My last offering for this ficathon - I was going to wait and post it a little later, but we might be getting a thunderstorm so I figured I'd go ahead and do it before the weather made me miss the deadline. I hope you guys enjoy it, and that you don't decide to come after me for it. It's been an awesome ficathon - my first! - and I can't wait for the next one.
PS - if anyone can identify where I got the title, that'd be awesome.
"Hello, Sir."
Bill Adama smiles at the sound of that familiar voice, looking up to bestow that smile on the voice's owner. "Hello, Kara. I hoped I might be seeing you soon."
"What can I say, Sir? I can't get enough of the men in your family." Kara moves to sit next to the Admiral, smiling as he reaches up and strokes her hair back. "It's good to see you, Sir. Despite the circumstances."
"Likewise. I've missed you, Kara." Adama puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. "We could have used you around here."
"I know, Sir. I've been watching. I wanted to come back sooner...I'm sorry I couldn't prevent this."
"It was probably inevitable." Adama looks around the room, taking in the wreckage that was once Galactica's CIC. "No matter how much Athena's been rambling lately about treaties and cheated destinies...she hasn't been the same since Helo and Hera..."
"I know." Kara folds his hand in hers. "I was with them, too."
"Laura thought you might be." Adama glances over at Roslin, who's sprawled out on the floor of the CIC, next to his own body. It's strange to see her, knelt over him, stroking his hair and crying. It's strange to see himself lying unresponsive, to know that he used to be contained in that pile of skin, blood and bone. Stranger still is to watch his son, also grieving for him; Lee's hands are bound behind him, so he can't hold his father, but he's kneeling, pressing their temples together and whispering into an ear that can no longer hear him, and Adama feels a mild, dull pang at the sight of his son in pain. "It should hurt more than this."
"No, Sir. You've hurt enough. We all have. The hurting is over now." Kara stands up, taking his hand. "Come with me."
Adama looks at her, getting to his feet, then looks back. "Shouldn't we wait for them?"
"They'll be along." Kara looks at the door of CIC as a swarm of Centurions, led by Cavil, flood into the room. "Sooner than either of us would like. Please, Sir...Lee wouldn't want you to see this."
Adama turns with her, just in time; as Kara pulls him into an embrace, he can hear gunshots behind him, and he closes his eyes, accepting his daughter's presence, the comfort and peace she represents.
Kara's right. He doesn't have to stay here. The rest of his family will be along, and now he has all the time in the world to wait for them.
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For A Little of Your Light, all the time in the world, father figures, what if she never came back
Date: 2009-07-31 11:22 pm (UTC)PS - if anyone can identify where I got the title, that'd be awesome.
"Hello, Sir."
Bill Adama smiles at the sound of that familiar voice, looking up to bestow that smile on the voice's owner. "Hello, Kara. I hoped I might be seeing you soon."
"What can I say, Sir? I can't get enough of the men in your family." Kara moves to sit next to the Admiral, smiling as he reaches up and strokes her hair back. "It's good to see you, Sir. Despite the circumstances."
"Likewise. I've missed you, Kara." Adama puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. "We could have used you around here."
"I know, Sir. I've been watching. I wanted to come back sooner...I'm sorry I couldn't prevent this."
"It was probably inevitable." Adama looks around the room, taking in the wreckage that was once Galactica's CIC. "No matter how much Athena's been rambling lately about treaties and cheated destinies...she hasn't been the same since Helo and Hera..."
"I know." Kara folds his hand in hers. "I was with them, too."
"Laura thought you might be." Adama glances over at Roslin, who's sprawled out on the floor of the CIC, next to his own body. It's strange to see her, knelt over him, stroking his hair and crying. It's strange to see himself lying unresponsive, to know that he used to be contained in that pile of skin, blood and bone. Stranger still is to watch his son, also grieving for him; Lee's hands are bound behind him, so he can't hold his father, but he's kneeling, pressing their temples together and whispering into an ear that can no longer hear him, and Adama feels a mild, dull pang at the sight of his son in pain. "It should hurt more than this."
"No, Sir. You've hurt enough. We all have. The hurting is over now." Kara stands up, taking his hand. "Come with me."
Adama looks at her, getting to his feet, then looks back. "Shouldn't we wait for them?"
"They'll be along." Kara looks at the door of CIC as a swarm of Centurions, led by Cavil, flood into the room. "Sooner than either of us would like. Please, Sir...Lee wouldn't want you to see this."
Adama turns with her, just in time; as Kara pulls him into an embrace, he can hear gunshots behind him, and he closes his eyes, accepting his daughter's presence, the comfort and peace she represents.
Kara's right. He doesn't have to stay here. The rest of his family will be along, and now he has all the time in the world to wait for them.