#108 earth, BSG (or, a lamentable lapse in willpower!)
title: with what tenderness / the folded silence
prompt: #108 ~ earth (remainder) & Six and Roslin ~ History in thassalia's Reunion Fic Drabble Challenge
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Roslin, Caprica, Starbuck
rating: T for Tame
words: 125 + 125
spoilers: "Lay Down Your Burdens" and "Crossroads"
That night, stillness shrouds New Caprica. Even the Centurions' clang is deadened by the mud. Nobody sleeps.
She sits in the schoolhouse, listening to Isis fuss at Maya's breast. Tory passes notes to Her across the table, then burns the leaves of paper on the coals.
'That face that prowled my nightmares,' She writes, 'that Gorgon multiplied a hundredfold, each copy cold as alabaster.'
But when Caprica parts the tentflap, She sees she's made of flesh.
"You," She whispers. "Whore. I dreamed your treachery. Take me like Starbuck, if you've come for trophies of your holocaust, but know that I'm no plaything."
"What else did You dream?" Caprica circles toward the brazier's warmth, watching Her. "Did You dream of a child?" she says. "Of Earth?"
~
That night, the opera house is strewn with bodies of the dead. She trips on their limbs, bloody and haphazard, as She chases the child's laughter.
Her feet find the lobby. Caprica and Hera fade into the nimbus at the doorway.
A voice calls, "Hey."
Kara descends the staircase like a debutante, like an angel, navigating the carpet of corpses (Billy, Cain, Ellen, Kat, Sharon, Gina).
"Laura," She says. "Nice hair." She grins and reaches out to touch it.
Caprica shifts Hera on her hip. "Where did Leoben lead you, Starbuck?"
She just rests Her cheek in Kara's palm, where it's peaceful. "I'll show You the way," Kara says, "if You make Caprica Yours."
Caprica watches Them, and yearns.
Laura Roslin wakes.
Kara Thrace wakes.
prompt: #108 ~ earth (remainder) & Six and Roslin ~ History in thassalia's Reunion Fic Drabble Challenge
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Roslin, Caprica, Starbuck
rating: T for Tame
words: 125 + 125
spoilers: "Lay Down Your Burdens" and "Crossroads"
That night, stillness shrouds New Caprica. Even the Centurions' clang is deadened by the mud. Nobody sleeps.
She sits in the schoolhouse, listening to Isis fuss at Maya's breast. Tory passes notes to Her across the table, then burns the leaves of paper on the coals.
'That face that prowled my nightmares,' She writes, 'that Gorgon multiplied a hundredfold, each copy cold as alabaster.'
But when Caprica parts the tentflap, She sees she's made of flesh.
"You," She whispers. "Whore. I dreamed your treachery. Take me like Starbuck, if you've come for trophies of your holocaust, but know that I'm no plaything."
"What else did You dream?" Caprica circles toward the brazier's warmth, watching Her. "Did You dream of a child?" she says. "Of Earth?"
~
That night, the opera house is strewn with bodies of the dead. She trips on their limbs, bloody and haphazard, as She chases the child's laughter.
Her feet find the lobby. Caprica and Hera fade into the nimbus at the doorway.
A voice calls, "Hey."
Kara descends the staircase like a debutante, like an angel, navigating the carpet of corpses (Billy, Cain, Ellen, Kat, Sharon, Gina).
"Laura," She says. "Nice hair." She grins and reaches out to touch it.
Caprica shifts Hera on her hip. "Where did Leoben lead you, Starbuck?"
She just rests Her cheek in Kara's palm, where it's peaceful. "I'll show You the way," Kara says, "if You make Caprica Yours."
Caprica watches Them, and yearns.
Laura Roslin wakes.
Kara Thrace wakes.