No Place Like Home
Title: No Place Like Home
Author: kl_shipper1
Characters/Pairings: Kara, slight Kara/Lee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BSG is not, and will never be mine. I am only playing around with a few characters with this piece of fiction, and no monetary gain is coming from it. It is merely a channel for creativity.
Author's Note: Written for a no_takebacks fic meme.
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There's no place like home.
The old phrase is the first thing that comes to mind when Kara sets the stolen raider down on the surface of Caprica and steps out to see the remains of the place she once called home. She snorts at the thought. "No one thought about the Cylons coming back and turning 'home' into a nuclear wasteland when they made that up, did they?"
She had been sent back home, back to Caprica, on what was practically a suicide mission to retrieve the Arrow of Apollo for President Roslin. Now, as she moves to enter the Delphi Museum, she looks up at the yellowed sky caused by the radiation from the Cylons' nuclear strike on the colonies, and realizes that this nuked shell of a planet is not 'home' anymore. There were no signs of life, just destruction. Ruins of buildings hinting that this place had once been home, but not anymore. After the annihilation of the colonies, the Colonials were left with no home, forced to always be on the run, constantly fighting for their lives. No one had a home anymore, certainly not Caprica. She approaches the display case that holds the artifact she jumped back for, keeping the adage in her head so she doesn't focus on the destruction that surrounds her.
As Kara spends more time on the Cylon-infested planet, the remembered saying becomes less and less fitting for the place she sees. Without a doubt, she knows she can't consider this Caprica home, not after seeing the effects of the nuclear holocaust. The empty buildings and streets. The Cylons. The Resistance. The farms, with women hooked up to machines and being forced to carry human-cylon hybrids. Nothing about this place is home.
But when she makes her way back to the fleet and feels Lee's arms, tight, around her on the Astral Queen, she sees that while Caprica might be an uninhabitable wasteland that was not home to anyone, Galactica and the Adamas have become her home and family. And although life on Galactica, always on the run from the Cylons and searching for a place to settle down again, was extremely far from easy and perfect, when compared to a place like Caprica, there was no place like home.
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Feedback is always appreciated!
Author: kl_shipper1
Characters/Pairings: Kara, slight Kara/Lee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BSG is not, and will never be mine. I am only playing around with a few characters with this piece of fiction, and no monetary gain is coming from it. It is merely a channel for creativity.
Author's Note: Written for a no_takebacks fic meme.
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There's no place like home.
The old phrase is the first thing that comes to mind when Kara sets the stolen raider down on the surface of Caprica and steps out to see the remains of the place she once called home. She snorts at the thought. "No one thought about the Cylons coming back and turning 'home' into a nuclear wasteland when they made that up, did they?"
She had been sent back home, back to Caprica, on what was practically a suicide mission to retrieve the Arrow of Apollo for President Roslin. Now, as she moves to enter the Delphi Museum, she looks up at the yellowed sky caused by the radiation from the Cylons' nuclear strike on the colonies, and realizes that this nuked shell of a planet is not 'home' anymore. There were no signs of life, just destruction. Ruins of buildings hinting that this place had once been home, but not anymore. After the annihilation of the colonies, the Colonials were left with no home, forced to always be on the run, constantly fighting for their lives. No one had a home anymore, certainly not Caprica. She approaches the display case that holds the artifact she jumped back for, keeping the adage in her head so she doesn't focus on the destruction that surrounds her.
As Kara spends more time on the Cylon-infested planet, the remembered saying becomes less and less fitting for the place she sees. Without a doubt, she knows she can't consider this Caprica home, not after seeing the effects of the nuclear holocaust. The empty buildings and streets. The Cylons. The Resistance. The farms, with women hooked up to machines and being forced to carry human-cylon hybrids. Nothing about this place is home.
But when she makes her way back to the fleet and feels Lee's arms, tight, around her on the Astral Queen, she sees that while Caprica might be an uninhabitable wasteland that was not home to anyone, Galactica and the Adamas have become her home and family. And although life on Galactica, always on the run from the Cylons and searching for a place to settle down again, was extremely far from easy and perfect, when compared to a place like Caprica, there was no place like home.
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Feedback is always appreciated!