kace tailor & kara thrace (frakkingfrak) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-22 03:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam leroy, kace tailor |
Who: Kace Tailor and Adam Leroy.
What: Adam decides to play nice to get his Viper. Kace is unimpressed.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: A few hours south of Camelot HQ.
Warnings: Language. Sexual tension. Overuse of made up words.
She didn't know why she'd agreed to this. There was no way a meeting with Adam was going to go any kind of well. They'd proven that more than once, hadn't they? The two of them couldn't occupy the same space, digital or otherwise, without starting a pissing contest. Still, she didn't want to hold his fighter hostage. Correction, Kara didn't want to. Kace had no problem with watching him squirm, but arguing with her other half took a lot more energy than she could muster. So, after listening to Kara's trademark combination of yelling and whining, she'd caved. Even though she'd handed over the directions to where the Vipers were parked, she was vindictively hoping that he'd get lost somewhere in the English countryside, never to be heard from again. That would make her day.
Getting there wasn't a problem for her. She hung around the castle all morning, scowling at anyone who poked their head in to her office. After lunch, she borrowed one of the company cars and made the drive for the dozenth time. There were pretty decent ruts through the field now, showing just how often she and Laura had come and gone. She'd left her fighter here instead of moving it on to Camelot property. If she was being honest, it was because she'd known that she would have to give Adam's over eventually, and there was no way she was getting permission to invite him to headquarters. Daniel was probably going to get shifty eyed if she kept hauling her ex-boyfriends in. Meeting him in no-man's land was easier, anyway. It was nice and neutral. He could do whatever he wanted with his Viper and go. As for Kace, she figured it was probably time to move hers. She had her helmet and jumpsuit in her trunk for that exact reason. She wanted to fly, anyway. It was a good way to let off steam.
Flying alone. No, that's not depressing at all. Nothing like drinking alone. We both know how much fun that is. Ever since Adam showed up, Kara's commentary had been a constant companion. The worst part was that she was getting more and more sarcastic. Kara had nothing against Adam, even if she did have a front row seat to all of Kace's memories. It didn't seem to matter to the pilot that he was an asshole of the highest order. She'd always had a soft spot for the mean ones, anyway. It was irritating as all hell, and had her worked in to a nice knot of agitation and nerves by the time she stepped out of the car, slamming the insigniaed door with a little too much force. They'd better be able to get this over quick.