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fic: BSg, crack, Keeping the Surprise, PG13
disclaimer: not mine. mostly.
set: hahaha. AU, with references to s4 happenings.
pairings: Kara/Sam, Cally/Tyrol, Cally/Sam
rating: PG13, non-explicit porniness.
notes: I blamepalmetto ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluediamond421 for talking about AUs of AUs last night. And Ron and his silly silly decision regarding parentage.
Keeping the Surprise
by ALC Punk!
It had been one of those stupid things that happened late at night when no one was quite sober anymore. A dare for a kiss, a challenge for a grope and then it had been more.
They had been drunk, exhausted, and alone--Kara (who had made it clear they had no claims on each other, anyway) was on a scouting mission around New Caprica and Galen still hadn't taken Cally at her word. She told Sam this, with her hands on her chest and her head tipped back. I'm so tired of being sweet little innocent Cally, she'd said.
Sam hadn't had the heart to tell her that even naked and demanding, sweat on her skin, she was still sweet. It had been sloppy and not what either of them had really needed, but Cally had still climaxed, which had made him indecently smug, even as she figured out that if she tilted and ground down against him it drove him insane.
Come morning, they vowed never to speak of it again, both of them too hung-over to even consider that there might be consequences. Sam had been mostly-focused on finding aspirin for his headache.
Which was fine; a few weeks later, she was smiling up at Galen, and they were happy. A month after that, there was 'good news' on their front, and Sam had his own difficulties with figuring out the puzzle that was Kara Thrace, not to mention being uncertain he even had all of the pieces.
Once they were both settled on New Caprica, that night receded even further into his memory. And then the Cylons invaded, he was concentrating on other things. Worried about Kara, worried about his people, and fatalistic about their chances. Being rescued didn't really help much, and he sometimes found himself almost jealous at the way Cally was still happy with Galen while he was most definitely not happy with Kara. But they moved in different circles now. Civilian and fleet, and Sam wasn't living on the Galactica anyway.
Mostly, Sam thought about Kara, and how he was a fool.
Kara being dead changed some things, but not others, and on the heels of that was the Cylon thing. Suddenly, it was the New Cap resistance all over again, just for a different reason.
Kara coming back from the dead was almost anti-climactic.
Kara could find Earth. Sam sort of believed in that, sort of hoped she was right. Sort of hoped she still thought he fit into her puzzle.
Getting back after meeting up with some Cylons, he was shocked to find out that Cally had divorced Galen and taken sole custody of Nicky on the grounds that science proved he couldn't be the father (word had it, Cottle had testified about the sperm count of one Tyrol, G.). Just who the father was was a matter of speculation, but the front-running favorite was split between Jammer (dead) and Hot Dog (confused).
Sam didn't really give that much thought, being busy with the Cylons and Kara. Not until the day Cally shoved Nicky into his arms on her way to the deck to deal with a crisis. Having gotten himself concussed, Sam wasn't allowed to do much of anything, so he found himself with a small child clinging to him, and a limp that was a little more pronounced in his delirium.
He also found that Nicky had blue eyes, which seemed rather silly. Didn't all babies have blue eyes? It was a confusing thought to consider that he and Nicky had the same color eyes. But then again, didn't all babies have blue eyes. Nicky wasn't a baby, of course.
Sitting in his rack, keeping Nicky occupied was one thing. Sitting in his rack, Nicky passed out on his chest was another, and Sam found his not-quite-there brain spinning all sorts of weird scenarios about who Nicky's real daddy was.
By the time Cally returned to pick him up, he'd sobered and done some math.
In the quiet of the quarters he shared with Kara, he asked a question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to. "Is he mine?"
Kara had never seemed to want children, and Sam didn't know if he ever would. With him being a Cylon, he doubted Kara ever would.
For a moment, Cally looked down at Nicky, fingers feathering through his dark curls. Then she tilted her head, "Would it matter if he was?"
"He'd be half-Cylon." Like he was warning her, he wondered if that was fair to the Cylons. Fair to himself--he hadn't know at the time, and neither had she. Then again, she'd divorced Tyrol for being a Cylon, who knew what she'd do to him? He stopped the stupid paranoia to focus on her, waiting for her to tell him the truth.
"Yes."
It wasn't an answer, and Sam realized that she was asking him something he wasn't entirely sure about without actually saying it. "I won't... I won't let them know, if he is. But someone might guess, if anyone remembers."
"No one was paying attention to us that night."
Sam felt a little at a loss before he swallowed and offered her a slight smile. Finding his own peace with this started here. "Costanza would make a better father, anyway. D'no what my crazy genes might do to the kid."
"Yeah." Cally nailed him with a look, and added, "You might want to warn Starbuck your sperm is extra-ferocious."
While he was still trying to come up with an answer, she left. She'd answered his question. Sort of. And Sam still wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. But he knew one thing: his child or not, he was never going to let anyone get the idea that Nicky was half-Cylon. Poor kid had enough issues without being stalked by half a dozen cults like Hera was.
He wondered, as he started getting dinner (algae, of course) ready, if he should warn Kara. Probably.
-f-
set: hahaha. AU, with references to s4 happenings.
pairings: Kara/Sam, Cally/Tyrol, Cally/Sam
rating: PG13, non-explicit porniness.
notes: I blame
bluediamond421 for talking about AUs of AUs last night. And Ron and his silly silly decision regarding parentage.Keeping the Surprise
by ALC Punk!
It had been one of those stupid things that happened late at night when no one was quite sober anymore. A dare for a kiss, a challenge for a grope and then it had been more.
They had been drunk, exhausted, and alone--Kara (who had made it clear they had no claims on each other, anyway) was on a scouting mission around New Caprica and Galen still hadn't taken Cally at her word. She told Sam this, with her hands on her chest and her head tipped back. I'm so tired of being sweet little innocent Cally, she'd said.
Sam hadn't had the heart to tell her that even naked and demanding, sweat on her skin, she was still sweet. It had been sloppy and not what either of them had really needed, but Cally had still climaxed, which had made him indecently smug, even as she figured out that if she tilted and ground down against him it drove him insane.
Come morning, they vowed never to speak of it again, both of them too hung-over to even consider that there might be consequences. Sam had been mostly-focused on finding aspirin for his headache.
Which was fine; a few weeks later, she was smiling up at Galen, and they were happy. A month after that, there was 'good news' on their front, and Sam had his own difficulties with figuring out the puzzle that was Kara Thrace, not to mention being uncertain he even had all of the pieces.
Once they were both settled on New Caprica, that night receded even further into his memory. And then the Cylons invaded, he was concentrating on other things. Worried about Kara, worried about his people, and fatalistic about their chances. Being rescued didn't really help much, and he sometimes found himself almost jealous at the way Cally was still happy with Galen while he was most definitely not happy with Kara. But they moved in different circles now. Civilian and fleet, and Sam wasn't living on the Galactica anyway.
Mostly, Sam thought about Kara, and how he was a fool.
Kara being dead changed some things, but not others, and on the heels of that was the Cylon thing. Suddenly, it was the New Cap resistance all over again, just for a different reason.
Kara coming back from the dead was almost anti-climactic.
Kara could find Earth. Sam sort of believed in that, sort of hoped she was right. Sort of hoped she still thought he fit into her puzzle.
Getting back after meeting up with some Cylons, he was shocked to find out that Cally had divorced Galen and taken sole custody of Nicky on the grounds that science proved he couldn't be the father (word had it, Cottle had testified about the sperm count of one Tyrol, G.). Just who the father was was a matter of speculation, but the front-running favorite was split between Jammer (dead) and Hot Dog (confused).
Sam didn't really give that much thought, being busy with the Cylons and Kara. Not until the day Cally shoved Nicky into his arms on her way to the deck to deal with a crisis. Having gotten himself concussed, Sam wasn't allowed to do much of anything, so he found himself with a small child clinging to him, and a limp that was a little more pronounced in his delirium.
He also found that Nicky had blue eyes, which seemed rather silly. Didn't all babies have blue eyes? It was a confusing thought to consider that he and Nicky had the same color eyes. But then again, didn't all babies have blue eyes. Nicky wasn't a baby, of course.
Sitting in his rack, keeping Nicky occupied was one thing. Sitting in his rack, Nicky passed out on his chest was another, and Sam found his not-quite-there brain spinning all sorts of weird scenarios about who Nicky's real daddy was.
By the time Cally returned to pick him up, he'd sobered and done some math.
In the quiet of the quarters he shared with Kara, he asked a question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to. "Is he mine?"
Kara had never seemed to want children, and Sam didn't know if he ever would. With him being a Cylon, he doubted Kara ever would.
For a moment, Cally looked down at Nicky, fingers feathering through his dark curls. Then she tilted her head, "Would it matter if he was?"
"He'd be half-Cylon." Like he was warning her, he wondered if that was fair to the Cylons. Fair to himself--he hadn't know at the time, and neither had she. Then again, she'd divorced Tyrol for being a Cylon, who knew what she'd do to him? He stopped the stupid paranoia to focus on her, waiting for her to tell him the truth.
"Yes."
It wasn't an answer, and Sam realized that she was asking him something he wasn't entirely sure about without actually saying it. "I won't... I won't let them know, if he is. But someone might guess, if anyone remembers."
"No one was paying attention to us that night."
Sam felt a little at a loss before he swallowed and offered her a slight smile. Finding his own peace with this started here. "Costanza would make a better father, anyway. D'no what my crazy genes might do to the kid."
"Yeah." Cally nailed him with a look, and added, "You might want to warn Starbuck your sperm is extra-ferocious."
While he was still trying to come up with an answer, she left. She'd answered his question. Sort of. And Sam still wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. But he knew one thing: his child or not, he was never going to let anyone get the idea that Nicky was half-Cylon. Poor kid had enough issues without being stalked by half a dozen cults like Hera was.
He wondered, as he started getting dinner (algae, of course) ready, if he should warn Kara. Probably.
-f-
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