just a little Helo/Kara drabble...
Written for kate98, 'cause she's pining for some het drabbles...
Exhausted physically, mentally, emotionally, Helo slowly lowered himself into the overstuffed chair as Kara sprawled back on her couch, lit up a cigar she found in the pocket of the jacket she'd abandoned here a lifetime ago. The haunting notes of a piano played by her father swirled around them both, created a cocoon against all the ugliness outside.
For just a moment in time, as he closed his eyes, he could pretend that there was a future and that it held something more than pain and fear and uncertainty.
Using both hands because his muscles didn't want to work anymore, Helo lifted his injured leg and rested it on the coffee table that sat between them. Gods, he'd missed Kara, missed the way she was able to cut through all the crap and get to the heart of the matter without batting an eye. You're an idiot, all right? You're an idiot, but the Cylons have a way of making us all look like idiots.
Sharon had left him, but he had his friend back. Kara was here and she was real and maybe, just maybe there would be a tomorrow.
Feel free to leave feedback, if you're so moved. :)
Kate, if you read this again here, there are a couple of changes, since the one I left on your LJ was written directly there, no editing. O_o
Also, for those of you on the flist who are Scapers, there's still time to sign up for uncharted_elves. The deadline is tomorrow and it's a big ol' gift exchange for the holidays. You give 'em a request of what you'd like (fic, vids, banners, icons, etc.) and tell 'em what you can give in return. It'll be fun!
Exhausted physically, mentally, emotionally, Helo slowly lowered himself into the overstuffed chair as Kara sprawled back on her couch, lit up a cigar she found in the pocket of the jacket she'd abandoned here a lifetime ago. The haunting notes of a piano played by her father swirled around them both, created a cocoon against all the ugliness outside.
For just a moment in time, as he closed his eyes, he could pretend that there was a future and that it held something more than pain and fear and uncertainty.
Using both hands because his muscles didn't want to work anymore, Helo lifted his injured leg and rested it on the coffee table that sat between them. Gods, he'd missed Kara, missed the way she was able to cut through all the crap and get to the heart of the matter without batting an eye. You're an idiot, all right? You're an idiot, but the Cylons have a way of making us all look like idiots.
Sharon had left him, but he had his friend back. Kara was here and she was real and maybe, just maybe there would be a tomorrow.
Feel free to leave feedback, if you're so moved. :)
Kate, if you read this again here, there are a couple of changes, since the one I left on your LJ was written directly there, no editing. O_o
Also, for those of you on the flist who are Scapers, there's still time to sign up for uncharted_elves. The deadline is tomorrow and it's a big ol' gift exchange for the holidays. You give 'em a request of what you'd like (fic, vids, banners, icons, etc.) and tell 'em what you can give in return. It'll be fun!