Fic: On the Road
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embolaliaTitle: On the Road
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Word Count: ~1,000
A/N: Prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sci_fi_shipper during today's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bsg_epics game: Kara is working as a long-haul trucker to earn cash for college. Lee meets her late one night at a diner.
On the Road
Kara yawns widely, then tries to shake herself awake. It’s just past 3AM, still the beginning of her drive, and she can’t get tired yet. It’s starting to snow and the roads aren’t salted; falling asleep is an even worse idea than usual. Glancing out the window as a sign flashes past, she glimpses a sign for a truck stop and swings into the right lane. On the radio, Hendrix starts to play and she grins, turning it up as the music starts to build. All she needs is a twenty minute break and she’ll be ready to go.
In the diner at the truck stop, the florescent lights are flickering unsteadily, but the coffee smells like coffee and that’s all Kara’s looking for. She settles onto a stool by the bar and orders from a waitress who looks like she might have been asleep until Kara walked in. Eggs and toast and coffee - hot and hard to screw up.
The door jingles as someone else enters, and Kara turns in surprise.
A young man looks back at her. He’s gorgeous, that’s for sure, and Kara drags her eyes down his body for a lascivious moment.
“Hey,” he says, smiling. “You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to I-95, would you?”
Kara raises an eyebrow. “Where the hell did you come from besides I-95?”
He sighs in relief. “It’s close then? Thank the Gods.” He heads toward her, sits down on the neighboring stool. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee for your help,” he offers, waving to the waitress. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Lee.”
“Kara.” She takes it, holding his gaze, then breaking off quickly as her heart starts to race inexplicably. “What are you doing way the hell out here at this hour of the night?”
He shrugs. “My girlfriend brought me home for the holidays...but we broke up. I had to leave.”
She winces broadly. “Ouch.”
“Yeah...” Lee sighs. “It was kind of my idea. I’ve just never found that...that connection you’re supposed to have. Plus I think her dad thought I was there to ask if I could marry her.”
Kara snorts in the middle of a sip of coffee and the liquid spurts out of her mouth. Suddenly Lee’s laughing, and then she’s laughing too. “Go ahead, appreciate my pain,” she grumbles, wiping at her shirt as his shoulders shake.
“I will,” he teases back. They stare at each other for a long moment, eyes bright.
“Eggs and toast,” the waitress calls, sliding a plate down the counter to Kara.
She turns to her food, eating quickly while Lee orders pie and the girl serves it up.
“So what are you doing out here?” he finally asks.
Kara takes a long sip of coffee. “Driving,” she answers. “I can make a thousand cubits a week if I push myself hard enough, and I figure by the end of the year I’ll have enough saved for a few semesters of college.”
Lee blinks in surprise. “Oh.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Didn’t think a girl could be a trucker?”
His lips shift, hinting at a grin. “I was just thinking I’ve never seen the inside of a truck like that before.”
Kara gives him a sideways glare. “Mine’s not a sleeper, so just get that off your mind, Mr. Broken Up.” She looks him over brazenly, taking the sting out of her words. If it weren’t so frakking cold out, she’d suggest they could make do in the passenger seat.
Lee shrugs. “Just saying.” He finishes the last bite of his pie. “Where are you headed?”
She yawns, then shakes her head, fighting off sleepiness. “Caprica City. Three hundred miles by dawn.”
“Me, too!” he bursts out, then blushes faintly at his own enthusiasm. “My mom lives there.”
Kara nods. “Well, honk if you see me drifting.” She drops a few cubits on the counter, and slides off her stool.
“Nice to meet you, Kara,” Lee calls as he pays up.
She waves and heads out into the night.
The air is well below freezing as she heads back to her truck, and she pulls her dad’s old leather jacket tight around herself. Just as she reaches the cab, she hears a shout behind her.
“Wait up!”
Lee’s running across the deserted parking lot toward her, his coat flapping open. As he stops before her, panting, snow settles into his long eyelashes. For the space of three breaths he just peers into Kara’s eyes, and then something shifts and he moves toward her in an instant, his lips hovering over hers for the merest second before he kisses her, fast and hot and sure.
The cold fades aways as Lee’s arms wrap around her, as his body presses hers against the truck. Kara kisses him back, her fingers in his hair, holding him close.
When they separate, panting, they’re both grinning like idiots.
“Can I--” Lee waves back toward the diner. “I know what I said before, about just having broken up, but...can I call you? When we get to the city?”
Kara reaches into her pocket for a paper and pen and scribbles down her number. She slaps it against his chest. “You’d better,” she breathes.
Lee takes it and steps back, heading toward his car. He holds the paper with her number against his chest. “I will,” he promises, and disappears into the dark.
She climbs up into the driver’s seat and starts the truck. The same song is playing on the radio, the Dylan version this time. Kara smiles to herself. Their song. She pulls out onto the highway, peering through the snow as it starts to fall harder. Behind her Lee honks three times, and Kara grins as she presses hard on her own horn. It’s nearly four in the morning and she feels like she’s awake for the first time in her life.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Word Count: ~1,000
A/N: Prompt from
sci_fi_shipper during today's bsg_epics game: Kara is working as a long-haul trucker to earn cash for college. Lee meets her late one night at a diner.On the Road
Kara yawns widely, then tries to shake herself awake. It’s just past 3AM, still the beginning of her drive, and she can’t get tired yet. It’s starting to snow and the roads aren’t salted; falling asleep is an even worse idea than usual. Glancing out the window as a sign flashes past, she glimpses a sign for a truck stop and swings into the right lane. On the radio, Hendrix starts to play and she grins, turning it up as the music starts to build. All she needs is a twenty minute break and she’ll be ready to go.
In the diner at the truck stop, the florescent lights are flickering unsteadily, but the coffee smells like coffee and that’s all Kara’s looking for. She settles onto a stool by the bar and orders from a waitress who looks like she might have been asleep until Kara walked in. Eggs and toast and coffee - hot and hard to screw up.
The door jingles as someone else enters, and Kara turns in surprise.
A young man looks back at her. He’s gorgeous, that’s for sure, and Kara drags her eyes down his body for a lascivious moment.
“Hey,” he says, smiling. “You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to I-95, would you?”
Kara raises an eyebrow. “Where the hell did you come from besides I-95?”
He sighs in relief. “It’s close then? Thank the Gods.” He heads toward her, sits down on the neighboring stool. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee for your help,” he offers, waving to the waitress. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Lee.”
“Kara.” She takes it, holding his gaze, then breaking off quickly as her heart starts to race inexplicably. “What are you doing way the hell out here at this hour of the night?”
He shrugs. “My girlfriend brought me home for the holidays...but we broke up. I had to leave.”
She winces broadly. “Ouch.”
“Yeah...” Lee sighs. “It was kind of my idea. I’ve just never found that...that connection you’re supposed to have. Plus I think her dad thought I was there to ask if I could marry her.”
Kara snorts in the middle of a sip of coffee and the liquid spurts out of her mouth. Suddenly Lee’s laughing, and then she’s laughing too. “Go ahead, appreciate my pain,” she grumbles, wiping at her shirt as his shoulders shake.
“I will,” he teases back. They stare at each other for a long moment, eyes bright.
“Eggs and toast,” the waitress calls, sliding a plate down the counter to Kara.
She turns to her food, eating quickly while Lee orders pie and the girl serves it up.
“So what are you doing out here?” he finally asks.
Kara takes a long sip of coffee. “Driving,” she answers. “I can make a thousand cubits a week if I push myself hard enough, and I figure by the end of the year I’ll have enough saved for a few semesters of college.”
Lee blinks in surprise. “Oh.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Didn’t think a girl could be a trucker?”
His lips shift, hinting at a grin. “I was just thinking I’ve never seen the inside of a truck like that before.”
Kara gives him a sideways glare. “Mine’s not a sleeper, so just get that off your mind, Mr. Broken Up.” She looks him over brazenly, taking the sting out of her words. If it weren’t so frakking cold out, she’d suggest they could make do in the passenger seat.
Lee shrugs. “Just saying.” He finishes the last bite of his pie. “Where are you headed?”
She yawns, then shakes her head, fighting off sleepiness. “Caprica City. Three hundred miles by dawn.”
“Me, too!” he bursts out, then blushes faintly at his own enthusiasm. “My mom lives there.”
Kara nods. “Well, honk if you see me drifting.” She drops a few cubits on the counter, and slides off her stool.
“Nice to meet you, Kara,” Lee calls as he pays up.
She waves and heads out into the night.
The air is well below freezing as she heads back to her truck, and she pulls her dad’s old leather jacket tight around herself. Just as she reaches the cab, she hears a shout behind her.
“Wait up!”
Lee’s running across the deserted parking lot toward her, his coat flapping open. As he stops before her, panting, snow settles into his long eyelashes. For the space of three breaths he just peers into Kara’s eyes, and then something shifts and he moves toward her in an instant, his lips hovering over hers for the merest second before he kisses her, fast and hot and sure.
The cold fades aways as Lee’s arms wrap around her, as his body presses hers against the truck. Kara kisses him back, her fingers in his hair, holding him close.
When they separate, panting, they’re both grinning like idiots.
“Can I--” Lee waves back toward the diner. “I know what I said before, about just having broken up, but...can I call you? When we get to the city?”
Kara reaches into her pocket for a paper and pen and scribbles down her number. She slaps it against his chest. “You’d better,” she breathes.
Lee takes it and steps back, heading toward his car. He holds the paper with her number against his chest. “I will,” he promises, and disappears into the dark.
She climbs up into the driver’s seat and starts the truck. The same song is playing on the radio, the Dylan version this time. Kara smiles to herself. Their song. She pulls out onto the highway, peering through the snow as it starts to fall harder. Behind her Lee honks three times, and Kara grins as she presses hard on her own horn. It’s nearly four in the morning and she feels like she’s awake for the first time in her life.
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