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seriousficTitle: Comfort
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 607
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Kara, Caprica, Helo/Athena
Timeline: Takes place after The Oath.
Summary: Sam tries to bridge the distance to Kara before it’s too late.
Sam had learned in the resistance to sleep when he could so he could fight when he had to. If that monster from Pegasus came back, he wasn’t going to be in any condition to hurt anyone by the time he got back out. But right now, Sam had to rest. Pretend it was the big game that was stressing him, not a friend being threatened with rape. A fellow Cylon.
He felt Caprica’s head drift to his shoulder. In a fight, she’d do more damage than he could. Across the room, Sharon laid down against the wall with Hera in her arms. Helo paced in the middle of the room, punching the bulkhead once but looking around apologetically when the others startled.
Sam took Caprica’s hand and rubbed it reassuringly in his. When he dreamed, a fitful non-interlude like a Viper not escaping from a gravity well, it was mostly gunshots. Distant, than not so distant.
He awoke to cool water dripping on his thigh, followed by a wet washcloth scrubbing his face. He opened his eyes to see Kara holding it. There was a bandage covering the left side of her face.
“You’re hurt.”
“Look who’s talking.” She unselfconsciously peeled down the bandage a little. “It’ll heal.”
The room was empty and so quiet he could strain and hear the vacuum pulling at the hull. Just his imagination. Funny, how quickly you got used to the gunfire.
“Where’re the others?”
“Doing their jobs. The Doc gave you a quick and dirty, don’t you remember?”
He shook his head.
“I told him to let you sleep. Didn’t have time to kiss your boo-boos.”
“But now you do?”
“I got bored of saving the day and decided I’d better stop before everyone else got jealous.” She generously pulled his shirt up and sopped at the bruise blooming across his ribs. “What about you, how many Marines did it take to knock you out?”
“Two. And they hit me from behind.”
“Oh, then I’ll just tell the Old Man to let Seelix go.” She gave him that cocky, loveable grin as she dunked the washcloth back in the bucket. The water was quickly turning red.
Sam rolled his eyes. “All she did was distract me.”
“If you want to get beat up by a girl, you could’ve just asked.”
“You haven’t been that easy to talk to.”
Kara wrung out the washcloth, twisting it further and further around. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”
She tried to bring it to his busted lip but Sam grabbed her hand. “What was that?”
“I said I was sorry. Frak, super-special Cylon motherfrakker and you can’t even hear right… I’m a frak-up, Sam. You were bound to find out, I’m just shocked it took you this long.”
“You’re not that big a frak-up.”
She paused before giving his bruises a soft, tender wipe. “Thanks. You know, there’ve been a lot of men in my life. You’re the only one who doesn’t make me feel like an idiot in the morning.” She laughed at herself, shook her head. “Cylon.”
“Say you love me. I want to hear it.”
Her long hair tickled his cheek as she went to his ear. “I love you, Sam Anders. Sam. Sam, are you awake? Sam?”
He blinked until the sleep had drained out of his eyes. His face was sore, dry. “Yeah, Sharon, I’m awake.”
“Gunfire’s getting closer.” She pressed a shiv into his hand. “Stay sharp.”
Sam cracked his neck and tucked the shiv away. “You’re lucky to have Helo.”
She looked back at her husband tending to Hera. “I know.”
“No, you don’t. Trust me.”
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 607
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Kara, Caprica, Helo/Athena
Timeline: Takes place after The Oath.
Summary: Sam tries to bridge the distance to Kara before it’s too late.
Sam had learned in the resistance to sleep when he could so he could fight when he had to. If that monster from Pegasus came back, he wasn’t going to be in any condition to hurt anyone by the time he got back out. But right now, Sam had to rest. Pretend it was the big game that was stressing him, not a friend being threatened with rape. A fellow Cylon.
He felt Caprica’s head drift to his shoulder. In a fight, she’d do more damage than he could. Across the room, Sharon laid down against the wall with Hera in her arms. Helo paced in the middle of the room, punching the bulkhead once but looking around apologetically when the others startled.
Sam took Caprica’s hand and rubbed it reassuringly in his. When he dreamed, a fitful non-interlude like a Viper not escaping from a gravity well, it was mostly gunshots. Distant, than not so distant.
He awoke to cool water dripping on his thigh, followed by a wet washcloth scrubbing his face. He opened his eyes to see Kara holding it. There was a bandage covering the left side of her face.
“You’re hurt.”
“Look who’s talking.” She unselfconsciously peeled down the bandage a little. “It’ll heal.”
The room was empty and so quiet he could strain and hear the vacuum pulling at the hull. Just his imagination. Funny, how quickly you got used to the gunfire.
“Where’re the others?”
“Doing their jobs. The Doc gave you a quick and dirty, don’t you remember?”
He shook his head.
“I told him to let you sleep. Didn’t have time to kiss your boo-boos.”
“But now you do?”
“I got bored of saving the day and decided I’d better stop before everyone else got jealous.” She generously pulled his shirt up and sopped at the bruise blooming across his ribs. “What about you, how many Marines did it take to knock you out?”
“Two. And they hit me from behind.”
“Oh, then I’ll just tell the Old Man to let Seelix go.” She gave him that cocky, loveable grin as she dunked the washcloth back in the bucket. The water was quickly turning red.
Sam rolled his eyes. “All she did was distract me.”
“If you want to get beat up by a girl, you could’ve just asked.”
“You haven’t been that easy to talk to.”
Kara wrung out the washcloth, twisting it further and further around. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”
She tried to bring it to his busted lip but Sam grabbed her hand. “What was that?”
“I said I was sorry. Frak, super-special Cylon motherfrakker and you can’t even hear right… I’m a frak-up, Sam. You were bound to find out, I’m just shocked it took you this long.”
“You’re not that big a frak-up.”
She paused before giving his bruises a soft, tender wipe. “Thanks. You know, there’ve been a lot of men in my life. You’re the only one who doesn’t make me feel like an idiot in the morning.” She laughed at herself, shook her head. “Cylon.”
“Say you love me. I want to hear it.”
Her long hair tickled his cheek as she went to his ear. “I love you, Sam Anders. Sam. Sam, are you awake? Sam?”
He blinked until the sleep had drained out of his eyes. His face was sore, dry. “Yeah, Sharon, I’m awake.”
“Gunfire’s getting closer.” She pressed a shiv into his hand. “Stay sharp.”
Sam cracked his neck and tucked the shiv away. “You’re lucky to have Helo.”
She looked back at her husband tending to Hera. “I know.”
“No, you don’t. Trust me.”
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 02:16 pm (UTC)But her snarky dialogue is so excellent here.
“I got bored of saving the day and decided I’d better stop before everyone else got jealous.”
Ha ha ha!
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:22 pm (UTC)Love it!
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:39 pm (UTC)I agree that this was very well done, especially dream!Kara. But I wish it had been real. :(
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Date: 2009-02-07 08:05 am (UTC)here from the_wireless
Date: 2009-02-07 11:17 am (UTC)