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Beginnings (Kara/Leoben Fic)
Jan. 11th, 2010 01:30 amThis was requested, this seemed like a good place to put it.
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He sits in the dark, listening to the wireless. The CAP is out, Starbuck in the lead. They haven't had any Cylon contacts in a few days, so the jocks are loose, having a little fun with each other. He hears her laugh and smiles. It's not the traditional laugh, something soft and beautiful to most people. But it is music to him. It is uniquely hers, this snorting laugh. He hears it in his sleep, holds it like a priceless heirloom in his mind.
That night, after hearing her laugh more than he has in a long time, he lays on his pallet and listens to God. His voice is a soft whisper in his ear, like the Hybrids, speaking the same circular pattern of words. The Angel, the Guide, the Storm, the Flame. Over and over. The Words are a comfort to him, he knows he's on the right path. He just needs to keep biding his time, waiting and listening to that laugh.
The day she goes down, he's listening. Everyone else on the wireless is in a panic, but he knows better. She has a Destiny that she hasn't even been shown yet. God would not allow her to fall. As rescue ships are scrambled, he is filled with confidence. All is going according to God's Plan. He can feel it to his very bones, anchoring him to his room and to the constant sound of her laugh in his head.
The loss of the Raider will be felt on the Basestar, but it is a sacrifice for the greater good. She has another piece to the puzzle now and it only cost her an injury. This injury is the beginning, her first glimpse of the Path that will bring them together. It is all going as God told him it would, events playing out just as they'd been whispered in his ear.
He is not cornered, he allows himself to be captured. It is required, another small sacrifice for God. He knows who will be sent to interrogate him. There is only one person the Admiral would trust with that, only one person they would think strong enough to face him. And it is the very person he wants, the one he needs. The one God needs. The Path is begun.
"Sleeping?" He hears her voice and smiles. He knows this voice. He dreams this voice. So he answers her easily, with the truth. "Praying."
With those words, they are committed to their Destiny.
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He sits in the dark, listening to the wireless. The CAP is out, Starbuck in the lead. They haven't had any Cylon contacts in a few days, so the jocks are loose, having a little fun with each other. He hears her laugh and smiles. It's not the traditional laugh, something soft and beautiful to most people. But it is music to him. It is uniquely hers, this snorting laugh. He hears it in his sleep, holds it like a priceless heirloom in his mind.
That night, after hearing her laugh more than he has in a long time, he lays on his pallet and listens to God. His voice is a soft whisper in his ear, like the Hybrids, speaking the same circular pattern of words. The Angel, the Guide, the Storm, the Flame. Over and over. The Words are a comfort to him, he knows he's on the right path. He just needs to keep biding his time, waiting and listening to that laugh.
The day she goes down, he's listening. Everyone else on the wireless is in a panic, but he knows better. She has a Destiny that she hasn't even been shown yet. God would not allow her to fall. As rescue ships are scrambled, he is filled with confidence. All is going according to God's Plan. He can feel it to his very bones, anchoring him to his room and to the constant sound of her laugh in his head.
The loss of the Raider will be felt on the Basestar, but it is a sacrifice for the greater good. She has another piece to the puzzle now and it only cost her an injury. This injury is the beginning, her first glimpse of the Path that will bring them together. It is all going as God told him it would, events playing out just as they'd been whispered in his ear.
He is not cornered, he allows himself to be captured. It is required, another small sacrifice for God. He knows who will be sent to interrogate him. There is only one person the Admiral would trust with that, only one person they would think strong enough to face him. And it is the very person he wants, the one he needs. The one God needs. The Path is begun.
"Sleeping?" He hears her voice and smiles. He knows this voice. He dreams this voice. So he answers her easily, with the truth. "Praying."
With those words, they are committed to their Destiny.
