A Gift for Apodixis
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pilots_presentsTitle: Sewing Circle
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ninjamonkey73
Summary: She held up the green BDUs, fingers waggling through the gaping tear along the back of one leg.
Characters: Kara, Lee
Rating: PG
Author Notes: Shamelessly angst-free pilots, for the prompt “mending holes in clothing”
“Oh, this is just frakking great,” Kara gritted through her teeth as she sat at the bunk room table. “This is my last pair of pants.”
She held up the green BDUs, fingers waggling through the gaping tear along the back of one leg.
Lee glanced from his locker where he was putting away clean laundry and shrugged. “So, mend them,” he said matter-of-factly as he turned back to the task at hand.
Blinking slowly and glaring at the back of his head, she tossed the pants onto the table and dropped her head on top of them with an audible thunk. Her voice was muffled as she spoke.
“So, mend them,” she parroted, voice higher than normal to mock him. She lifted her head and continued. “And spend the rest of my life in pants with a big, bunched up seam right under my leg.”
Lee turned, eyebrows raised, and leaned down to inspect the rip. He stretched his hand out, measuring the rip with the span of his fingers. The edges were heavily frayed and wouldn’t join cleanly without bunching, just as Kara had said. “Looks like you’ll need to put a patch on it, then.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you, Apollo?”
His eyes lit briefly in a smile before he turned mock-serious. “No, you’re right. I don’t know how I could be so cavalier about it. Clearly, you can never wear pants again.” Smirking, Lee turned back to his locker, retrieving a small box. “Here. You can use my kit. I have some scraps in there, too, so you should be able to cut yourself a patch. Now, quit your bitching, Starbuck, and just fix them.”
“Quit your bitching, Starbuck,” she mimicked again, digging into the box to find scissors, a needle, and a spool of dark thread. The scraps of cloth were mostly smaller than she needed; as she ruled each one out, she tossed it out of her way. As luck would have it, the last piece was big enough if she angled it just right across the gash. She trimmed off the excess, gathered up the other pieces she’d discarded, and threw the small pile of scraps back into Lee’s kit.
As she threaded the needle, she started murmuring to herself. “If I catch the knuckle dragger that was in charge of my repair bay, they’ll have more than a little rip to worry about.
They’re lucky all I caught on that jagged edge of decking was my pants. They’d have a lot more to answer for if their best fighter jock was out of commission in sick bay with a gashed leg.”
Without turning from his task of folding tanks at his locker, Lee corrected, “How could I have cut myself if you were in that repair bay, Starbuck?”
Kara grabbed the spool of thread from the table and pinged it off the back of his head.
“Ow,” he whined, rubbing his head for a second as he chased down the rolling spool. “Don’t lose my thread. Do you know how hard this stuff will be to find in another couple of years?”
The thread came to rest by the hatch and Lee picked it up, walking up behind Kara to drop it back into his kit. He eyed her work critically, shaking his head. “Your stitches are too far apart.”
Kara turned slowly, eyes narrowed at him. She thrust the pants and needle toward him. “Fine. You’re such an expert, you do it.”
He laughed, pushing them back at her. “And have you miss this prime learning opportunity? No way.”
She smirked up at him through her eyelashes and slid over on the bench. “What if I watched you really closely? Learn from the master, and all.”
Eying her suspiciously, he took a seat beside her. “I suspect I’m being played. You better pay close attention, Kara.”
She slid the pants along the table to rest in front of him and held out the needle. “You have my undivided attention, oh great one.”
Lee fussed over the material for a few moments, first spreading the pants out neatly across the tabletop, then taking the needle off the thread and pulling out Kara’s sloppy stitches.
With the thread back in the needle, he began to stitch carefully from one corner of the patch, explaining his process as he worked. “You want your stitches to be as close together as you can get them. That way, there are no loose edges to catch on things and tear again.”
He worked a few minutes in silence, securing only a couple of inches of the patch in the process, and Kara yawned, propping her head up and making a great show of intently watching him work.
“Ugh. This is taking FOREVER,” she eventually huffed. “I’m bored.”
Anchoring the needle in the patch, he turned to face her, sliding the pants toward her. “You get the idea.”
“Whoa, wait,” she said, grabbing his arm as he tried to get up. “You’re not finished.”
He chuckled and furrowed his brow at her. “I thought I was just showing you how to do it. Which I did.”
Kara ran two fingers along his arm, shoulder to elbow, and thrust her lip out in a pout. “You know I’m just going to half-ass the rest and make a huge mess out of it.” She batted her eyes at him playfully. “Please finish it for me?”
He sighed dramatically and pulled the pants back in front of him. “You owe me for this, Kara.”
She barked a loud laugh and slid closer. “Have anything in mind, Lee? I’m sure I have some skills you’d find… handy.” To punctuate her statement, she dropped her hand to his knee and let it creep up his leg slowly.
Lee squirmed beside her and groaned a tense warning through clenched teeth. “Kara.”
Her hand settled halfway up his leg and she leaned in, pressing her chest against his arm to get her mouth to his ear. Her breath tickled as she whispered, “No, you’re right. You should finish that first. You can drop it in my locker when you’re done. I’ll go hit the showers. Naked.”
She rose quickly, not giving him time to process her words, grabbed her shower kit, and sashayed to the hatch. Before she left, she turned and smiled, leaning against the open hatch. “Make sure those stitches are nice and… tight, Lee.”
The door clanged shut behind her and Lee stared blankly at the hatch a moment before turning back to the work in his hands. He worked carefully on another couple of stitches before anchoring the needle and tossing the whole bundle into her open locker.
“Frak it,” he said to the empty room, a smile spreading across his face as he grabbed his own shower kit, then jogged out into the hall to catch up to her. “I want payment in advance.”
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ninjamonkey73Summary: She held up the green BDUs, fingers waggling through the gaping tear along the back of one leg.
Characters: Kara, Lee
Rating: PG
Author Notes: Shamelessly angst-free pilots, for the prompt “mending holes in clothing”
“Oh, this is just frakking great,” Kara gritted through her teeth as she sat at the bunk room table. “This is my last pair of pants.”
She held up the green BDUs, fingers waggling through the gaping tear along the back of one leg.
Lee glanced from his locker where he was putting away clean laundry and shrugged. “So, mend them,” he said matter-of-factly as he turned back to the task at hand.
Blinking slowly and glaring at the back of his head, she tossed the pants onto the table and dropped her head on top of them with an audible thunk. Her voice was muffled as she spoke.
“So, mend them,” she parroted, voice higher than normal to mock him. She lifted her head and continued. “And spend the rest of my life in pants with a big, bunched up seam right under my leg.”
Lee turned, eyebrows raised, and leaned down to inspect the rip. He stretched his hand out, measuring the rip with the span of his fingers. The edges were heavily frayed and wouldn’t join cleanly without bunching, just as Kara had said. “Looks like you’ll need to put a patch on it, then.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you, Apollo?”
His eyes lit briefly in a smile before he turned mock-serious. “No, you’re right. I don’t know how I could be so cavalier about it. Clearly, you can never wear pants again.” Smirking, Lee turned back to his locker, retrieving a small box. “Here. You can use my kit. I have some scraps in there, too, so you should be able to cut yourself a patch. Now, quit your bitching, Starbuck, and just fix them.”
“Quit your bitching, Starbuck,” she mimicked again, digging into the box to find scissors, a needle, and a spool of dark thread. The scraps of cloth were mostly smaller than she needed; as she ruled each one out, she tossed it out of her way. As luck would have it, the last piece was big enough if she angled it just right across the gash. She trimmed off the excess, gathered up the other pieces she’d discarded, and threw the small pile of scraps back into Lee’s kit.
As she threaded the needle, she started murmuring to herself. “If I catch the knuckle dragger that was in charge of my repair bay, they’ll have more than a little rip to worry about.
They’re lucky all I caught on that jagged edge of decking was my pants. They’d have a lot more to answer for if their best fighter jock was out of commission in sick bay with a gashed leg.”
Without turning from his task of folding tanks at his locker, Lee corrected, “How could I have cut myself if you were in that repair bay, Starbuck?”
Kara grabbed the spool of thread from the table and pinged it off the back of his head.
“Ow,” he whined, rubbing his head for a second as he chased down the rolling spool. “Don’t lose my thread. Do you know how hard this stuff will be to find in another couple of years?”
The thread came to rest by the hatch and Lee picked it up, walking up behind Kara to drop it back into his kit. He eyed her work critically, shaking his head. “Your stitches are too far apart.”
Kara turned slowly, eyes narrowed at him. She thrust the pants and needle toward him. “Fine. You’re such an expert, you do it.”
He laughed, pushing them back at her. “And have you miss this prime learning opportunity? No way.”
She smirked up at him through her eyelashes and slid over on the bench. “What if I watched you really closely? Learn from the master, and all.”
Eying her suspiciously, he took a seat beside her. “I suspect I’m being played. You better pay close attention, Kara.”
She slid the pants along the table to rest in front of him and held out the needle. “You have my undivided attention, oh great one.”
Lee fussed over the material for a few moments, first spreading the pants out neatly across the tabletop, then taking the needle off the thread and pulling out Kara’s sloppy stitches.
With the thread back in the needle, he began to stitch carefully from one corner of the patch, explaining his process as he worked. “You want your stitches to be as close together as you can get them. That way, there are no loose edges to catch on things and tear again.”
He worked a few minutes in silence, securing only a couple of inches of the patch in the process, and Kara yawned, propping her head up and making a great show of intently watching him work.
“Ugh. This is taking FOREVER,” she eventually huffed. “I’m bored.”
Anchoring the needle in the patch, he turned to face her, sliding the pants toward her. “You get the idea.”
“Whoa, wait,” she said, grabbing his arm as he tried to get up. “You’re not finished.”
He chuckled and furrowed his brow at her. “I thought I was just showing you how to do it. Which I did.”
Kara ran two fingers along his arm, shoulder to elbow, and thrust her lip out in a pout. “You know I’m just going to half-ass the rest and make a huge mess out of it.” She batted her eyes at him playfully. “Please finish it for me?”
He sighed dramatically and pulled the pants back in front of him. “You owe me for this, Kara.”
She barked a loud laugh and slid closer. “Have anything in mind, Lee? I’m sure I have some skills you’d find… handy.” To punctuate her statement, she dropped her hand to his knee and let it creep up his leg slowly.
Lee squirmed beside her and groaned a tense warning through clenched teeth. “Kara.”
Her hand settled halfway up his leg and she leaned in, pressing her chest against his arm to get her mouth to his ear. Her breath tickled as she whispered, “No, you’re right. You should finish that first. You can drop it in my locker when you’re done. I’ll go hit the showers. Naked.”
She rose quickly, not giving him time to process her words, grabbed her shower kit, and sashayed to the hatch. Before she left, she turned and smiled, leaning against the open hatch. “Make sure those stitches are nice and… tight, Lee.”
The door clanged shut behind her and Lee stared blankly at the hatch a moment before turning back to the work in his hands. He worked carefully on another couple of stitches before anchoring the needle and tossing the whole bundle into her open locker.
“Frak it,” he said to the empty room, a smile spreading across his face as he grabbed his own shower kit, then jogged out into the hall to catch up to her. “I want payment in advance.”
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Date: 2012-02-25 05:34 pm (UTC)My prompts I gave were so lackluster but you did such an incredible job bringing life to them! I could not have dreamed up a fic so spot on and hilarious at the same time. Fics like this remind me of how great their banter and friendship (and that little spark of something more) was earlier on in the series before it got turned to angst full time.
I full on, out loud laughed everytime Kara was mimicking him and especially at this part:
“No, you’re right. I don’t know how I could be so cavalier about it. Clearly, you can never wear pants again.”
This was my first time ever doing a fic exchange like this and I seriously read this one all dreamy eyed, as so:
Thank you so much, anonymous-fic-writer!
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Date: 2012-03-07 12:50 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! I got the idea for it the moment I read your prompts. I think we all needed some angst-free piloty goodness! :)
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