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For RSR, who wanted Cally/Travis during Gambit.
Fandom: Blake's 7. Rating: PG. Set: During Gambit.
Pairing: Cally/Travis, Jenna/Blake
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Fake Behind the Smile
by ALC Punk!
She doesn't remember how she convinced Blake and Jenna to wait for her signal. Perhaps it was a lie about one person being better able to accomplish this than three. Or maybe she knew Blake wanted to find out how easy it was to get under Jenna's dress (easy. Ten-credit touch was too close to the mark).
Ahead, she can see him standing there. Waiting.
He knows someone is following him, and his surface thoughts assume it's Cevedick and his men.
A smirk graces Cally's lips, and her teeth bare themselves. He's in for such a surprise. "Hello, Travis."
The studied turn is all show, the tilt of his head sardonic. "Cally. Now isn't that amusing."
"Less amusing for you." Her gun is steady as she levels it. "Where is Docholi?"
"I'm afraid I have no idea who you're talking about."
He almost doesn't see her move, and the gun shoved into his abdomen has to hurt, but he never winces or shifts. "Come on, Travis. Don't play the fool."
"I'm not the one running around with a bunch of renegades."
A laugh escapes her, and her gun digs in harder. "Talk."
"It's cheap, Cally."
"So are you."
He laughs, this time, a bitter sound that echoes in the alleyway, dances among the ragged tinself of the underworld of Space City. "Not as cheap as you."
It's her mind that pulses against him this time, ragged telepathic strands that are barely in control. She gasps at the contact and staggers back. "Travis, what are you planning?"
"You wouldn't understand."
Her gun is back in his gut, and she knows that if she probed again his mind would be closed down. Silent as the grave. "Wouldn't I?"
Silence falls as he studies her, then looks away. "Perhaps you would."
"You've been waiting for us," she says, instead of what she's thinking.
"Of course. Blake's great quest." The mockery is back.
"Cally." Blake's voice echoes from her bracelet.
She steps back and brings it to her mouth, "I'm still following, Blake. We're near the docking cradles."
"We're not far behind."
"Oh, but you are, Blake," Travis murmurs softly, amused.
Cally steps back from him and waits, feeling for the bright flame that is Blake's mind. Then she gestures with the gun as Blake closes the distance, "Go."
"Thank you."
"Travis."
He stops, but doesn't look back.
"One day, I will kill you."
There's no reply as he continues on. And Cally turns to see Blake at the end of the alleyway, his clothing perfectly in place. Jenna looks a little mussed, though.
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Pairing: Cally/Travis, Jenna/Blake
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Fake Behind the Smile
by ALC Punk!
She doesn't remember how she convinced Blake and Jenna to wait for her signal. Perhaps it was a lie about one person being better able to accomplish this than three. Or maybe she knew Blake wanted to find out how easy it was to get under Jenna's dress (easy. Ten-credit touch was too close to the mark).
Ahead, she can see him standing there. Waiting.
He knows someone is following him, and his surface thoughts assume it's Cevedick and his men.
A smirk graces Cally's lips, and her teeth bare themselves. He's in for such a surprise. "Hello, Travis."
The studied turn is all show, the tilt of his head sardonic. "Cally. Now isn't that amusing."
"Less amusing for you." Her gun is steady as she levels it. "Where is Docholi?"
"I'm afraid I have no idea who you're talking about."
He almost doesn't see her move, and the gun shoved into his abdomen has to hurt, but he never winces or shifts. "Come on, Travis. Don't play the fool."
"I'm not the one running around with a bunch of renegades."
A laugh escapes her, and her gun digs in harder. "Talk."
"It's cheap, Cally."
"So are you."
He laughs, this time, a bitter sound that echoes in the alleyway, dances among the ragged tinself of the underworld of Space City. "Not as cheap as you."
It's her mind that pulses against him this time, ragged telepathic strands that are barely in control. She gasps at the contact and staggers back. "Travis, what are you planning?"
"You wouldn't understand."
Her gun is back in his gut, and she knows that if she probed again his mind would be closed down. Silent as the grave. "Wouldn't I?"
Silence falls as he studies her, then looks away. "Perhaps you would."
"You've been waiting for us," she says, instead of what she's thinking.
"Of course. Blake's great quest." The mockery is back.
"Cally." Blake's voice echoes from her bracelet.
She steps back and brings it to her mouth, "I'm still following, Blake. We're near the docking cradles."
"We're not far behind."
"Oh, but you are, Blake," Travis murmurs softly, amused.
Cally steps back from him and waits, feeling for the bright flame that is Blake's mind. Then she gestures with the gun as Blake closes the distance, "Go."
"Thank you."
"Travis."
He stops, but doesn't look back.
"One day, I will kill you."
There's no reply as he continues on. And Cally turns to see Blake at the end of the alleyway, his clothing perfectly in place. Jenna looks a little mussed, though.
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(The mind speculates wildly on how Cally knew it was so easy to get under Jenna's dress.) :)
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