BSG || Kara/Laura || Lost
Title: The Maelstrom
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Laura
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG (or higher)
Prompt: Challenge 183 - Lost
A/N: Spoilers for the episode "Maelstrom" (Season 3, Episode 17). This is dedicated to the BSG Femslash Mafia. X-posted to bsg-femslash.
There was no perceptible roar, only a kaleidoscope of storm-like grey.
The Viper’s dials turned and the controls wriggled free of her fingers; the damaged craft screamed past the planet’s hard deck and into the crushing pressure beneath. The grinning Leoben prodded her deeper into the squall. She prayed as her comm. channels died.
Thrace woke up in a sweat, clawing for the figure beside her, whoever it was.
A random body from a random bunk.
Slowly, she stumbled out into the weary corridors of the Galactica, stopping at a familiar door and letting herself in.
“You could knock, or I could shoot you,” the occupant said.
This was Artemis. Blazing, intelligent eyes.
This was Aphrodite. Beauty like the dangerous swirl of a gas giant.
Kara had prayed incessantly to both, “Laura.”
The woman moved. Her kiss seared through all the knots of Kara’s memory: The mandala-storm. Her mother. Leoben. Earth.
They sank into the heat of intimate places.
It didn’t take long before Kara was back in her cockpit, watching the same dials lurch out of control.
She could hear Apollo’s voice in the background, god-angry and desperate.
“Okay. Kara, I’m coming to get you.”
“Lee…I’ll see you on the other side.” The comm. channel fled into static as she continued, “It’s okay. Just let me go. She’s waiting for me.”
Kara Thrace slipped deeper into the storm’s embrace.
This was Artemis. This was Aphrodite. A descent into the heart of a star. Into the realm of the gods.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Laura
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG (or higher)
Prompt: Challenge 183 - Lost
A/N: Spoilers for the episode "Maelstrom" (Season 3, Episode 17). This is dedicated to the BSG Femslash Mafia. X-posted to bsg-femslash.
There was no perceptible roar, only a kaleidoscope of storm-like grey.
The Viper’s dials turned and the controls wriggled free of her fingers; the damaged craft screamed past the planet’s hard deck and into the crushing pressure beneath. The grinning Leoben prodded her deeper into the squall. She prayed as her comm. channels died.
Thrace woke up in a sweat, clawing for the figure beside her, whoever it was.
A random body from a random bunk.
Slowly, she stumbled out into the weary corridors of the Galactica, stopping at a familiar door and letting herself in.
“You could knock, or I could shoot you,” the occupant said.
This was Artemis. Blazing, intelligent eyes.
This was Aphrodite. Beauty like the dangerous swirl of a gas giant.
Kara had prayed incessantly to both, “Laura.”
The woman moved. Her kiss seared through all the knots of Kara’s memory: The mandala-storm. Her mother. Leoben. Earth.
They sank into the heat of intimate places.
It didn’t take long before Kara was back in her cockpit, watching the same dials lurch out of control.
She could hear Apollo’s voice in the background, god-angry and desperate.
“Okay. Kara, I’m coming to get you.”
“Lee…I’ll see you on the other side.” The comm. channel fled into static as she continued, “It’s okay. Just let me go. She’s waiting for me.”
Kara Thrace slipped deeper into the storm’s embrace.
This was Artemis. This was Aphrodite. A descent into the heart of a star. Into the realm of the gods.