[Fic] Thrace Agathon (BSG)
Title: Thrace Agathon
Summary: Hera has questions about Starbuck.
Rating: G
Word Count: Drabble. ~250
“What are you up to, kiddo?” Dad asked from the doorway.
And then he saw it, spilled all over his and Mom’s bed, the stuff she had found in the box underneath. Pictures and paintings and tubes of paint. A piece of paper with acceptance to “Viper Training,” a dark grey jacket with a red-and-yellow triangle patch, and more pictures in a smaller box. “Oh,” he said, sitting down on the blanket beside her.
Hera looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. Thrace, Agathon Lead Fleet To Champ Win Over U. Tauron! She’d stopped to read it because Thrace Agathon was her brother’s name, and because in the picture her father looked so young.
“Who is she?” she asked, pointing to the girl. Dad had her mid-lift, her feet swinging above the ground, blonde hair flying, grins so big on both of them it was like their faces might break.
“Her name was Kara. She was with Mom and you and me on Galactica, but she died when you were very young.” He took the picture from her hands. He was smiling, but Hera couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad. “She was my best friend in all the worlds.”
"Now you know why I told you not to tell him about me," Hera’s imaginary friend said. She was sitting on the bed next to Dad, her hand over his, but Dad couldn’t sense her. He never could. Starbuck leaned her head against Dad’s shoulder, and she was blinking back tears. "I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand."
Hera still wasn’t sure she did. There were tears in Dad’s eyes, too.
Summary: Hera has questions about Starbuck.
Rating: G
Word Count: Drabble. ~250
“What are you up to, kiddo?” Dad asked from the doorway.
And then he saw it, spilled all over his and Mom’s bed, the stuff she had found in the box underneath. Pictures and paintings and tubes of paint. A piece of paper with acceptance to “Viper Training,” a dark grey jacket with a red-and-yellow triangle patch, and more pictures in a smaller box. “Oh,” he said, sitting down on the blanket beside her.
Hera looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. Thrace, Agathon Lead Fleet To Champ Win Over U. Tauron! She’d stopped to read it because Thrace Agathon was her brother’s name, and because in the picture her father looked so young.
“Who is she?” she asked, pointing to the girl. Dad had her mid-lift, her feet swinging above the ground, blonde hair flying, grins so big on both of them it was like their faces might break.
“Her name was Kara. She was with Mom and you and me on Galactica, but she died when you were very young.” He took the picture from her hands. He was smiling, but Hera couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad. “She was my best friend in all the worlds.”
"Now you know why I told you not to tell him about me," Hera’s imaginary friend said. She was sitting on the bed next to Dad, her hand over his, but Dad couldn’t sense her. He never could. Starbuck leaned her head against Dad’s shoulder, and she was blinking back tears. "I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand."
Hera still wasn’t sure she did. There were tears in Dad’s eyes, too.