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Tweak says, "*bother*"

Lt. (jg) Colton Nathaniel West (colton_west) wrote in kobols_legacies,
@ 2008-05-09 12:28:00

Entry tags:

( a completed scene), (c) colton west, (c) rosie shayl, (l) avalon

A Second Chance
Cole stood in front of the door to Captain Tarix's door and raised his angry fist. He took a deep breath, paused and then lowered his arm. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd been given so many chances that it somehow felt wrong to just end someone's career as a Viper Pilot before it even started. Still, enough was enough.

He turned and stormed back into the barracks, slamming the door behind him without missing a stride. He cleared the barracks in three steps and reached into Rosie's bunk, where she lay crying softly. With his free hand he tore the privacy curtain off it's track. With a slight grunt and a single, swift motion he yanked her out of the bed and lifted her several inches in the air. He slammed her into the bulkhead, holding her by the corner of her shirt with his forearm pressed across her throat, cutting off her circulation ever so slightly.

Dropping the torn privacy curtain to the floor, he drew his own sidearm and put it to the side of her head. "You want to die pointlessly, Cupcake? Is that it?"

His eyes burned with a merciless fire and his finger lingered near the trigger. He stared at her as if he were some kind of mad executioner, just waiting for the command.

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	viper_cupcake 2008-05-11 12:05 pm UTC (link)
	"If that wreck happened before C-Day I wouldn't have even made it this far. And maybe it's an excuse, but gods damn it, I'm opening up to you. I'm baring my frakking soul here." There was a certain amount of sarcasm in her tone, enough to make it safe. That way it was almost a joke. Finally, she shook her head. "No more excuses, fine." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

colton_west
2008-05-11 12:09 pm UTC (link)

He clenched his outstretched hand and let out a sigh, "I know that, Rose."

He paused for a moment, allowing the tension to hang heavy in the air like some kind of invisible miasma. "That's why I'm being so difficult, so hard. If I'm easy on you, when the time comes to be made of steel you won't have the mettle if I'm coddling you. You'll end up dead."

He ran a hand through her hair, "And I'm tired of seeing people I care about die."

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	viper_cupcake 2008-05-11 12:23 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh well thank you for your consideration," she snorted, but paused immediately after, glancing downward. Anywhere but at his eyes. "Oh, so you care about me now?" she mumbled. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

colton_west
2008-05-11 12:30 pm UTC (link)

His eyes flashed with anger and he seemed to almost snarl. The compassion vanished from his face in an instant. He whirled around in a single, fluid motion and grabbed the box containing her drugs and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a satisfying smashing noise.

He looked down at her, breathing hard to contain his rage: "Frak you, junkie." He went over to his locker and flipped it open. He knelt down by it, idly screwing with whatever brick-a-brack he kept inside. "In three days, when you're shaking for a fix, don't come to me for some much as a sympathetic look."

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viper_cupcake
2008-05-11 12:38 pm UTC (link)

That was it? It was gone. Nothing. It could have been her imagination that he'd been soft with her, kind even, a moment before.

And she'd frakked it up.

She slumped to the floor, suddenly conscious that she was still just standing there in her underwear and PT top. She hugged her knees to her chest, her back against the bulkhead.

"I don't want your sympathy," she said flatly. "And I'm not trying to be an asshole. I just." She sighed. "I really didn't know."

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	colton_west 2008-05-11 12:41 pm UTC (link)
	He slammed his locker shut and stood up, turning on his heel. His eyes were cold, hard, and unforgiving. "When you do know, come find me." Without so much as a second glance, he flopped onto his bunk and began to unlace his boots. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

viper_cupcake
2008-05-11 01:21 pm UTC (link)

She stood, wrapped her arms around herself and glared for a few endless moments. Finally, she went to her own locker and dug out her PT sweats. She wiggled into them, finally relieved to be less naked. Both literally and figuratively. Finally, she crossed the room and collected the discarded box's contents. She placed it all on the table, too exhausted to even care if anyone else barged in.

She stared at it all for awhile. And then, she did something she did not want to do.

She lifted the vial and threw it as hard as she could against the cold metal floor. With a sound like a gunshot, it ricocheted off the hard surface, landed at her feet.

The glass vial was still in pretty good shape, but now a fissure ran down the side. Good enough. She put it on the floor drain and shoved her foot in a boot. She brought her booted foot down on the vial so hard she felt a shock reverberate through her skull. The fissure exploded, the glass crunched under her boot.

By now she was of course shaking, her eyes were wet but she held back the tears. The morpha dripped into the drain, gone forever. Rosie sank to her knees and started cleaning up the glass.

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colton_west
2008-05-11 06:47 pm UTC (link)

He watched her as she gingerly swept the glass into a pan. A part of him wanted to stand up, to walk over there, to clean it up for her. But, he stopped himself. This wasn't his battle, and no matter what he did it never would be. Instead he finished unlacing his boots, sat them beside his bunk and laid down.

After a long, difficult minute he came to the stark and frightening personal conclusion that, at his heart, he wasn't much different from Dagger or Jester. He realized that the only thing that separated any of them from becoming as broken and desperate as the Cupcake was nothing more than simple, obstinate refusal to feel something. It was a cold conclusion as he realized the chilling nature of the Colonial Fleet wasn't that different from the emotionless CPU of the Cylons.

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viper_cupcake
2008-05-11 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Her work accomplished, her hands decorated with cuts from the glass, speckled slightly with blood, she rose. She kicked the boot into her locker and put on her shower shoes and picked up the box.

"I'm getting rid of this," she explained as she crossed the cabin and made her way to the hatch. She stepped through the hatch and had moved into the corridor, when she turned back to look at Cole.

"What I meant before was I didn't know you cared." And then, slamming the hatch shut behind her, she headed off down the corridor.

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