cross-posted fuse challenge response
Sep. 13th, 2005 03:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944I have a story to tell later. But right now, fiiiiction!
Title: Let There Be Light
Author: Chanter
Series: BSG 2003
Rating: PG for a mild curse
Pairings: one-sided Kelly/Cally
Summary: Kelly’s POV. “Oh damn, did I break it?” Shimmer down, shimmer up. Don’t let her have caught me staring.
286 words
*Crackle.*
“What was that?” “What was that?”
We ask the question at the same time, words overlapping syllable on syllable, a jumble of feminine and masculine as the lights imperceptibly flicker.
*Snap, sizzle.*
“Did you hear that? What the...?”
Our phrases differ, but the intent is the same, layered questioning speech as the overheads dim, then return, white on cinnamon on white. Do not look Kelly, I instruct myself in the half-second between shimmer down and shimmer up. Do not, do *not* dwell on those lights... and her hair... and that amazing effect...
*Pop!* *Zap!*
“What the frak!” “Frakk!”
I’m confused, or feigning confusion, or somewhere in the middle of both--I’m not sure in the unexpected darkness we’re plunged into. She, the resourceful deckhand, is just irritated with the wiring. Do not laugh Kelly, I mentally insist as curses collide. Do not, do *not*... “Damn. Did I break it?”
“You didn’t break it sir, no... the frakking generator’s out again. Ugh, give me a minute...” She calls me sir, in that unwavering respectful way of hers; she calls me sir, with her hands and wrists and fingers working miracles on metal and wire strands and that smoking fuse I assume is there somewhere. She calls me sir. Do not correct her Kelly, I plead with myself. Do not, do *not*...
“Got it! Yes!”
*Sizzle.* *Click.* And everything shimmers back, shimmer up, flooded with light. “Beautiful.”
“Sir?”
She calls me sir. Lords of Kobol help me, don’t let me correct her. “I mean the light, it’s beautiful. Thanks Cally.”
Lords of Kobol, I pray, silent and all gritted teeth and clammy hands, clenched fingers under the white-yellow glow, don’t let her have caught me staring.
Title: Let There Be Light
Author: Chanter
Series: BSG 2003
Rating: PG for a mild curse
Pairings: one-sided Kelly/Cally
Summary: Kelly’s POV. “Oh damn, did I break it?” Shimmer down, shimmer up. Don’t let her have caught me staring.
286 words
*Crackle.*
“What was that?” “What was that?”
We ask the question at the same time, words overlapping syllable on syllable, a jumble of feminine and masculine as the lights imperceptibly flicker.
*Snap, sizzle.*
“Did you hear that? What the...?”
Our phrases differ, but the intent is the same, layered questioning speech as the overheads dim, then return, white on cinnamon on white. Do not look Kelly, I instruct myself in the half-second between shimmer down and shimmer up. Do not, do *not* dwell on those lights... and her hair... and that amazing effect...
*Pop!* *Zap!*
“What the frak!” “Frakk!”
I’m confused, or feigning confusion, or somewhere in the middle of both--I’m not sure in the unexpected darkness we’re plunged into. She, the resourceful deckhand, is just irritated with the wiring. Do not laugh Kelly, I mentally insist as curses collide. Do not, do *not*... “Damn. Did I break it?”
“You didn’t break it sir, no... the frakking generator’s out again. Ugh, give me a minute...” She calls me sir, in that unwavering respectful way of hers; she calls me sir, with her hands and wrists and fingers working miracles on metal and wire strands and that smoking fuse I assume is there somewhere. She calls me sir. Do not correct her Kelly, I plead with myself. Do not, do *not*...
“Got it! Yes!”
*Sizzle.* *Click.* And everything shimmers back, shimmer up, flooded with light. “Beautiful.”
“Sir?”
She calls me sir. Lords of Kobol help me, don’t let me correct her. “I mean the light, it’s beautiful. Thanks Cally.”
Lords of Kobol, I pray, silent and all gritted teeth and clammy hands, clenched fingers under the white-yellow glow, don’t let her have caught me staring.
