Kara took several deep breaths, her hands braced on either side of the small sink in the head. Knuckles long gone white, she attempted to focus her mind on continuing to breathe and keeping the contents of her stomach right where they belonged. She splashed some water on her face, dabbing it dry quickly, hoping to wipe away her nerves just as easily. She met her own eyes in the reflection of the mirror, glaring at herself. She was Starbuck, scourge of the cylons, harbinger of death, Aurora. She had come back from the frakking dead and made it through this far. She could do this. She had to do this. There was a knock on the hatch and she heard someone step inside. "Sir, it's time." She glanced back at Helo, standing to attention with a quiet pride in his eyes and a near smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She rolled her eyes at him through the mirror, and just like that, she felt her bravado wash over her, and she buttoned the last button of her tunic, smoothing her appearance to what she should be. She strode out of the head, her head held high and voice steady as she met the taller man's eyes. "Let's do this, Colonel," she said with a short nod. "Sir," he stepped aside and stepped in line behind her as she marched out of her new quarters and down to towards the hangar deck. She pointedly ignored the crowd of people assembled there (and how many were missing...so many) and let her eyes meet Lee's, not letting them stray as she walked towards him. Kara knew this couldn't be easy for him, that of everyone here he would be the only one with a stronger with than she that this wasn't happening, that he hadn't actually come to this. But there he was, waiting for her, standing with his back straight in a suit that made him look the part (just like her new uniform did), and she had the fleeting thought that at least Lee still had her six. She reached him and stood to attention, snapping a salute he responded. The aide standing next to him (Jenkins, she thought his name was) handed Lee a small box that she recognized and she took a deep breath that she held. Lee opened the box, and pulled out the pins inside, carefully reached over to her and pinning them on her collar. His fingers brushed against the skin on her neck and she shakily let out the breath she'd been holding. Lee smiled at her (a small, proud smile that told her everything) as he stepped out of her personal space. "Congratulations, Admiral Thrace," he said quietly, holding her gaze as he held out his hand for her. Lee was always holding out his hand for her. She never hesitated to take it. "Thank you, Mr. President." She didn't let go.
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Admiral Thrace
Date: 2010-02-07 08:21 am (UTC)She splashed some water on her face, dabbing it dry quickly, hoping to wipe away her nerves just as easily. She met her own eyes in the reflection of the mirror, glaring at herself. She was Starbuck, scourge of the cylons, harbinger of death, Aurora. She had come back from the frakking dead and made it through this far. She could do this. She had to do this.
There was a knock on the hatch and she heard someone step inside.
"Sir, it's time."
She glanced back at Helo, standing to attention with a quiet pride in his eyes and a near smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She rolled her eyes at him through the mirror, and just like that, she felt her bravado wash over her, and she buttoned the last button of her tunic, smoothing her appearance to what she should be.
She strode out of the head, her head held high and voice steady as she met the taller man's eyes.
"Let's do this, Colonel," she said with a short nod.
"Sir," he stepped aside and stepped in line behind her as she marched out of her new quarters and down to towards the hangar deck.
She pointedly ignored the crowd of people assembled there (and how many were missing...so many) and let her eyes meet Lee's, not letting them stray as she walked towards him.
Kara knew this couldn't be easy for him, that of everyone here he would be the only one with a stronger with than she that this wasn't happening, that he hadn't actually come to this. But there he was, waiting for her, standing with his back straight in a suit that made him look the part (just like her new uniform did), and she had the fleeting thought that at least Lee still had her six.
She reached him and stood to attention, snapping a salute he responded.
The aide standing next to him (Jenkins, she thought his name was) handed Lee a small box that she recognized and she took a deep breath that she held.
Lee opened the box, and pulled out the pins inside, carefully reached over to her and pinning them on her collar. His fingers brushed against the skin on her neck and she shakily let out the breath she'd been holding.
Lee smiled at her (a small, proud smile that told her everything) as he stepped out of her personal space.
"Congratulations, Admiral Thrace," he said quietly, holding her gaze as he held out his hand for her.
Lee was always holding out his hand for her. She never hesitated to take it.
"Thank you, Mr. President."
She didn't let go.
**fin**
cheers.
--Lex