I just came to say hello

Written for a prompt found on the Sherlolly meme for post-Reichenbach Swaplock and really, I can't resist that. I have now expanded the story a bit.

Title: A Thousand Questions
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Sherlock
Subcat: Swaplock
Ship: Molly/Sherlock

( Sally Donovan felt herself really relax for what was probably the first time in three years )

Title: Paved Roads
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler
Spoilers: post-Reichenbach
Rating: G
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing. Don’t sue me please.
Summary: One way or another, Sherlock Holmes had ceased to exist.
Thanks to Darcy for being my beautiful beta.

( One way or another, Sherlock Holmes had ceased to exist. )
(on FF.N:X)

A/N: This story was going in a different direction, actually. But this is where it ended up. Also, I have a things for Benedict and his natural hair color. I'm still digesting my FEELINGS from the finale, but my head!canon is growing quickly.
Also, I am not part of any Sherlock comms, so if anyone could recommend one, that would be AWESOME.

cheers.

Title: Five, Ten, Fifteen (2/3)
Author: amaliak
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: post-Mockingjay
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own these characters. Please give all your money love to Susanne Collins.
Summary: He begged her for years. It’s the only thing he’d ever really asked of her. Ten years later.
Author’s Note: Thank you to all who read part 1! This is my first THG fic, so I appreciate your kindness.

part 1: FIVE

( TEN )

This is for my own sake. Also because coffeesuperhero insisted that I do it. XD

WIP LIST:

ALIAS FANDOM - (yeah, there are STILL out there)
HUE Series I - A lighter shade of pale. Sark and Sydney have been off the grid for ten years...but now that their children have disappeared, they will have to get back in touch with the life they’d thought they’d left for good.
- I have hope for this story. It’s all there in my mind. I might just throw together an outline, because I don’t think I’ll get to it w/o trying to do a complete re-write.

There’s nothing left to lose: Sydney’s missing two years.
-I actually almost finished this one! I am determined!

Graduation gift for Jo: Sark-centered. This I started as a gift. For a HIGH SCHOOL grad present. She’s now MARRIED. *facepalm*


BSG FANDOM-

Tin Box : Helo leaves a box of memories for Kara. What will she realize when she sees her life through his eyes?
- the oldest of my WIPs, partially published. I have a handful of drawings that I’ve finished for this, but very little plot to go around it, so it’s pretty stagnant.

Untitled Project: A HUGE HUGE massive mind-frak piece centered around Lee post-Earth. It’s really sad and really depressing, and the last section might have people wanting to kill me. Which is why I haven’t posted. I think only my brain twin has seen this.

Un-love You Prompts: Kara/Lee. Centered around the universe of the above mentioned project. Only completed 2 so far. *headdesk*

Raiders of the Lost Tomb: Kara and Lee have to team up to find the map to Earth. But the cylons are on the hunt as well...can they set aside their past and work together?
-I’m actively working on this one. Chapter 3 should be ready soon.

CSI: Caprica: (not the real title). A buddy cop Kara/Lee. Which I promised Tara a million years ago. It’s started, but I had to scrap and start all over again. -_-

The Wrath of Themis: A Helo-Kara buddy cop story collab A/U w/ Karin. Nothing posted yet, but I think we’ve got...2 chapters ready? Ish? Ugh. Karin’s going to kill me for leaving this out in the breeze like that. *headdesk*

You’ve Got Mail x-over: Untitled, being worked on w/ Naz. Sorta.


XMFC

HA! None! All one-shots are done!! XDDDDDDD


CROSSOVERS

The Doctor and the Professor: XMFC / Doctor Who. Charles and Nine take a little trip.
- this one’s waiting for Kris. Because I chickened out on the part we left off.

No home for this heart: BSG/XMFC. This is the continuation of the Kara/Erik story I wrote before.
- in rough draft stages.

Title: Raiders of the Lost Tomb (Part 2)
Author: amaliak
Rating: PG
Characters: Lee Adama, Kara Thrace, cylons, mayhem, fun, archeology
Pairings: Lee/Kara, Everyone/Adventure
Summary: The cylons are slowly bringing a war to humanity, taking over one planet at a time. However, a secret division of the cylon forces has been collecting artifacts about the ancient myth of Earth. The colonial forces approached Dr. Kara Thrace, professor of archeology in Caprica City, to help stay one step ahead of what is believed to be the cylon plan: find the map to Earth. But Kara needs to find Bill Adama, the worlds’ expert on Earth lore...
Prompt: Crossover with Indiana Jones: Kara=Indy, Lee=Marion, will hopefully include the phrase "You call this archaeology?"
Warnings: Crack. And cheesiness.
Word Count: 2273
Beta: nazkey helped me out. Because she is the most amazing person ever. WOOT!!
Author's Notes: The highly anticipated second part of the adventure in which nothing much happens. Other than up the adventure factor by adding space and exotic planets. Also, journals and feelings.

( Lee stared out the window of the ship into the vast blackness of space. )

N_T prompt: Secret

Secret: Hope

Laura Roslin stared up at the tree canopy just outside of her tent, the tinkle of the stars just beyond in the dark Kobol sky. It wasn't raining now, but it was cold, and she had a root digging in her back. Her hands closed around the book of Pythia, cradled to her chest, the words in the bloodstained pages swirling in her head again and again.

With a soft sigh, she sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose as a choking sadness enveloped her. What if all this was wrong, what if all this was for nothing?

She looked out then in the the small camp of tents around her, those who trusted her, followed her here, were counting on her to be right. Her eyes fell on Kara Thrace, the young woman who was now resting against the trunk of a tree. The moonlight was hitting her blonde hair in a way that made it seemed almost glowing. She looked impossibly young right at that moment, and Laura wondered just how much someone like Kara would still follow the delusions of two old people that were simply grasping at a hope. She was putting her life on the line...for what?

Just then Lee...her Captain Apollo...appeared, having apparently just finished his watch. Laura's heart ached thinking about just how much he'd risked up until now. She watched as he stopped beside Lieutenant Thrace watching her for a moment. The moonlight showed face to Laura clearly, and she watched fascinated as it changed. He was tired, yes, worried. But right at this moment, he looked...content. There was a peace about him that she hadn't seen before. His eyes grew soft, and he carefully crouched down beside Kara, his hand hovering just over her hair, as if trying to gain the courage to touch her. He seemed to change his mind and brought his face closer, obscuring from Laura's view just what he was doing.

From where she lay, she could almost believe he was praying.

Then, just as fast as it had happened, he straightened up, still kneeling beside the sleeping lieutenant, but this time shaking her shoulder. Laura watched as Kara's face contorted in displeasure, but Lee was insistent and though Laura couldn't hear them, she could tell that it was time to switch the guard. Kara's answer to that must have been a snarky one, and Lee gave her a long-suffering look, but settled down on the ground right next to Kara. She leaned on him heavily in an exaggerated move to stand up and kicked him lightly as she stood up to go on watch. He grinned smugly and pretended to fall asleep immediately. Kara stomped away, grumbling to herself and Laura suppressed a giggle. She continued to watch closely as Lee adjusted himself on the ground, now occupying the spot that Kara had vacated and saw how his face gained the same calm she'd seen earlier.

He had hope, she realized. And it had everything to do with the young Lieutenant.

Laura settled herself back in her tent, shifting away from the offending root, and stared at the stars again. There was hope.

And that was worth everything.


END

*******SECRET: HOARDING*******
She doesn't know it, but he kept a lot of her stuff when she died.

The photo of them (the three of them, the one with the guilt all over their faces) is in his quarters, sitting neatly on his desk in a small frame that Dee had put it in (more guilt).

But the other things...a Galactica sweatshirt, one that had come from the giftshop that had been destroyed along with the 12 colonies. He'd worn it for the first few weeks on Galactica, but when she got back from Caprica, she'd swiped it from his locker. He'd finally gotten it back.

A pair of earrings (from that night), a black satin shirt, an old baseball cap with a splatter of red paint.

These were kept hidden, tucked away in the corner of his locker.

She didn't know they were there.

END.

****SECRET: WITNESS****

Cally usually didn't like to hang out in the pilots ready room. It was loud and viper jocks tended to not appreciate having knuckledraggers around.

But they were celebrating the success of their homemade brew, and she was damn proud that for once, everyone wanted to come and hang out on the hangardeck. So there she was, drunker than she had been in a long long time, sitting with the big bad Viper jocks at the triad table. She was insane, she knew, because her cards sucked, but she had bet everything she had. Racetrack was giggling across from her, and the Chief was looking very seriously at his cards. Starbuck was cocky as ever as the CAG made a comment about how much she was drinking. A few others, like Sharon, looked on.

"Ok, little Miss Cally, if you're still in," Crashdown was saying to her, his speech slurring and making her giggle. "You're going to have to put up something else."

"Hey!" the Chief began protesting. "Cally is NOT going to strip, man."

"No, no. Nothing like that," Crashdown tried to explain, calming the older man down. "I'm not going to defile your precious Cally."

"Only in your dreams, Crash," Starbuck quipped, and the CAG kicked her chair.

"BUT," Crashdown went on. "I will let her bet....truth or dare."

"Jeez, Crash, what is this, a slumber party?" Racetrack asked as others joined with similar sentiments.

The rotgut was running through her veins, which is the only reason that she managed to make her voice heard over the noise: "DARE!"

There a second of surprised silence as everyone stared at her in shock. "Common, lay down your cards, Crash. I'm feeling lucky tonight!"

She lost, of course.

"Ok, ok, a bet's a bet!" Crash was saying as the rowdiness of the reveal died down. He stared at her very seriously and was doing his best to stay sitting in his chair. "Cally. I dare you to tell us a secret. And not just any secret. A real secret, something that you swore to tell no one else...and only about someone in the room."

The silence was deafening. Cally managed to catch sight of the faces of the people around her. Sharon's face had grown ashen, frozen in place, mid-drink. The Chief was staring hard at Crashdown, probably hoping to be able to shoot laser beams out of his eyes in order to blow his head up. Racetrack cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably. Starbuck was staring right back her, all defiance and bravado, hiding the fear that Cally knew was there. She did know all their secrets, afterall.

Her eyes finally landed on the CAG, his face twitching a bit as he stared at the ground. He lifted his eyes to meet hers just then, their intensity piercing through the alcohol. She remembered how he'd looked a few weeks earlier, how he'd looked at Starbuck when she'd vowed to always love him and be by his side as the gods intended, remembered the way his hand had shaken slightly when signing the legal documents. She thought of the way he'd hugged her, just as she'd finished signing her own name by the witness box.

"Ok, I've got a good one," Cally said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. Dropping her voice to stage whisper she said, "You use rolled up socks in your pants, and they're the same ones that you use to sweeten the pot at the triad table."

The exploding chorus of disgust that followed was almost deafening, and had put the cap on the night. The CAG reminded everyone about duty the next day, and slowly the group dispersed.

Cally stood up from the table, swaying on her feet.

"Easy, easy," Cheif said, holding her steady. "Gods, you're a lightweight Cally. It's a good thing you've got the day off tomorrow."

Cally giggled as she tried to straighten up, but her legs gave out from under her and she plunked to the floor. Laughter came out of her in waves, and while she knew she was going to regret this in the morning, she was happy.

"Let me give you a hand with that, Chief," she heard the CAG say, and before she knew it she was being lifted up in the air and carried off across the deck to crew quarters.

She clung to the CAG's neck, noting that he smelled of engine grease and liquor (or was that her?) and before she knew it, she was being placed inside her bunk.

Later, she would blush with embarrassment that the CAG even did that.

Later, she would remember that he'd kissed her forehead and thanked her quietly.

Later, she would remind him that she was always good at keeping secrets.


END.

Written for N_T A/U

He puts out the cigarette in the ash tray beside him and pulls out another, quickly lighting it up.

He kept his back to his typewriter, mockingly holding a blank sheet of paper. His editors were calling three times a day now, since he was overdue with his latest smash novel a week ago.

He couldn't tell them he hadn't even started it yet.

The phone rang again, breaking him out of his reverie. D'anna Biers was used to getting her way, and wouldn't stand for being ignored for much longer. Any minute now she would march herself over here and demand to see his first draft.

Lee put out his cigarette and grabbed his hat and coat. He wasn't going to stick around for when she showed up.

***

He walked along the riverbank, the bright neon lights of the city nearly drowning out the night. He sat down on a bench, crossing his arms against the chill of the night.

All around him, people were bustling back and forth, moving between clubs and restaurants without a care in the world. His mood was dark, and he stood up, walking further away.

That's when he saw her.



He felt captured in her eyes, this stranger with this the enigmatic smile. She was beautiful, inviting him into her world...he didn't want to leave.

He wasn't sure how long her stood there staring at her up on that billboard, but when he snapped to, he rushed back to his apartment.

There was a scrawled note from D'anna taped to his door ("Call me, ASAP!") which he tore down and dropped into the wastebasket. He didn't even bother to take off his coat before he started pounding frantically on this typewriter, the story swirling inside his head, forming a vivid and emotional story, so real it was as if he'd lived it.

Kara Thrace was a woman who would not be tamed.
She broke my heart, and there's no one else in the world that I'd rather give the mended pieces back to...

**END**

For N_T, "Why do you miss pilots?"

"I miss us."

Kara lifted an eyebrow at this non-sequitur from Lee.

"You miss 'us'?" Kara asked slowly, trying to gauge where he was going with this. The subject of 'them' was an open field...green, lush and inviting...and chalked full of landmines ready to below anyone who came near to kingdom come.

Lee had stuck his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground for a second as he smiled. "Yeah. I do." He looked up at her then, shrugging a bit. "We never see each other anymore. I feel like we haven't even really talked in..." he shrugged, trying to find the words.

She saved him the trouble. "You're the president of the Colonies, Lee. I'm Galactica's CAG. We're on the way to Earth. There's not exactly a lot of time to hang out at Joe's and play a hand of triad anymore."

He gave her a withering look that said that's not what he had meant, and she knew it. "There's always something," he said, and that was inching a little close to their usual landmines. He stopped just short of it, though, shaking his head and softening his gaze. "I just miss working together, going out on CAPs, you ignoring my speeches in the ready room, me beating the crap out of you in triad."

Kara laughed at this. "What universe were you living in, Apollo? You could never beat me at triad."

Lee joined her and it hit her all at once that he was right. She missed hearing him laugh, missed the teasing, the constant company.
After everything that they'd been through, all they'd hurt each other and loved and lost...she missed her friend.

She didn't have many of those.

"Tell you, what," she said, "I'll make you a deal. When we get down to Earth, I'm going to pick a direction and we're going to walk as far and as long as I say we will."

Lee looked at her in mock alarm. "Are you saying you're going to take me out to a deserted field and lose me, Starbuck?"

Kara rolled her eyes. "I think I'd be doing too many people a favor." They both laughed again.

"Really, a camping trip. Just the two of us," Kara told him, feeling herself get excited about really being down on Earth, exploring it with her friend, starting a new life.

Lee genuinely smiled, the excitement that registered in his eyes making him look impossibly young. "Just you and me."

She made her way to the door, and he followed, leaving the somberness of his father's empty office and into the busy hallways of Galactica.

"And hey, if it makes you feel any better, no one listens to my speeches in the ready room either."

***END***