fic: newBSG. Cally/Chief, SPOILERS (sorta)

[lyssie]

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. Rating: er... 13+?
SPOILERS: Res Ship 1 and 2.
Pairing: Cally/Chief.
Notes: This one's for Tim, who is, as always, evil.

Shooting Daisies
by ALC Punk!

Letting go.

Yeah.

He was getting good at that. It took Galen a moment to realize he'd staggered into one of the disused storage rooms. He was probably drunk.

Scratch that.

He patted the wall he'd run into.

Very drunk.

"Hey."

Oh, great. Just who he needed to see. If this kept up next thing, the dead Cylon would wander through, accusing him of murdering her unborn children by stopping their relationship.

Cally touched his shoulder. "Chief?"

If he closed his eyes and thought really hard, maybe she'd go away.

"C'mon, Chief, talk to me."

"Why did it have to be you?"

Frak.

No more drinking.

EVER.

"Chief?"

She was still looking confused when he turned and dragged her close enough to kiss. It was sloppy and missed her mouth, grazing her cheek. He lost his balance, but she caught them both pressing him into the shelf.

"Sir, I don't--"

This time, he had the correct angle and direction.

Cally let out a soft little squeak.

Then she kissed him back.

Frak.

So in trouble.

"Chief." She pulled back, her voice somewhat odd sounding. She sucked in a breath. He could feel that against his chest. Against her chest. Ooh, Cally really did have--GODS. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about that sort of thing. At all. She was Cally, his right-hand. Ooh. His right hand was discovering uncharted territory.

"Galen. You're drunk. Sir." But she didn't step away, and she didn't hit him, and she damned sure didn't tell him to remove his hand from her ass.

"Yeah."

"Shut up."

He could do that. He could SO do that. Especially since she was kissing him again, and doing this thing with her tongue that--yeah.

Then she stopped. And completely stepped away, and took his wrist.

Tyrol felt suddenly cold.

"It's nice." Cally looked at him. "We can try it again, when you're not drunk."

"Cally--"

"Get some sleep, Chief."

Then she was gone. And he was leaning against a shelf, wondering if he was really drunk.

After all, that hadn't been real. Had it?

He shifted, and the still-bruised sections of his abdomen ached. Yeah. Real.

Maybe he should see about getting sober.

-f-

Comments

[timjr.livejournal.com]

There's a reason I still have this icon.

YES. This was GREAT. I love you.

His right hand was discovering uncharted territory.

YES.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU. And, yay. And this is YOUR FAULT.

Well, it would! And Cally's a GIRL.

[mollymoon.livejournal.com]

Very good. I love this ship. Its one of those "Ain't going to happen without a lot of therapy" ships that you just love cheering for.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

HAH. Yes, well. They're, like, the angsty hope (Billy and Dee are the cute hope).

[amykay73.livejournal.com]

Against her chest. Ooh, Cally really did have--GODS.

Best. line. ever.

So good. So very good.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I was very proud of that line. ;)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Hee! I have a strange love for this pairing and glad I'm not alone... :)

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

heh. Most of it is Tim's fault. And, er, the fact that I am fandom's bitch at times.

[elvinborn.livejournal.com]

She was Cally, his right-hand. Ooh. His right hand was discovering uncharted territory.
actually made me snork. thank you *g*

[thekatebeyond.livejournal.com]

I was just going to say that! You stole my line.

Lyssie, this was delicious!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. =)

[maddeinin.livejournal.com]

Me three! Best. Ever.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Thank you =)

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*smug*

You're welcome.

[ancarett]

Oh, poor Galen! Poor drunk Galen!

Oh, I love, love, love this pairing, especially how drunk and dysfunctional as you've written it.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Drunk and dysfunctional could be my middle name. Er, when it comes to writing.

Thank you =)

[angualupin.livejournal.com]

How many times do you have to win my first-born child, woman? I'm running out of them!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

But I don't want them! *flails* You keep them.

[angualupin.livejournal.com]

Then stop bloody writing such bloody good fics, damn it!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I could lobomotise myself. *considers* I'm sure there's a wire coathanger I could use.... (thank you)

[angualupin.livejournal.com]

Icepicks work well, I hear. Just wait until you read some OMG TEH SHIPPING wank and stab one through your eye.

[ingridmatthews.livejournal.com]

We can only hope, right?

*happy sigh*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*g* Yes, well, fingers crossed?

[lattelady6.livejournal.com]

Yesssss! A millon thank yous for a Chief/Cally story. I've loved that pairing since the beginning. Beautiful joy. Do you have any more tucked away?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. =)

And, sadly, no Cally/Chief other than this.

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, I loved this tasty little piece. I hope to see more Cally/Chief from you soon.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you =) And hopefully there will be more.

[hiyacynth.livejournal.com]

Awww, I love these two. I'm not sure I'm entirely on board the good ship Tyrol/Cally, but I'm at least looking at the gangway, thinking about what a good ride it might be. This just pushed me a heck of a lot closer :-)

Man, I love me some Deck Chief, I tell you what.

Thanks! btw timjr nudged me in this direction when I sent out a plea for Tyrol-fic on the recs comm.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Yeah, I'm not entirely on board for any 'ship, really. Er. Except Kara/Sam Carter, but that's a crack!fic pairing.

He is a very evil person, is Tim.

[anr]

HEE! Wonderful, hon, as per usual. *g*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. =)