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(All the things meaning graphics and fic. Lots of graphics.)

Besides making the usual graphics, I've been trying to get back into the swing of doing things in fandom besides reading and squeeing all the time. Mainly getting back to writing for K/L because I really haven't done that in a while, and I miss writing pilots. So, I managed to write a little ficlet for [livejournal.com profile] no_takebacks, and though I think my K/L writing skills are a bit rusty right now, it's a start. *shrugs*

But I bring pretties for all of you!

2 - BSG
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The Dance, Kara/Lee, PG


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Now for the fic! Made for Spin The Wheel at [livejournal.com profile] no_takebacks, prompt: witness, by [livejournal.com profile] sci_fi_shipper.

The Dance, Kara/Lee, PG

Their relationship had always been more about closed doors and closed mouths than open displays of emotion. Everyone knew that; after all, scuttlebutt traveled faster around the ship than anything else, and Starbuck and Apollo were a hot topic.

Which is why the Dance came as such a surprise. Not the fighting-- that was perfectly normal for Lee and Kara-- but how much raw emotion came through with each harsh punch. That was nothing like them. The bystanders turned to each other, not sure whether to clap as they had for every other boxing match, or turn around and leave so as not to intrude upon such a clearly intimate moment any longer.

Then again, the two participants weren't just any other pilots, so maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising that their match wouldn't be anything like the others. Like a taut rubber band finally being released, they all knew Starbuck and Apollo were bound to find their way back together again. What they were seeing was the collision, the explosion.

As the bruised, bloodied pilots fell into a tired embrace, people began to shuffle out, unwilling to bear witness to something so clearly not meant for their eyes. Not meant for anyone's eyes but the two in the center of the ring.

When everyone had exited, Athena made sure to shut the hatch behind them.


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