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scurvyknaveryOriginally posted 29 June, 2007.
Title: Hero Worship With Pink Punk-Rock Hearts (or: The Absolutely Factual Account of Katee and Avril's Afternoon in the Park)
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pirateygoodness, sailorscully, and fox1013
Fandom: BSG RPF/Popslash(?)
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff/Avril Lavigne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 766
Summary: Katee meets Avril in Stanley Park on a Wednesday.
Notes: This. . .okay. This is just what happens when it's Thursday and you put three drunk fangirls in a room with a television. That's all there is to say about that.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. None of this is real. I don't know these people.
It's not exactly an easy album to pretend she doesn't own.
For one thing, it's electric pink, from the case to the disc to - almost literally - the lyrics of every song on the album. And it's not - like, Katee gets it. She does. It's silly, fluffy pop music about punching boys and jumping up and down, and she's at a stage in her life where she should be listening to serious, adult music.
But at the same time, Starbuck needs to be in shape. Which means Katee needs to be in shape. Which means that it's okay if she actually went into HMV and paid money for the newest Avril Lavigne album, because it's not like she's listening to it because she likes it. She just needs a beat for running.
That's all.
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Katee meets Avril in Stanley Park on a Wednesday.
She almost trips over her own feet. Which means she ends up actually tripping over Avril, because she's on the path coming towards her, and - yeah. It's pretty graceful.
The thing is, Katee likes Avril in the same way that little kids love the bad guys in Disney movies. She's amazing and fabulous because she's not real; she's just the human embodiment of bubble gum and pop rocks. If she were real, then there would be all sorts of side effects and consequences to the way that Katee listens to the shiny pink music and pretends it's actually speaking to her, rather than to who she was when she was ten. Seeing Avril in person, blonde hair streaked pink and hoodie pulled up til it almost covers her face, means that the stupid CD she's got a personal connection with has become the person she almost crashed into in the park. Avril gives her a weird look. Katee's not sure if that's a look of recognition, the typical "Hey-don't-I-know-you-from-somewhere?" look that people get when they see people from the Sci Fi network, or if it's just that she came very close to running her over.
Before Avril can say anything - "I'm sorry," Katee apologizes, pulling her ponytail out (she likes it better when her hair's down, which has nothing to do with how she looks at Avril but everything to do with Starbuck and herself, and)
"Aren't you..?" Avril says, twirling a strand of her hair, pink and blonde and swirling faster than Katee can watch, gum popping in her mouth. Katee cocks her head, unsure whether to confirm who she is, in case Avril is just delusional and clueless as to who she actually is. She's Starbuck, for crying out loud, but she can't expect everyone to know that, can she?
Katee laughs and shakes her head, like she can clear the awkward silence with her too-short, too-butch hair. "Hey," she says, grinning and extending a hand for Avril to shake, shyly (or a little disgustedly, she can't quite tell) with fingers heavy with rings. "I'm Katee."
"I'm Avril."
"I know," Katee says before she can stop herself. But, well, it's Avril. Everyone knows Avril. It's like knowing Britney and Paris, without the uncomfortable subtext of public nudity and drugs. Even standing right in front of Katee, Avril seems more viral than human. Avril giggles a little, like she gets that a lot. Katee realizes, she probably does.
But Katee doesn't realize a few necessary things.
Like the fact that Avril is a closet Sci-Fi fan, and watches her show with Deryck, sometimes, because he loves it and the fact that it has Tricia Helfer half-naked most weeks and Bear McCreary's secret metal-band leanings the rest.
Really, she tries to tell Katee, she watches it mostly because Deryck does. But Katee quirks an eyebrow and smirks (way too much like Starbuck, she thinks) and Avril sort of giggles and looks to the side, toying with her hair again. Like she's nervous. Like she's nervous around someone she likes.
And, you know, maybe she is.
Maybe she decided to add choreography to 'Girlfriend' because she wishes she could exercise and punch things and kick ass like Starbuck. But, you know. Only a little. So she smiles - but just a bit - tilts her hips towards Katee, and smiles. "Anyway," Avril tells her, "I think you're really cool."
And then she moves to walk off, because it's noon and it's Wednesday and they're in the middle of Stanley Park, so what else is there to say, really? But then she feels Katee's hand on her wrist, looks up to see Katee's eyes wide, like she's just a little nervous.
"Hey," Katee says, scuffing her toe against the asphalt. "I really like your CD."
Title: Hero Worship With Pink Punk-Rock Hearts (or: The Absolutely Factual Account of Katee and Avril's Afternoon in the Park)
Authors:
pirateygoodness, sailorscully, and fox1013Fandom: BSG RPF/Popslash(?)
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff/Avril Lavigne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 766
Summary: Katee meets Avril in Stanley Park on a Wednesday.
Notes: This. . .okay. This is just what happens when it's Thursday and you put three drunk fangirls in a room with a television. That's all there is to say about that.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. None of this is real. I don't know these people.
It's not exactly an easy album to pretend she doesn't own.
For one thing, it's electric pink, from the case to the disc to - almost literally - the lyrics of every song on the album. And it's not - like, Katee gets it. She does. It's silly, fluffy pop music about punching boys and jumping up and down, and she's at a stage in her life where she should be listening to serious, adult music.
But at the same time, Starbuck needs to be in shape. Which means Katee needs to be in shape. Which means that it's okay if she actually went into HMV and paid money for the newest Avril Lavigne album, because it's not like she's listening to it because she likes it. She just needs a beat for running.
That's all.
+++
Katee meets Avril in Stanley Park on a Wednesday.
She almost trips over her own feet. Which means she ends up actually tripping over Avril, because she's on the path coming towards her, and - yeah. It's pretty graceful.
The thing is, Katee likes Avril in the same way that little kids love the bad guys in Disney movies. She's amazing and fabulous because she's not real; she's just the human embodiment of bubble gum and pop rocks. If she were real, then there would be all sorts of side effects and consequences to the way that Katee listens to the shiny pink music and pretends it's actually speaking to her, rather than to who she was when she was ten. Seeing Avril in person, blonde hair streaked pink and hoodie pulled up til it almost covers her face, means that the stupid CD she's got a personal connection with has become the person she almost crashed into in the park. Avril gives her a weird look. Katee's not sure if that's a look of recognition, the typical "Hey-don't-I-know-you-from-somewhere?" look that people get when they see people from the Sci Fi network, or if it's just that she came very close to running her over.
Before Avril can say anything - "I'm sorry," Katee apologizes, pulling her ponytail out (she likes it better when her hair's down, which has nothing to do with how she looks at Avril but everything to do with Starbuck and herself, and)
"Aren't you..?" Avril says, twirling a strand of her hair, pink and blonde and swirling faster than Katee can watch, gum popping in her mouth. Katee cocks her head, unsure whether to confirm who she is, in case Avril is just delusional and clueless as to who she actually is. She's Starbuck, for crying out loud, but she can't expect everyone to know that, can she?
Katee laughs and shakes her head, like she can clear the awkward silence with her too-short, too-butch hair. "Hey," she says, grinning and extending a hand for Avril to shake, shyly (or a little disgustedly, she can't quite tell) with fingers heavy with rings. "I'm Katee."
"I'm Avril."
"I know," Katee says before she can stop herself. But, well, it's Avril. Everyone knows Avril. It's like knowing Britney and Paris, without the uncomfortable subtext of public nudity and drugs. Even standing right in front of Katee, Avril seems more viral than human. Avril giggles a little, like she gets that a lot. Katee realizes, she probably does.
But Katee doesn't realize a few necessary things.
Like the fact that Avril is a closet Sci-Fi fan, and watches her show with Deryck, sometimes, because he loves it and the fact that it has Tricia Helfer half-naked most weeks and Bear McCreary's secret metal-band leanings the rest.
Really, she tries to tell Katee, she watches it mostly because Deryck does. But Katee quirks an eyebrow and smirks (way too much like Starbuck, she thinks) and Avril sort of giggles and looks to the side, toying with her hair again. Like she's nervous. Like she's nervous around someone she likes.
And, you know, maybe she is.
Maybe she decided to add choreography to 'Girlfriend' because she wishes she could exercise and punch things and kick ass like Starbuck. But, you know. Only a little. So she smiles - but just a bit - tilts her hips towards Katee, and smiles. "Anyway," Avril tells her, "I think you're really cool."
And then she moves to walk off, because it's noon and it's Wednesday and they're in the middle of Stanley Park, so what else is there to say, really? But then she feels Katee's hand on her wrist, looks up to see Katee's eyes wide, like she's just a little nervous.
"Hey," Katee says, scuffing her toe against the asphalt. "I really like your CD."