Challenge #1, Prompt #67
Title: Her Words
Author: alissabobissa
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Character/Pairing: Lee, Lee/Kara, mentions of Zak
Warnings: none, but this is my first attempt at any kind of song/lyrics fic
Spoilers: through the end of season three, to be safe
Prompt: Lee: 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. / When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud / I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. / "Come in," she said, / "I'll give you shelter from the storm." - (Bob Dylan "Shelter from the storm")
Summary: Lee thinks about a present Kara gave him long ago.
It was on a painting she had given him for his birthday. When they were young and Zak was alive and flying was new. They both knew she had forgotten, but she still presented him with a small canvas he was sure had been meant for his brother.
The image was abstract with dominant blues and reds, and it was beautiful. He remembered that much. Gods, how could he forget what the painting looked like? Nothing Kara Thrace did was forgettable, but somehow he couldn’t picture it. The image was fuzzy in his mind, but the words were clear as day.
Poetry. She had written poetry on the painting, and they were lines Lee had always remembered. There in the bottom right hand corner of the canvas it was scrawled in thick blue script:
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood / When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud / I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form / “Come in,” she said, / “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
He never presumed the man was him or the woman was her - except on nights when he found himself alone in the dark and pondering too many “what ifs.” Assuming the painting and the words had always been meant for Zak made him feel less guilty. Zak was the man Kara was offering refuge to. He had originally found it touching and even a little romantic, but then his brother died and the worlds fell apart around him.
It wasn’t until the Cylons made the worlds come apart for a second time did he think about her words again. He let the lines roll around in his head and stake a claim in the days that after the attacks. Maybe her words were nonsense. Maybe they were an unfinished story. Or maybe it was a prophecy. No one was who they were before the attacks, and everyone was looking for relief.
He always meant to ask her if there was more to it. Was that where it ends? Was shelter all she could offer? Kara certainly never claimed to be able to offer anyone anything more than that. At one time he thought that could never be enough, but now she was gone and none of it made any sense. Shelter was what he longed for - in this life or any other.
Author: alissabobissa
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Character/Pairing: Lee, Lee/Kara, mentions of Zak
Warnings: none, but this is my first attempt at any kind of song/lyrics fic
Spoilers: through the end of season three, to be safe
Prompt: Lee: 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. / When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud / I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. / "Come in," she said, / "I'll give you shelter from the storm." - (Bob Dylan "Shelter from the storm")
Summary: Lee thinks about a present Kara gave him long ago.
It was on a painting she had given him for his birthday. When they were young and Zak was alive and flying was new. They both knew she had forgotten, but she still presented him with a small canvas he was sure had been meant for his brother.
The image was abstract with dominant blues and reds, and it was beautiful. He remembered that much. Gods, how could he forget what the painting looked like? Nothing Kara Thrace did was forgettable, but somehow he couldn’t picture it. The image was fuzzy in his mind, but the words were clear as day.
Poetry. She had written poetry on the painting, and they were lines Lee had always remembered. There in the bottom right hand corner of the canvas it was scrawled in thick blue script:
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood / When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud / I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form / “Come in,” she said, / “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
He never presumed the man was him or the woman was her - except on nights when he found himself alone in the dark and pondering too many “what ifs.” Assuming the painting and the words had always been meant for Zak made him feel less guilty. Zak was the man Kara was offering refuge to. He had originally found it touching and even a little romantic, but then his brother died and the worlds fell apart around him.
It wasn’t until the Cylons made the worlds come apart for a second time did he think about her words again. He let the lines roll around in his head and stake a claim in the days that after the attacks. Maybe her words were nonsense. Maybe they were an unfinished story. Or maybe it was a prophecy. No one was who they were before the attacks, and everyone was looking for relief.
He always meant to ask her if there was more to it. Was that where it ends? Was shelter all she could offer? Kara certainly never claimed to be able to offer anyone anything more than that. At one time he thought that could never be enough, but now she was gone and none of it made any sense. Shelter was what he longed for - in this life or any other.