Six applied her lipstick with careful strokes and steady hand. When she was finished, she eyed herself in a mirror. Perfect, she thought, and turned neatly around. Eleven was leaning against the entrance.
"How do I look?" she said, and Eleven tilted his head to one side.
"Fine," he said. "Why all the red?"
Six shrugged and straightened her jacket. "It seemed appropriate."
A faint smile touched Eleven's lips. "Yes. A lot of blood will be spilled today." He took a few steps forward and brushed a hand over her shoulder. "You've certainly gone to a lot of trouble."
"I'll the last person someone sees."
"Person?"
"Cylon. Machine. Robot." Six shrugged. "You pick the terminology that suits you." She paused. "I have to go."
"You're late."
"Of course."
Eleven laughed. "Of course. It's only the end of the world."
"The end of their world," Six corrected, with what she knew was a vicious smile. "What is a few more minutes?"
"It's God's will, after all," Eleven said, and his eyes were just as cold.
She's cooking when he comes over late Sunday afternoon, out of the blue. Well, not precisely out of the blue. He's been turning up more and more lately; after nine at night to watch TV, early on Saturday morning to wander around her house as she haphazardly cleans
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"How do I look?" she said, and Eleven tilted his head to one side.
"Fine," he said. "Why all the red?"
Six shrugged and straightened her jacket. "It seemed appropriate."
A faint smile touched Eleven's lips. "Yes. A lot of blood will be spilled today." He took a few steps forward and brushed a hand over her shoulder. "You've certainly gone to a lot of trouble."
"I'll the last person someone sees."
"Person?"
"Cylon. Machine. Robot." Six shrugged. "You pick the terminology that suits you." She paused. "I have to go."
"You're late."
"Of course."
Eleven laughed. "Of course. It's only the end of the world."
"The end of their world," Six corrected, with what she knew was a vicious smile. "What is a few more minutes?"
"It's God's will, after all," Eleven said, and his eyes were just as cold.
It almost warmed her.
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PLEASE do something Sam/Jack
anything
*dies for decent s/j fic*
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TELL ME A STORY
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(i am both easy and predictable. I DON'T CARE)
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(I'm late like a late thing for this!)
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