They don’t talk. There is nothing they could say that would change a thing. No words would make her cancer go away, would stop him from drinking, trying to numb the pain. Words are useless in a life that sometimes feels it’s not worth being lived any longer
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As much as it soothes my soul to think of Kara/Sam in some slice of heavenly bliss, I most want to see them going through all the ups and downs of living together before their respective deaths. So something New Caprica-based for canon-compliance, I guess, or an AU where they meet on Caprica before the fall. I love their happy moments and their conflicts and their tangible physical attraction and the way they sometimes talk things out after sex (they have post-sex conversations, you guys, and it is amazing!) and the way she pushes him away with one arm but always pulls him back with the other, and the perfect fic for me will have all of that. The drunken flirtation, the sober flirtation, Kara learning to open up to Sam, the inevitable arguments, the husband-and-wife pyramid! They'd stick together in the long run no matter how messy things got.
(And preferably it wouldn't pretend she never had any feelings for Lee. Kara/Sam are my OTP and I
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Aaaah all of the things you mention are exactly what I would like to see in a fic about the Magnificent Anderses, specifically, they have post-sex conversations, you guys, and it is amazing! because: yes! They're so fun and happy together and genuinely like one another, which can be so rare for TV couples. Them them themmmmmmm.
With her hand tucked in his, he watches the Eight's pained face until all life seeps out of it.
He doesn't know why this rattles him at the core. He can't even count the times he's seen that recognition -- that inevitability -- of death in the eyes of humans: his teammates, his friends. He always assumed he'd experience it one day himself, and finding out he's not as human as he thought has done nothing to make him believe otherwise.
He won't forget this Eight. It's a heavy ache in his chest, an unexpected sadness under his ribcage. As he lets her hand slip away and he stands up, alone in the room, he silently asks the Lords of Kobol to watch over her soul.
And if you're listening, he thinks, I could use a hand too.
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I agree about the ideas being anti-climatic. I just wanted so much more from it all.
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(I should really, really finish the smut scene for my charity fic, so yeah, let's try to distract myself *cough*)
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I am so sorry I'm going to get long-winded.
As much as it soothes my soul to think of Kara/Sam in some slice of heavenly bliss, I most want to see them going through all the ups and downs of living together before their respective deaths. So something New Caprica-based for canon-compliance, I guess, or an AU where they meet on Caprica before the fall. I love their happy moments and their conflicts and their tangible physical attraction and the way they sometimes talk things out after sex (they have post-sex conversations, you guys, and it is amazing!) and the way she pushes him away with one arm but always pulls him back with the other, and the perfect fic for me will have all of that. The drunken flirtation, the sober flirtation, Kara learning to open up to Sam, the inevitable arguments, the husband-and-wife pyramid! They'd stick together in the long run no matter how messy things got.
(And preferably it wouldn't pretend she never had any feelings for Lee. Kara/Sam are my OTP and I ( ... )
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He doesn't know why this rattles him at the core. He can't even count the times he's seen that recognition -- that inevitability -- of death in the eyes of humans: his teammates, his friends. He always assumed he'd experience it one day himself, and finding out he's not as human as he thought has done nothing to make him believe otherwise.
He won't forget this Eight. It's a heavy ache in his chest, an unexpected sadness under his ribcage. As he lets her hand slip away and he stands up, alone in the room, he silently asks the Lords of Kobol to watch over her soul.
And if you're listening, he thinks, I could use a hand too.
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