Dream 002
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Lay Down Your Burdens Pt II
Effects: Urgency, loss
[At first, the dream starts off well enough. There's laughing and dancing, people spinning around and hands clapping. There are flashes of faces as Kara spins around, clutching hands with Samuel Anders, both of them displaying the tattoos on their upper arms as they move. Others can be seen; Sharon and Karl, Saul and Ellen, Lee and Dee, Tyrol and Cally and even the Old Man and Roslin.
But then the dream starts to shift and the smile disappears from Kara's face as she starts to spin too fast, everything distorting into a blur until she collapses to the ground, squinting up and trying to make sense of something. Sam. She has to find Sam. He was sick wasn't he? Fluid in the lungs?
"Kara, Kara, c'mon," an older man with a gruff voice hauls Kara up and to her feet, frowning sadly at her. "I'm sorry Kara. There was nothing we could do for him. Too much fluid in his lungs and the weather here..." The man, Doctor Cottle, trails off and Kara shakes her head, eyes wide, lips in a thin white line as the rest of her pales.
"Doc..." Her voice fails her and she ducks into the tent, crossing it quickly to crouch by the small bed and her hand presses to a throat, head on the chest of the man and this isn't happening. Sam isn't dead.
But he's not breathing and she barges past Cottle and through the crowds, slipping in the thick mud as she passes the makeshift Pyramid court Sam had been practicing on days ago. She drops to her knees eventually, shaking until she finally looks up above her and the dull, grey sky of New Caprica, sobbing and opening her mouth to shout something.]
Sam!
[Kara's voice is the first thing to be heard as she calls out frantically as she wakes, in her bed for once rather than the couch. She turns the Dreamberry, just to make sure if it had recorded or not and sighs when she sees the screen on, turning it away from her with a frown.]
Frak Sam...you'd better still be alive.
[There's rustling in the background and then the scratch of pen on paper; she's not going to sleep after that. Might as well get on with finishing those notes she's been working on.]
Effects: Urgency, loss
[At first, the dream starts off well enough. There's laughing and dancing, people spinning around and hands clapping. There are flashes of faces as Kara spins around, clutching hands with Samuel Anders, both of them displaying the tattoos on their upper arms as they move. Others can be seen; Sharon and Karl, Saul and Ellen, Lee and Dee, Tyrol and Cally and even the Old Man and Roslin.
But then the dream starts to shift and the smile disappears from Kara's face as she starts to spin too fast, everything distorting into a blur until she collapses to the ground, squinting up and trying to make sense of something. Sam. She has to find Sam. He was sick wasn't he? Fluid in the lungs?
"Kara, Kara, c'mon," an older man with a gruff voice hauls Kara up and to her feet, frowning sadly at her. "I'm sorry Kara. There was nothing we could do for him. Too much fluid in his lungs and the weather here..." The man, Doctor Cottle, trails off and Kara shakes her head, eyes wide, lips in a thin white line as the rest of her pales.
"Doc..." Her voice fails her and she ducks into the tent, crossing it quickly to crouch by the small bed and her hand presses to a throat, head on the chest of the man and this isn't happening. Sam isn't dead.
But he's not breathing and she barges past Cottle and through the crowds, slipping in the thick mud as she passes the makeshift Pyramid court Sam had been practicing on days ago. She drops to her knees eventually, shaking until she finally looks up above her and the dull, grey sky of New Caprica, sobbing and opening her mouth to shout something.]
Sam!
[Kara's voice is the first thing to be heard as she calls out frantically as she wakes, in her bed for once rather than the couch. She turns the Dreamberry, just to make sure if it had recorded or not and sighs when she sees the screen on, turning it away from her with a frown.]
Frak Sam...you'd better still be alive.
[There's rustling in the background and then the scratch of pen on paper; she's not going to sleep after that. Might as well get on with finishing those notes she's been working on.]