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Fic Challenge (and fic)
So. Someone who shall remain nameless on my friends list was lamenting the lack of Galactica fic today. (and a few others want Sparky porn, but the Minion Stare is avoidable, for the moment) In chatting about this lack, I came up with the following challenge. Just to see if we can get some Galactica fic on our friendslists.
Please feel free to pass the challenge along.
Here's the challenge, people. Load up your favorite writing playlist, or simply everything you've got on your computer. Hit random seven times.
Note the artist and title of the song.
Start writing.
Stop when you feel like it (I expect AT LEAST 100 words, however).
Don't worry if the result has nothing to do with the song. If you want to include lyrics, do so. But, er... Songfic? Not always fun.
When finished, spell-check, etc, label, post.
Mine: Contains only vague spoilers, and future conjecture that really isn't much of a spoiler... I think.
Rating: eh... kid-safe, one bad word. (close your eyes)
Pretty much gen. Silly.
Song: Hole 'Heaven Tonight'
Unexpected Collision
by ALC Punk!
Cally wasn't expecting it any more than he was.
A wet, half-naked Lee Adama, streaking through the halls of the Galactica? Definitely not something she was expecting.
Having him practically run her over? Completely not what she expected.
"Oh, gods!" He was breathless with laughter. "Cally, I'm sorry, I didn't see you--"
"It's all right, sir." She eyed him, eyebrow raising at the lack of clothing. Did towels count as clothing?
He caught her elbow, steadying both of them. "I just--" another laugh escaped him, and Cally realized he was panting. Either with laughter or exertion, or both. "Starbuck--"
"Lose a bet, sir?"
"You could say that."
"Lee-ee?" The voice sing-songed down the corridor.
"Oh, crap--excuse me Cally--" he let her go and took off, just as Starbuck rounded the corner.
Cally watched the retreating back of the CAG, then looked at the Lieutenant as she appeared at her side, bucket of water in one hand. "What'd he do, this time?"
"Scratch on my raider."
"Ah." With a slight smirk, Cally nodded at the bucket. "Want some help, sir?"
"Nah." Starbuck smirked. "I got it covered."
Which could only mean one thing, Cally decided as the Lieutenant took off at a slow lope. She'd roped Helo into her revenge. Captain Adama stood no chance, now. She smirked, and went off to make a few bets.
-f
Please feel free to pass the challenge along.
Here's the challenge, people. Load up your favorite writing playlist, or simply everything you've got on your computer. Hit random seven times.
Note the artist and title of the song.
Start writing.
Stop when you feel like it (I expect AT LEAST 100 words, however).
Don't worry if the result has nothing to do with the song. If you want to include lyrics, do so. But, er... Songfic? Not always fun.
When finished, spell-check, etc, label, post.
Mine: Contains only vague spoilers, and future conjecture that really isn't much of a spoiler... I think.
Rating: eh... kid-safe, one bad word. (close your eyes)
Pretty much gen. Silly.
Song: Hole 'Heaven Tonight'
Unexpected Collision
by ALC Punk!
Cally wasn't expecting it any more than he was.
A wet, half-naked Lee Adama, streaking through the halls of the Galactica? Definitely not something she was expecting.
Having him practically run her over? Completely not what she expected.
"Oh, gods!" He was breathless with laughter. "Cally, I'm sorry, I didn't see you--"
"It's all right, sir." She eyed him, eyebrow raising at the lack of clothing. Did towels count as clothing?
He caught her elbow, steadying both of them. "I just--" another laugh escaped him, and Cally realized he was panting. Either with laughter or exertion, or both. "Starbuck--"
"Lose a bet, sir?"
"You could say that."
"Lee-ee?" The voice sing-songed down the corridor.
"Oh, crap--excuse me Cally--" he let her go and took off, just as Starbuck rounded the corner.
Cally watched the retreating back of the CAG, then looked at the Lieutenant as she appeared at her side, bucket of water in one hand. "What'd he do, this time?"
"Scratch on my raider."
"Ah." With a slight smirk, Cally nodded at the bucket. "Want some help, sir?"
"Nah." Starbuck smirked. "I got it covered."
Which could only mean one thing, Cally decided as the Lieutenant took off at a slow lope. She'd roped Helo into her revenge. Captain Adama stood no chance, now. She smirked, and went off to make a few bets.
-f
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*pokes* write me fic. *cute*
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