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bantha_fodder) wrote2005-08-10 04:37 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2005-08-10 04:37 pm
[fic] i came home (five ways kara and lee don't meet again) [bsg] [kara. lee]
title: i came home (five ways kara and lee don't meet again)
fandom: bsg
disclaimer: i do not own
spoilers: vague to 2.04
please do not archive
titles are taken from the lyrics to hunters and collectors' songs. shut up.
with thanks to, but also for, claira, who is ill. written super quickly this arvo to amuse her whilst she waits for kara and lee to meet again.
1. like talking to a stranger
She's standing silently, Helo beside her, when he enters the hangar bay.
"You left," Lee says. Touches his hand to her arm, and she turns to face him.
She smiles at him, a tight little grin that means she's not really happy. "I did," she says. "I see you were quick to step into my role as troublemaker, though."
"It wasn't as hard work as you've always made it seem. Bet you've never broken someone out of the brig before, though."
"Yeah, I'm impressed," she says. "Didn't think you had it in you."
"You've always underestimated me," he says, and turns away.
She turns back to the raptor, and he doesn't look back.
He's learnt that, too.
2. i will come for you
She steps out of the ship, weary and dirty and glad that she doesn't smell too much. She looks around but can't focus on anything, and suddenly there's Lee in her space, staring at her, breathing her in.
He kisses her. Hand at her waist and hand in her hair and his lips are soft and warm and she kisses him back. He's murmuring something and she draws back just enough to let him talk.
"You didn't die," he whispers, "you came back you came back."
She pushes her forehead against his, and presses her lips against his again.
"Yeah," she says. "I did."
3. do you see
She steps out of the ship, and there's a dozen marines with their weapons trained on her, and half a dozen officers and none of then are named Lee.
She's escorted to CIC, and she learns about Roslin, and Lee, and Boomer shooting the Old Man, and she wonders what the frak is wrong with the universe that everything can have been frakked to hell in her absence.
Later, she's walking a hallway when an arm reaches out, pulls her into a darkened room. Lee pushes her against the wall, pats her down.
"What are you doing?" she hisses.
He pauses. "Checking you for broken bones," he says. "The gods know I can't trust you to look after yourself." He looks up at her then, meets her eyes, gives her this little half grin, a little quirk of his mouth.
She cries then, and tries to do it softly. Wipes the tears away. "I'm sorry," she says.
"Hey," he says, and kisses her tears; kisses her forehead and her chin and her nose to make her laugh. "Let me follow you next time, okay? Turns out we're both following the same woman."
"She really a prophet?"
Lee shrugs. "Maybe," he says. "But the Quorum believes, and that will do."
"Okay," she says, and just like that she's made her decision.
She's always trusted Lee.
4. call out your name
The bunk room is empty. Everyone else is out on shift, and she's lost count of the number of times she's wished for more pilots; more officers and specialists and recruits and she hates that some days there's more planes than pilots.
She hates the cylons, too, and rolls over and glares at Boomer's bunk for a while.
Distantly, she hears the door open and close. It's had this little squeak for a while now, and it's a comfort that nobody oiled it whilst she was gone.
Then there's a hand at her back and a soft "Kara" in her ear, and when she looks up it's Lee, bloodshot and bruised and she knows that if anyone catches him he'll be in a lot of trouble.
"You shouldn't be here," she says.
"I don't care," he grinds out, and kisses her. Pushes her back onto the bunk and climbs in beside her. Pulls the curtain shut behind. "This is your only chance to say no," he whispers. "I could be dead tomorrow."
She grins. "Me too," and kisses him back.
She tugs at his tanks and his pants, and his fingers draw patterns on her skin. His tongue presses into the dip in her neck and she memorises the lift and fall of his ribcage beneath her; memorises his carelessly shaven face and the shape of his bones under her hands.
She kisses him, touches him, fraks him, breathes him in, and they both know this will be the last time.
5. last year's light
"He's betrayed us," says Tigh, and she hears, don't you do the same thing to the Old Man in the words he doesn't say.
No time to rest, things to do. Roslin gains in popularity, even though no one's seen her in weeks until finally, finally, the civilians can take it no more and she makes an appearance.
Kara knows what has to be done, but Adama tells her anyway. At least it's him: if Tigh gave the same orders, she'd not follow them. A drunk doesn't have the right to tell her to spy on the president.
She's sitting there, watching the press and Roslin but mostly just watching Lee. The light's bright but not too bright and she sees the little red light hovering over Roslin's chest almost the same moment that Lee does. She moves fast, but Lee moves faster and when the bullet makes a sickening thud, the squelch of flesh and blood, she knows whose heart's just stopped.
Her own, Lee's: it's all the same.
fandom: bsg
disclaimer: i do not own
spoilers: vague to 2.04
please do not archive
titles are taken from the lyrics to hunters and collectors' songs. shut up.
with thanks to, but also for, claira, who is ill. written super quickly this arvo to amuse her whilst she waits for kara and lee to meet again.
1. like talking to a stranger
She's standing silently, Helo beside her, when he enters the hangar bay.
"You left," Lee says. Touches his hand to her arm, and she turns to face him.
She smiles at him, a tight little grin that means she's not really happy. "I did," she says. "I see you were quick to step into my role as troublemaker, though."
"It wasn't as hard work as you've always made it seem. Bet you've never broken someone out of the brig before, though."
"Yeah, I'm impressed," she says. "Didn't think you had it in you."
"You've always underestimated me," he says, and turns away.
She turns back to the raptor, and he doesn't look back.
He's learnt that, too.
2. i will come for you
She steps out of the ship, weary and dirty and glad that she doesn't smell too much. She looks around but can't focus on anything, and suddenly there's Lee in her space, staring at her, breathing her in.
He kisses her. Hand at her waist and hand in her hair and his lips are soft and warm and she kisses him back. He's murmuring something and she draws back just enough to let him talk.
"You didn't die," he whispers, "you came back you came back."
She pushes her forehead against his, and presses her lips against his again.
"Yeah," she says. "I did."
3. do you see
She steps out of the ship, and there's a dozen marines with their weapons trained on her, and half a dozen officers and none of then are named Lee.
She's escorted to CIC, and she learns about Roslin, and Lee, and Boomer shooting the Old Man, and she wonders what the frak is wrong with the universe that everything can have been frakked to hell in her absence.
Later, she's walking a hallway when an arm reaches out, pulls her into a darkened room. Lee pushes her against the wall, pats her down.
"What are you doing?" she hisses.
He pauses. "Checking you for broken bones," he says. "The gods know I can't trust you to look after yourself." He looks up at her then, meets her eyes, gives her this little half grin, a little quirk of his mouth.
She cries then, and tries to do it softly. Wipes the tears away. "I'm sorry," she says.
"Hey," he says, and kisses her tears; kisses her forehead and her chin and her nose to make her laugh. "Let me follow you next time, okay? Turns out we're both following the same woman."
"She really a prophet?"
Lee shrugs. "Maybe," he says. "But the Quorum believes, and that will do."
"Okay," she says, and just like that she's made her decision.
She's always trusted Lee.
4. call out your name
The bunk room is empty. Everyone else is out on shift, and she's lost count of the number of times she's wished for more pilots; more officers and specialists and recruits and she hates that some days there's more planes than pilots.
She hates the cylons, too, and rolls over and glares at Boomer's bunk for a while.
Distantly, she hears the door open and close. It's had this little squeak for a while now, and it's a comfort that nobody oiled it whilst she was gone.
Then there's a hand at her back and a soft "Kara" in her ear, and when she looks up it's Lee, bloodshot and bruised and she knows that if anyone catches him he'll be in a lot of trouble.
"You shouldn't be here," she says.
"I don't care," he grinds out, and kisses her. Pushes her back onto the bunk and climbs in beside her. Pulls the curtain shut behind. "This is your only chance to say no," he whispers. "I could be dead tomorrow."
She grins. "Me too," and kisses him back.
She tugs at his tanks and his pants, and his fingers draw patterns on her skin. His tongue presses into the dip in her neck and she memorises the lift and fall of his ribcage beneath her; memorises his carelessly shaven face and the shape of his bones under her hands.
She kisses him, touches him, fraks him, breathes him in, and they both know this will be the last time.
5. last year's light
"He's betrayed us," says Tigh, and she hears, don't you do the same thing to the Old Man in the words he doesn't say.
No time to rest, things to do. Roslin gains in popularity, even though no one's seen her in weeks until finally, finally, the civilians can take it no more and she makes an appearance.
Kara knows what has to be done, but Adama tells her anyway. At least it's him: if Tigh gave the same orders, she'd not follow them. A drunk doesn't have the right to tell her to spy on the president.
She's sitting there, watching the press and Roslin but mostly just watching Lee. The light's bright but not too bright and she sees the little red light hovering over Roslin's chest almost the same moment that Lee does. She moves fast, but Lee moves faster and when the bullet makes a sickening thud, the squelch of flesh and blood, she knows whose heart's just stopped.
Her own, Lee's: it's all the same.
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