BSG fic
It's amazing how quickly I become obsessed with things. I started watching BSG in March -- I think. Maybe it was April. In any event, here is my first fic. It's just kind of a character study for Kara, and I confess, I finished it up quickly because i was rather eager to post it. I hope you all enjoy, and as you can see, I need livejournal friends! If you like BSG and particuarly Lee and Kara getting it on, I would be ecstatic if you friended me.
The day comes when Kara’s role is too painful to play at anymore and she realizes it’s easier to go crazy.
She thinks the realization happens when she’s seated across the table from Athena and Helo, just a few plays away from winning Triad again.
She pushes away from the table, laying her cards down with more force than was necessary (but, she acknowledges, the exact amount of force that is to be expected from her).
Kara, come here. Socrata’s eyes are soft, partially hidden behind the smoke trailing off the end of her cigarette. Her hair is clean today, and her nails have just been painted.
Kara comes.
Now, Kara is in space, alone. She is the best - at her best - here.
Socrata taps the deck of cards on the tabletop, looks up at Kara almost hesitantly. Her fingernails are painted red, and one runs along the crevice between two cards. Kara wants her nails painted red too.
The controls of the Viper feel familiar and comfortable, almost like an extension of her own body. Kara Thrace comes with legs and fingers and buttons and machine guns.
She’s cracking up, she decides, and rolls with it.
Accelerating the Viper, she darts in and out of the meager space traffic surrounding the fleet, feeling lethargic and lazy and calm.
Do you want me to teach you?
Kara Thrace has blonde hair and FTL capabilities, landing pads and… and…
Kara feels an odd swelling sensation in her throat. It makes it hard to breathe deeply, so she doesn’t say anything. She gives a tentative nod, but moves to sit next to her mother quickly.
Quickly; hoping her mother won’t change her mind. She climbs into the chair, her feet inches from the floor. They dangle and swing back and forth.
Sit still.
“Starbuck, what the frak are you doing?” Lee’s voice cuts in through her reverie and she jumps perceptibly; she is immediately glad that there is no one nearby who saw.
Kara does, imagining that she is photograph-Kara. No one ever sat as still as Kara did then.
With a jolt of annoyance, she snaps into the comm link. “Nothing, Apollo.”
So much for alone.
Is it too much to ask to just be alone sometimes?
Socrata opens her mouth and delves into the rules and strategies of Triad, and Kara stares at her mother, watching Socrata’s mouth move and repeating her words silently each time her mother pauses for a breath.
Kara doesn’t forget, and when her mother hands her the cards and instructs her to deal, her heart swells.
Lee Adama doesn’t like it when she’s alone because Kara breaks things when she’s alone (not that she doesn’t break things when she’s with him - like Lee for instance - but it somehow lessens the effect if he’s there to watch out for her). He would rather - Kara knows - fold himself into her than watch her fold into herself. Lee Adama is scared that if he looks away for a moment too long, she won’t be there when he looks back.
Her fingers are clumsy and too big for the rest of her right now; the splint still secured next to her left index finger is tied too tightly, she can’t bend it. The linen wrapped around her middle finger trails off onto the table. Kara tries to wrap her fingers around the deck, angry and furious at herself for breaking, malfunctioning, and she is too frightened to look up at her mother.
Oh Kara, let me do it then.
Her cheeks burn as she passes the deck back to her mother.
Kara surreptitiously she lowers her hands below the table and pulls at the plastic splint, pain shooting down her arm and her breath catching in her throat with each tug.
She can feel her mother’s eyes on her.
Kara just can’t get used to the idea of somebody giving a frak.
What are you doing? They’ll never heal that way.
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