275 - "You can't control life, at least you can control your version."
Sitting in a pool. Eyes open but not seeing. Attached to CIC, wires everywhere, connected.
He is finally connected to something perfect.
He's gone. Brain isn't working; he told Kara this would happen, told her that if Cottle took the bullet out he would be gone and he's...
End of Line.
Four hands reach into the pool. He blinks.
He is no longer the Pyramid player, no longer the Resistance fighter, no longer the Viper pilot, no longer the Cylon troubled by what he is. He is no longer Samuel T. Anders.
He is still the husband of Kara Thrace, though.
She thinks he can't hear. He knows, he understands, as she drops the dog tags into the pool, cradling them into his hands, the way she had done before on Caprica when they met, cyclical. Gave them and her heart to him then, only so he could return them, only so she would give them back in one last effort to prove she loved him.
He knows.
"I'll see you on the other side," he says, to no one once Kara leaves.
Kara leaves them all, headed for the sun, headed for someplace bright and beautiful. She has completed her mission and herself, grown as a person and an instrument of whatever higher power you want to call it, and so has he.
Perfection.
He has never been the one to control his destiny, never even thought he had one until that moment his wife leaves and he knows. There's an order, yes, for him to take the fleet into the sun and burn everything, destroy the cycle of violence by destroying the technology he had helped create over 2,000 years ago.
It's not the order he follows.
He knows where Kara will be once it's all said and done. Dead, but not. Fulfilled. Complete.
Perfect.
"I'll see you on the other side."
It's not the order that takes him into the sun.
It's Kara.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 325 (not including direct quote)