at the last second. This is Michael, and while he's taller than Jamie, Jamie's got more muscle weight.
He thinks that makes them about even.
Michael feints, trying to get under his guard and Jamie side-steps, snapping out his own punch. It connects and he hopes Michael's head is now ringing as much as his is.
"Hey!" Katee's finally noticed them, looking up from her script and sounding surprised.
"Oh, let them fight," suggests Kandyse from her own perch on some of the barrels that make up the bar set. "It's not like they really mean it."
Jamie could tell her that isn't true. Of course they mean it--more than Eddie, more than Tahmoh, more than Aaron, Michael is his competition for the role of leading man and hero. And Michael fucking knows that, too. Jamie can see it in his eyes, sometimes, when he's arguing about how Sam wouldn't just up and leave Kara, or how Lee and Kara's entanglement lessens their characters.
Sometimes, Katee argues both, too, but Jamie tends to let that slide. After all, when all is said and done, he gets to put his hands on her.
Making a note to remember what set Mike off, Jamie sees the AD and two assistant props people heading for them. They're going to break it up, which is a pity, but he supposes this can't be allowed.
Getting in another punch, Jamie dances out of range, and two burly security officers fall upon Michael, locking his arms behind his back.
Another goes for Jamie, but he shakes his head, "Nah, I'm good."
Kandyse puts her hand on his shoulder, then glances towards Michael, and says, her voice low, "Do you always have to do that?"
"Do what?"
A snort escapes her and she moves away, heading back to her script. Katee looks between all of them, tells Michael he's an ass and stomps off to her trailer to read in peace.
When the security guards are done with him, Michael shoots him a look of his own and then follows her.
--
obviously, I have a flare for bad soap opera.
(I say this, as the next scene is Katee and Trucco having cranky sex in her trailer)
Fic link drop!
All BSG. Sorry.
Sanctuary (part two, Kara/Anders): http://community.livejournal.com/bsg_hiatusthon/8798.html
Ballad in Plain D (Tory Foster/Sam Anders): http://community.livejournal.com/choc_fic/82808.html
Half an Hour or So Before Dawn (Kara/Anders): http://cynthia-arrow.livejournal.com/203956.html
A Viper Pilot and a Rook ECO (Sam Anders/Hot Dog): http://cynthia-arrow.livejournal.com/204142.html?style=mine
And now, impromptu RPF, thanks to, ah, the people who love me most (or is that hatred?)
Michael throws the first punch, but only because Jamie's finally goaded him too far. The punch is as much of a shock as it can be, but Jamie's no slouch. His hands are up, defending him less than a second later, and the game is on.
This isn't like fighting Tahmoh, who worried he'd hit too hard and pulled his punches at the last second. This is Michael, and while he's taller than Jamie, Jamie's got more muscle weight.
He thinks that makes them about even.
Michael feints, trying to get under his guard and Jamie side-steps, snapping out his own punch. It connects and he hopes Michael's head is now ringing as much as his is.
"Hey!" Katee's finally noticed them, looking up from her script and sounding surprised.
"Oh, let them fight," suggests Kandyse from her own perch on some of the barrels that make up the bar set. "It's not like they really mean it."
Jamie could tell her that isn't true. Of course they mean it--more than Eddie, more than Tahmoh, more than Aaron, Michael is his competition for the role of leading man and hero. And Michael fucking knows that, too. Jamie can see it in his eyes, sometimes, when he's arguing about how Sam wouldn't just up and leave Kara, or how Lee and Kara's entanglement lessens their characters.
Sometimes, Katee argues both, too, but Jamie tends to let that slide. After all, when all is said and done, he gets to put his hands on her.
Making a note to remember what set Mike off, Jamie sees the AD and two assistant props people heading for them. They're going to break it up, which is a pity, but he supposes this can't be allowed.
Getting in another punch, Jamie dances out of range, and two burly security officers fall upon Michael, locking his arms behind his back.
Another goes for Jamie, but he shakes his head, "Nah, I'm good."
Kandyse puts her hand on his shoulder, then glances towards Michael, and says, her voice low, "Do you always have to do that?"
"Do what?"
A snort escapes her and she moves away, heading back to her script. Katee looks between all of them, tells Michael he's an ass and stomps off to her trailer to read in peace.
When the security guards are done with him, Michael shoots him a look of his own and then follows her.
--
obviously, I have a flare for bad soap opera.
(I say this, as the next scene is Katee and Trucco having cranky sex in her trailer)
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