The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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Barnabas was seated on the foot of her bed with his back to the door when she returned. Lacy stood in the doorway watching him towel off.
She’d hung his shirt in the bathroom to slowly drip dry before she went to mop the floor. He’d also abandoned his pants and boots somewhere--she would have to find them later. Lacy had given a baggy t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts she had liberated from Keon’s closet, but Barnabus hadn’t put them on yet. Instead, he had draped a towel over his lap for the bare minimum of modesty and focused on drying off. The sight of his arms and back, muscular but striped with new scars that still stood out against his skin, made her flush.
Something basic in her mind stopped her from saying something to catch his attention, or even looking away.
He turned around to look at her.
“Just in case my mom comes home early, I told her you’re here to help me with my biology homework,” Lacy said. “So you should probably put some clothes on.”
If there was a naked man in her bedroom when her mom came home, she might as well make her final peace with God.
The moment was broken and she stepped into the room as if she often entertained nude radicals there.
“You really think she’ll believe that?”
“I don’t think you should stick around long enough to find out,” Lacy said, putting the clothes down beside him on the bed.
“Kicking me out?”
She had never expected to see him again. It had been four months since Clarice had eradicated Barnabas’ cell... and Barnabas with them, she had thought, until he had knocked on the door. Lacy had thanked God not for his survival, but that her mother was still at work. Barnabas would have never played along with any story that Lacy told, not that they would have ever been able to fool her mother. The torture Clarice had put her through was nothing compared to the spite her mother was capable of.
“You look nice with your hair down,” Barnabas said when she didn’t answer him.
Lacy glanced over her shoulder at him. He’d put on the shorts, but the shirt was still neatly folded next to him. His eyes were fixed on her, though, and she quickly turned away again.
“What did they do to you?” Barnabas asked, his voice soft.
Lacy fumbled with the books on her desk, pulling out her biology textbook. The spine was well-creased from years of students before her using it.
“You can tell me what she did, Lacy.”
She closed her eyes. It hurt too much to look at him and the scars that hadn’t finished healing on his skin.
“Come here,” Barnabas said. Lacy obeyed.
He laid back on the bed, and she let him guide her down to lay beside him. She closed her eyes, focusing on breathing in unison with him. Lacy hadn’t lain in bed with someone like this since Zoe died. At times, the only place she’d felt safe was curled up under a comforter with Zoe. Her breath hitched when warm fingers stroked the exposed skin between her untucked uniform shirt and skirt. Lacy rolled onto her back and he drew his hand away.
“Clarice has given us both scars,” Barnabas said. He wound a lock of her hair around one finger, then let it fall in a curl. “Some of them just aren’t as visible.”
“For some reason, God has chosen us to survive,” Lacy said.
“And that’s what we’ll do, little one. Just keep on surviving.”
Like roaches, Lacy thought when she glanced at him, but she would never have the spine to say as much.
A/N: Sorry that this isn't overtly happy. The thought of both of them being alive and in a stable states of mind was happy enough for me. No one getting shot or tortured is pretty much fluffy domesticity when you're in the STO, right?
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Thank you for writing this. I had a lot of fun. It's alsways great to see Lacy and Barnabas interact and you captured their voices perfectly. You are awesome.
(Now my head is full of possible ways this could continue if Lacy's mom comes home and finds them on the bed like this. Oh, it's killing me. Look what you have done to me!)
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I'm really glad that you enjoyed it. I liked the dynamic between them in the show and it shows in the fic I've written for Caprica.
(If Lacy's mom were to come home early, it certainly wouldn't end well for Lacy. I have to think on how Barnabas would react to that, though...)
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The dynamic between those two makes me happy. They had the chemistry Lacy and Keon certainly lacked. I wish there had been more screen time for Barnabas. He is far more interesting than Clarice is.
Yes, I guess, it wouldn't. Poor Lacy. Barnabas is so much trouble. How would he react? You can never quite tell.
Maybe he would try his version of the truth and of course Lacy's mom wouldn't believe him, because that's what always happens when someone tells the truth.
Maybe he would simple mess with every story Lacy comes up with until he realises in what sort of trouble his about to get her into.
Or maybe he would be all charming and reasonable to a degree where it freaks out both Lacy and her mom (and me, too), because you only need to take a look at him to see, that this isn't like him and he's totally trying to play you and thinks he can get away with it.
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