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carpenyxTitle: Got Cake? (1/1)
Author:carpenyx
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace and Karl "Helo" Agathon
Rating: PG-13 (language?)
Words: 328 (It's a shortie! K? K. :P)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: What happens when Kara decides it'd be nice to do something for her friend's birthday?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just someone who is obsessed with the BSG-verse.
Notes: This is what happens when you have a birthday, eat lots of cake and have to waste time before going out AND not to mention reading little lunchtime fics likei_am_girlfriday's and ez_as_pi's lunchtime fics. Anyway, It's a ficlet or drabble, I guess, very short. It's just meant to be cute and funny, lol.
Got Cake?
“Kara?” Karl Agathon said from the entranceway of the kitchen.
“What the frak was I thinking?” Kara hissed as she threw her arms up in defeat. She was covered in flour, bowls were littered across the countertop, and the oven was smoking. Was it supposed to do that?
It was plainly evident on Karl’s face that he was desperately suppressing his laughter. It was not everyday one would be treated to the rare occurrence of one Kara Thrace in the kitchen. He felt quite lucky to witness this event. Karl smirked, stepping inside, “Uh, having issues Kar?” He asked, glancing over at the smoking oven, “You might want to look into that.”
Kara looked at Karl, growled, and then went to attend to the oven. She pulled open the oven door, the smoke rushing out in full force. “Frak!”
Karl grinned, “So, uh, what is it you are trying to do?"
“Make a cake,”
“Looks like the cake made you,” Karl chuckled.
Kara growled.
“And why are we making a cake? Or burning a cake…”
“Sharon’s birthday, I was trying to be frakkin’ nice and bake a cake.” Kara said through gritted teeth as she looked at the burnt cake. She grabbed the bowl of icing and started to plop it onto the dead cake.
Karl lifted his brows, “I see and what are you doing now?”
Kara growled again.
"Right…”
“What do you think I am doing Karl? I am icing the frakkin’ cake! Making it pretty.”
Karl blinked, “It’s a burnt cake, Kara, you actually think any amount of icing will help that?"
Kara narrowed her eyes, “I am icing this cake. I am giving it to Sharon. I will be singing the Caprican birthday song. Sharon will love the cake. She will eat it. You will eat it. EVERYONE WILL EAT THE FRAKKIN’ CAKE.” She said in a panicked huff.
“Did you take your pills today, Starbuck?”
Kara growled (again) angrily, "Just love the cake, Karl."
Author:
carpenyxFandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace and Karl "Helo" Agathon
Rating: PG-13 (language?)
Words: 328 (It's a shortie! K? K. :P)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: What happens when Kara decides it'd be nice to do something for her friend's birthday?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just someone who is obsessed with the BSG-verse.
Notes: This is what happens when you have a birthday, eat lots of cake and have to waste time before going out AND not to mention reading little lunchtime fics like
i_am_girlfriday's and ez_as_pi's lunchtime fics. Anyway, It's a ficlet or drabble, I guess, very short. It's just meant to be cute and funny, lol. “Kara?” Karl Agathon said from the entranceway of the kitchen.
“What the frak was I thinking?” Kara hissed as she threw her arms up in defeat. She was covered in flour, bowls were littered across the countertop, and the oven was smoking. Was it supposed to do that?
It was plainly evident on Karl’s face that he was desperately suppressing his laughter. It was not everyday one would be treated to the rare occurrence of one Kara Thrace in the kitchen. He felt quite lucky to witness this event. Karl smirked, stepping inside, “Uh, having issues Kar?” He asked, glancing over at the smoking oven, “You might want to look into that.”
Kara looked at Karl, growled, and then went to attend to the oven. She pulled open the oven door, the smoke rushing out in full force. “Frak!”
Karl grinned, “So, uh, what is it you are trying to do?"
“Make a cake,”
“Looks like the cake made you,” Karl chuckled.
Kara growled.
“And why are we making a cake? Or burning a cake…”
“Sharon’s birthday, I was trying to be frakkin’ nice and bake a cake.” Kara said through gritted teeth as she looked at the burnt cake. She grabbed the bowl of icing and started to plop it onto the dead cake.
Karl lifted his brows, “I see and what are you doing now?”
Kara growled again.
"Right…”
“What do you think I am doing Karl? I am icing the frakkin’ cake! Making it pretty.”
Karl blinked, “It’s a burnt cake, Kara, you actually think any amount of icing will help that?"
Kara narrowed her eyes, “I am icing this cake. I am giving it to Sharon. I will be singing the Caprican birthday song. Sharon will love the cake. She will eat it. You will eat it. EVERYONE WILL EAT THE FRAKKIN’ CAKE.” She said in a panicked huff.
“Did you take your pills today, Starbuck?”
Kara growled (again) angrily, "Just love the cake, Karl."
