BSG: Touch of Normalcy
Mar. 16th, 2005 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Rating: PG
Category: Angst
SPOILERS/Set: right after Kobol Last Gleaming (Part 2), don't read if you don't want to get spoiled for the finale.
Summary: I can't do this without spoiling, sorry.
A/N: Dedicated to my overworked![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
splash_the_cat. Huge thanks for stars_like_dust for the beta. This fic has nothing whatsoever to do with the Starcrossed series, the only similarity is that it has Kara in it.
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There’s blood everywhere. The metal tang permeates her senses. The odour. The flavour. She wonders if it’s hers or the Cylon’s and she tries not to think about the irony of it all that she can’t even make out the difference.
Helo’s still crouching next to her, uncertain of what to say and do, and she knows Boomer is hovering just outside her line of vision. Either waiting to run or to strike out.
“I’m not taking her with us.” There’s more blood in her mouth as she speaks.
“There’s not enough room in your Viper anyway,” Helo answers, his tone soft and comforting. She wishes he would argue with her.
“I didn’t come in a Viper.” There’s a tight feeling around her chest, but it hurts less than the rest of her body. “We got our hands on a Cylon raider.”
Helo looks over his shoulder at Boomer and Kara considers grabbing for her pistol while he’s not paying attention.
“Can we all get fit into that?” He asks Boomer.
“It will be a tight squeeze, but it should work.” Cautiously Boomer steps out of the shadows, looking weary.
“Can you fly it?” Helo’s still addressing Boomer, much to Kara’s annoyance.
“Frak, Helo! I flew here, I’ll get us out again too.” Kara tries to sit up, ignoring the tight pull of every muscle in her body. “There’s no way I’m going to trust a frakking Cylon to get us back to the Galactica.”
Helo frowns. “She’s helped me this far, Kara.”
Her fingers grip the cloth of his flight suit tightly. “She’s a Cylon, Helo. Ever considered why she hasn’t killed you in your sleep yet?”
The muscles in his jaw clench and Kara knows she’s struck a nerve. “She’s carrying my child.” Always responsible and out to do the right thing with everyone. Even with a Cylon, apparently. She wishes he’d take one day off.
“That doesn’t change what she is. For all we know she’s lying.”
He doesn’t look at her when he answers, but she can feel his fingers digging into the muscles of her arm that much harder. “I can’t take that risk.”
Of course he can’t, because he’s Helo and even in this frakked up version of reality he brings her a touch of normalcy to cling to. So she just nods, tells him to get the arrow and then help her up again because she’s not quite sure she has the strength right now.
Boomer takes another step closer, as if to assist, but the venomous “don’t touch me” look Kara sends her is enough to make her keep her distance.
And then she’s standing, even if Helo is doing most of the work. Her right arm is slung around his shoulders as she clutches the arrow of Apollo against her chest. Every step jars her knee and she bites down the sob that’s trying to escape. The Thing – she can’t quite justify giving it a name anymore – closely on their heels, but even Helo doesn’t seem to be paying attention to it.
She looks back only once at the body of the Cylon that’s lying between the rubble of what was once the Delphi Museum of the Colonies. It’s only now that she fully realises that there are no Colonies left. There’s only a fleet of refugees and she’s holding the one key that may or may not lead them to Earth.
They’re well and truly frakked if this is all the hope humanity has left.
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Crossposted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bsg2003fics, bsg_women, bsg_creative and Scrolls of Pythia.
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
SPOILERS/Set: right after Kobol Last Gleaming (Part 2), don't read if you don't want to get spoiled for the finale.
Summary: I can't do this without spoiling, sorry.
A/N: Dedicated to my overworked
splash_the_cat. Huge thanks for stars_like_dust for the beta. This fic has nothing whatsoever to do with the Starcrossed series, the only similarity is that it has Kara in it.~~~~~~~~~
There’s blood everywhere. The metal tang permeates her senses. The odour. The flavour. She wonders if it’s hers or the Cylon’s and she tries not to think about the irony of it all that she can’t even make out the difference.
Helo’s still crouching next to her, uncertain of what to say and do, and she knows Boomer is hovering just outside her line of vision. Either waiting to run or to strike out.
“I’m not taking her with us.” There’s more blood in her mouth as she speaks.
“There’s not enough room in your Viper anyway,” Helo answers, his tone soft and comforting. She wishes he would argue with her.
“I didn’t come in a Viper.” There’s a tight feeling around her chest, but it hurts less than the rest of her body. “We got our hands on a Cylon raider.”
Helo looks over his shoulder at Boomer and Kara considers grabbing for her pistol while he’s not paying attention.
“Can we all get fit into that?” He asks Boomer.
“It will be a tight squeeze, but it should work.” Cautiously Boomer steps out of the shadows, looking weary.
“Can you fly it?” Helo’s still addressing Boomer, much to Kara’s annoyance.
“Frak, Helo! I flew here, I’ll get us out again too.” Kara tries to sit up, ignoring the tight pull of every muscle in her body. “There’s no way I’m going to trust a frakking Cylon to get us back to the Galactica.”
Helo frowns. “She’s helped me this far, Kara.”
Her fingers grip the cloth of his flight suit tightly. “She’s a Cylon, Helo. Ever considered why she hasn’t killed you in your sleep yet?”
The muscles in his jaw clench and Kara knows she’s struck a nerve. “She’s carrying my child.” Always responsible and out to do the right thing with everyone. Even with a Cylon, apparently. She wishes he’d take one day off.
“That doesn’t change what she is. For all we know she’s lying.”
He doesn’t look at her when he answers, but she can feel his fingers digging into the muscles of her arm that much harder. “I can’t take that risk.”
Of course he can’t, because he’s Helo and even in this frakked up version of reality he brings her a touch of normalcy to cling to. So she just nods, tells him to get the arrow and then help her up again because she’s not quite sure she has the strength right now.
Boomer takes another step closer, as if to assist, but the venomous “don’t touch me” look Kara sends her is enough to make her keep her distance.
And then she’s standing, even if Helo is doing most of the work. Her right arm is slung around his shoulders as she clutches the arrow of Apollo against her chest. Every step jars her knee and she bites down the sob that’s trying to escape. The Thing – she can’t quite justify giving it a name anymore – closely on their heels, but even Helo doesn’t seem to be paying attention to it.
She looks back only once at the body of the Cylon that’s lying between the rubble of what was once the Delphi Museum of the Colonies. It’s only now that she fully realises that there are no Colonies left. There’s only a fleet of refugees and she’s holding the one key that may or may not lead them to Earth.
They’re well and truly frakked if this is all the hope humanity has left.
----------
Crossposted at
bsg2003fics, bsg_women, bsg_creative and Scrolls of Pythia.
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:28 pm (UTC)Very nice! I like the idea - that one moment of normalcy amid chaos.
They’re well and truly frakked if this is all the hope humanity has left. - Great line :).
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:47 pm (UTC)Lovely.
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:50 pm (UTC)Well, the first reaction we get to see from Kara doesn't look so good. (But omg, she breaks so prettily!) I like Helo, I like the little dynamic we saw between him and Kara, and yes I'm a closet Kara/Helo shipper. Although which part of it is in the closet, I don't know ;o)
Frak, I want to see what happens next! =o)
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:59 pm (UTC)One of my sekrit pairings as well. I have lots of guilty pleasure pairings in this fandom.
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Date: 2005-03-16 02:01 pm (UTC)*coughs* I'll go hide now ;o)
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Date: 2005-03-16 02:27 pm (UTC)Ooooh. Random but hot. All that blonde hair and lean bodies and...
Yeah, that's hot.
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Date: 2005-03-18 04:37 pm (UTC)I'm a closet Kara/Helo shipper.
Squee! Me too. Does that mean we can expect more Helo/Starbuck-y pieces in the future?[/small voice]
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Date: 2005-03-18 05:05 pm (UTC)I think in order for him to give up his seat in order for Gaius to survive, he just had to be "do-the-right-thing" sort of guy. I figured it would show in other parts of his life as well. I'm glad it worked =o)
Does that mean we can expect more Helo/Starbuck-y pieces in the future?
I hope so. I so loved the short interaction between them that we got to see. Kara actually admitting she missed him? That has to mean something, right? ;o)