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Gah. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape. I will not get torrent to download Farscape.

*sighs* Have heaps of DVDs to watch and videos because I'm so frakking behind on everything, but it's so fandomhigh's fault that I really really want to watch Farscape right now. That and Amy's anyway. *eyes her*

To do today:
- Translate letter for my mom. (I hate doing this, because my mom thinks it's a translation and I can go about it loosely and ends up writing this really weird and wonky sentences that are a pain in the ass to translate but anyway.)
- Go through ads in paper.

And I know I had a cool dream, but I can't remember it again. I think it was about Cam getting snaked. Meep.

Date: 2005-10-04 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] comedownstairs.livejournal.com
You totally want to download Farscape.

And I read the last bit as "Cam getting naked" and wondered what the problem was...

Date: 2005-10-04 02:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sideofzen.livejournal.com
I had a dream about flying a Viper with my brother.

And then my mom and some neighbour came and tried to get me to stop! And I was like NO! This is the best thing ever! You cannot take my Viper away!

Then I woke up and I was very GRRR

It was more involved than that, but yeah...

Date: 2005-10-04 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sideofzen.livejournal.com
BTW, I don't think you saw it since it was buried under threads, Kara's gonna be a cowboy for Halloween. *g*

Date: 2005-10-04 03:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com
HAHAHAH! Yes. ;)

Date: 2005-10-04 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
*continues sad sniffly scene from last night* (ambored)

Sam eventually stopped crying and just curled against Kara, occasionally sniffling. Still not entirely sure what to do, Kara just stroked her hair.

"Hey," Sam's voice was a little watery.

"Hey."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to--" Sam began to pull away.

Kara tightened her hold. "It's ok."

"No, I--" Awkwardly, Sam tried to think of what to say, her head tipped back to look at Kara.

Figuring it was the only thing she could say, Kara leaned forward and gently kissed her. It was better than trying to talk, that was for sure.

"Oh," said Sam very softly, before relaxing.

---

er.

*pokes*

Date: 2005-10-04 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Yes. Sam says she's all sad because Earth is gone. *sniffle*

------

"Chief, I just--" Colonel Tigh's voice cut off as he spotted the two pilots. "I see the Chief's not here."

Sam pulled away from Kara and blinked at him. "He's gone to bed. Sir," she added as an afterhought.

"Drowning your sorrows, Colonel?" His tone was almost mocking.

"Yes, sir." Sam felt bruised.

---

dude. I can't decide what to put next.

Date: 2005-10-04 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
In front of Tigh?!?

Ew.

And, dude. Not in front of work.

Date: 2005-10-04 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh. That's true.

Sam says the tool room isn't very comfy, though.

omg. SO MANY CALLS.

I started this reply AN HOUR AGO. Or more. Sheesh.

Date: 2005-10-04 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is very true. Sam says there better be a blanket, at least.

*clings* I have food, at least. Mmm 'sghetti. A bit garlicy, but good nonetheless.

*pokes* prompt me. With something not porn, damnit.

hrm. mebbe Sam finding Kara after The Farm...

Date: 2005-10-05 12:59 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
After the celebration, Sam had wandered around, feeling a little lost. The CAG was back, Starbuck was back... And she was left wondering, again, if she really fit into the Galactica.

Her wanderings brought her to the flight deck, and the commandeered heavy raider. It was a strange ship, almost of Colonial design and yet not. Too utilitarian, maybe. She couldn't quite place a finger on what bothered her--too alien, possibly. Movement next to it caught her eye, and after a second she recognized Lt. Thrace. "Hey."

Starbuck looked up at her, careless smile in place. "Hey."

Shoving her hands into her pockets, Sam shrugged, "Nice prize." One part of her felt awkward. Seeing Kara now, after a month of distance and other things felt odd.

"Yeah. Sharon thought so."

Sam shifted from foot to foot, then sighed, "I missed you."

The words made Kara look surprised for an instant, then she shrugged, "I'm sure Tigh filled the quota for drunken asshole admirably."

"He's not you." Sam wanted to yell at her suddenly, but she found she didn't have the energy. "I missed you because I like you."

"I'm sure Tigh loves to know that fact." Kara waved a hand. "I hear they passed you over as CAG."

Sam shrugged, suddenly wanting to run away. "There were... worries about my competence given my..."

"Given that you were frakking me." Kara said baldly. She smirked, "Told you it was a bad idea, Princess."

"Everything's a bad idea. The world ended." Wrapping her arms around herself, Sam looked away. "Even thinking about you hurts, you know. I missed you. Did you miss me?" Right then, she didn't think she'd hated herself more for the whining, almost sobbing question.

Kara stared at her, then shrugged, "I missed a lot of things."

"But you didn't miss me." Clenching her jaw against the pain, Sam began backing away. "That's all right. I'll leave you to the raider."

"I didn't say that."

Sam swallowed, "You didn't have to."

"Don't put words in my mouth, Carter."

Looking down, Sam shrugged, "Then what am I supposed to think, Kara? You won't tell me you missed me."

"Why did you miss me?"

"Do I have to have a reason?"

"Yes."

Sam sucked in a breath, then figured she had nothing else to lose. "I missed you because I love you."

Kara's laughter echoed in the bay.

And Sam flinched, surprised that she could hurt more. Blindly, she turned and started across the bay, towards the far door. It was either that or let Kara tear her to shreds more.

"Carter!"

Sam ignored Kara's yell, speeding up. She grabbed the door rim and skidded into the corridor, almost colliding with Helo.

"Hey!" He caught her, "You're--what's the matter?"

Refusing to believe she was crying, Sam shook her head and shoved away from the ECO. "I'm fine." She snapped.

"Sam!" Kara had taken advantage and caught up to her. She tossed Helo a look, "Thanks for stopping her."

"He didn't." Sam took off again, heading for the stairs that led to the upper deck. After all, Kara's knee was probably still frakked. She could lose her that way.

"Damnit, Sam, stop running!"

"NO." Stairs. One, two, three--

"I missed you!"

--five, six. She paused for a second, then shrugged and continued up the stairs.

"DAMNIT, Carter, you're making this hard!"

"I'm making this hard?" Sam whirled around on the landing, disconcerted to find Kara directly behind her. Before she could react, Kara had barreled into her, pinning her to the wall. "Let me--"

"No. I think I've got you where I want you."

"Lieutenant--"

Kara shut her up by kissing her.

-=-=-=-

Dude. I'll have to, ah, continue this later. *eyes Kara*

Date: 2005-10-05 01:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
yes, well, Sam says Kara needs to give her something. She can't exist in a vaccuum.

Date: 2005-10-05 01:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Too little too late. Mwahahah. Sam says she doesn't need big gestures. *giggles*

Date: 2005-10-05 01:54 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
*pokes experimentally*

omg. dude. Sam is very clingy. *shoves her at you*

And I get to go home in five minutes, YAY.

Date: 2005-10-05 01:59 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Yes!

*sigh* Will see you in the morning.

*ravishes*

Date: 2005-10-05 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hyari.livejournal.com
*is intrigued by this Kara/Sam thing*

Date: 2005-10-06 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hyari.livejournal.com
Ooh, look how juicy her shoulder is in your icon

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