FIC: honey, it lights up the sky (BSG, Kara/Lee, PG-13)
Title: honey, it lights up the sky
Author: olaf47
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13 for minor language
Spoilers: Through the end of the series
Summary: When she shows up again, he's not really surprised.
A/N: Happy Christmas! Written for fluff_friday. Title from Jackie Greene's "Cry Yourself Dry": I've seen your face, on the darkest of nights, and honey, it lights up the sky
She disappears and he understands, lets her go.
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Except he can’t, not really, never could.
So he thinks about her. Wonders what she’d think of this new world, spaces as open as the heavens. Wonders what she’d think of him, bearded now, and getting good with a bow and arrow. He wonders if she’d still want to leap into the sky.
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When she shows up again, he’s not really surprised.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about me?” As though she doesn’t know the answer.
“You’re not an easy girl to forget.”
She smiles and doesn’t look at him.
But for the first time in their relationship, she sticks around.
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She’s restless, he knows, even with the constant movement.
“I need a Viper or booze or sex or something,” she complains one night, face lit by the campfire and the moon.
“I can only offer one of those things.”
She laughs at him, her cackle echoing off the stars. He grins, a bit sheepish.
She’s still laughing when she responds. “I don’t do beards.”
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He shaves the next day.
She laughs again.
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He has three days’ stubble on his face when she finally kisses him.
She’s always kissed like the worlds were ending, even before they did. There’s too much passion in her for anything else.
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And so he finally has Kara Thrace, only shares her with the Gods.
He thinks maybe she’s always been an angel, exiled from the heavens but always trying to get back. He thinks of the love in her that she always tried to hide-for Zak, the Old Man, Sam. For the nuggets. For him. It used to scare her sometimes, how strong she felt, how much she loved. He hopes she understands now; she just always had a little more of the Gods in her than anyone else did.
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He supposes he believes in the Gods now. He must, since he believes in her.
She’s always been his religion.
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She starts eating more, puts on a little weight. He says she can’t give him any more flak about his metabolism.
He stops making fun of her and starts worrying when she keeps getting bigger.
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“You idiot,” she says finally. “I’m pregnant.”
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Once he gets over the shock, he’s honestly giddy.
Maybe it’s not real, just his subconscious, but he can feel the skin of her stretching stomach under his fingers. It feels real enough.
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She bitches at him for dreaming her pregnant the way he suspects she might have bitched if he had ever actually gotten her pregnant. But deep down he knows you can’t make Kara Thrace do anything she doesn’t want to do, even if she’s just a figment of your imagination.
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He can’t remember a time he didn’t love her, and he tells her so.
“You’re such a sap,” she tells him, rolls her eyes.
But he still watches her sleep, still holds her hand whenever she’ll let him.
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The jobs of midwife and father-to-be don’t mix well, but he manages.
She curses at him the whole time.
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And then there’s a kid.
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It’s not beautiful, blood everywhere and child wailing, but Lee’s so awed he almost forgets to cut the umbilical cord.
He can only look, speechless, at the tiny bundle in Kara’s arms.
It’s not too tiny; William Joseph Thrace is a chubby kid.
Kara sighs. “Looks like the nugget inherited your metabolism.”
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Lee calls him Will.
Kara calls him Nugget or the Young Man.
He gets her hair and restlessness, first ask about the stars before he turns four.
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Each night they fall asleep side by side under the sky, polka dotted with stars. They all dream about flying.
Author: olaf47
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13 for minor language
Spoilers: Through the end of the series
Summary: When she shows up again, he's not really surprised.
A/N: Happy Christmas! Written for fluff_friday. Title from Jackie Greene's "Cry Yourself Dry": I've seen your face, on the darkest of nights, and honey, it lights up the sky
She disappears and he understands, lets her go.
-
---
-
Except he can’t, not really, never could.
So he thinks about her. Wonders what she’d think of this new world, spaces as open as the heavens. Wonders what she’d think of him, bearded now, and getting good with a bow and arrow. He wonders if she’d still want to leap into the sky.
-
When she shows up again, he’s not really surprised.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about me?” As though she doesn’t know the answer.
“You’re not an easy girl to forget.”
She smiles and doesn’t look at him.
But for the first time in their relationship, she sticks around.
-
She’s restless, he knows, even with the constant movement.
“I need a Viper or booze or sex or something,” she complains one night, face lit by the campfire and the moon.
“I can only offer one of those things.”
She laughs at him, her cackle echoing off the stars. He grins, a bit sheepish.
She’s still laughing when she responds. “I don’t do beards.”
-
---
-
He shaves the next day.
She laughs again.
-
He has three days’ stubble on his face when she finally kisses him.
She’s always kissed like the worlds were ending, even before they did. There’s too much passion in her for anything else.
-
And so he finally has Kara Thrace, only shares her with the Gods.
He thinks maybe she’s always been an angel, exiled from the heavens but always trying to get back. He thinks of the love in her that she always tried to hide-for Zak, the Old Man, Sam. For the nuggets. For him. It used to scare her sometimes, how strong she felt, how much she loved. He hopes she understands now; she just always had a little more of the Gods in her than anyone else did.
-
He supposes he believes in the Gods now. He must, since he believes in her.
She’s always been his religion.
-
She starts eating more, puts on a little weight. He says she can’t give him any more flak about his metabolism.
He stops making fun of her and starts worrying when she keeps getting bigger.
-
---
-
“You idiot,” she says finally. “I’m pregnant.”
-
---
-
Once he gets over the shock, he’s honestly giddy.
Maybe it’s not real, just his subconscious, but he can feel the skin of her stretching stomach under his fingers. It feels real enough.
-
She bitches at him for dreaming her pregnant the way he suspects she might have bitched if he had ever actually gotten her pregnant. But deep down he knows you can’t make Kara Thrace do anything she doesn’t want to do, even if she’s just a figment of your imagination.
-
He can’t remember a time he didn’t love her, and he tells her so.
“You’re such a sap,” she tells him, rolls her eyes.
But he still watches her sleep, still holds her hand whenever she’ll let him.
-
---
-
The jobs of midwife and father-to-be don’t mix well, but he manages.
She curses at him the whole time.
-
And then there’s a kid.
-
It’s not beautiful, blood everywhere and child wailing, but Lee’s so awed he almost forgets to cut the umbilical cord.
He can only look, speechless, at the tiny bundle in Kara’s arms.
It’s not too tiny; William Joseph Thrace is a chubby kid.
Kara sighs. “Looks like the nugget inherited your metabolism.”
-
---
-
Lee calls him Will.
Kara calls him Nugget or the Young Man.
He gets her hair and restlessness, first ask about the stars before he turns four.
-
Each night they fall asleep side by side under the sky, polka dotted with stars. They all dream about flying.