drabble: newBSG, post-season two

[lyssie]

SPOILERS: For ALL OF SEASON TWO. AND ALSO SPECULATION FROM INTERVIEWS.
Length: 100 (I think. Yikes actually says 110, and WordPerfect says 99)
Pairing: HAHAH. Kara/Anders, Cally/Chief

She used to put on a flight suit.

Scraps of blonde hair fell to the floor as Chief cut, his movements quick and sure. As if he'd shaved someone almost bald before.

To him, it was probably nothing.

But Starbuck doesn't have a flight suit anymore (doesn't have a husband, either, but she wasn't going to frakking dwell on that).

"It's good," she said suddenly.

Chief stopped. "Sir?"

"You and Cally." It's a non sequitur, something to say--distraction--and completely stupid. "It's good."

"Ah." The clippers resumed. "It was good, too, sir."

She didn't ask him to elaborate.

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OMG. I am bad. YES. I did it. AND AS PENANCE, I shall go finish writing cute LYDB-insertfic. But, er, am going to bed now.

Comments

[woodface]

*wibbles*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

yus. *sad*

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

Simple but harsh. I like it. I like it in an "ouch" kinda way.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And, yes. Ouch, indeed.

[starbuck042786.livejournal.com]

nice. short and sweet. i like

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you =)