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Ambrosia

“Come on,” Lee muttered, as Kara dragged him into the empty storage unit. “It’s late, I’m tired, whatever it is can we do it in the morning?”

“Lee, I don’t care how frakked up things have gotten, we’re not going to skip our anniversary.”

The word smacked him upside the head. One year. One year they’d been holding this secret, officiated by Elosha just after Colonial Day. Married.

“You forgot.” Kara handed him a glass of ambrosia--where’d she get that? “Didn’t you, Mr. Thrace?”

“It’s not Mr. Thrace.”

“Yeah it is,” Kara smirked, kissing him hard.

“Yeah it is.”

Raptor

She doesn’t wait.

Before the hydraulic hiss of the raptor’s hatch opening, Kara crosses the deck in long strides only a beat away from running. She needs to see it for herself, she’s heard and held her breath.

She just wants to see him, just to make sure that the SAR team hadn’t botched the rescue. Wants to make sure that he’s breathing. He needs to be breathing. As long as he’s breathing he’ll be there to back her up in the future.

Medics shove her out of the way, but she sees his chest rise and fall.

He’s alive.

Dream

Kara will never tell him; he knows her well enough to know that.

Watching the way she curls up, looking almost small, under the tarp—he knows something is wrong, something went wrong, back on Caprica. Maybe she thinks she’s fooling them all, but he knows that something just isn’t right.

She tosses in her sleep, the crinkle of her body on the plastic, loud in the otherwise quiet night. He puts a hand on her shoulder, nudges gently, and her eyes bolt open with a gasp.

She doesn’t tell him about the nightmare. Rolls over. Goes back to sleep.

Kiss

Some heavy knot in her chest breaks loose at the sight of Lee’s face, broad and grinning and grateful to see her. Not the welcome home she had expected, not the way they’d parted. The grin is infectious and before she knows it, she’s smiling too.

Lee wraps her in his arms as she wraps her arms around him and he holds her close, more of a hug than he’s ever given her before. And when he pulls back he doesn’t let her go, pulls her in again and kisses her soundly.

Definitely not the welcome home she had expected

Zak

“Zak was dead long before the colonies got nuked.” It’s not the best way to start the conversation, Kara knows, but she doesn’t know how else to ask why Lee’s putting Zak’s photograph on the remembrance wall.

Lee gives her a sideways look, and there’s a weary sadness in his face. “I used to visit his grave,” he said. “Every year. I guess I wanted a place where I could go to remember him. Not that I ever forget. I just wanted a place. Three years today.”

Together, they stand, Kara's shoulder pressed to his. “We must be getting old.”

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(These all tell one story.)

Ambrosia
It’s late by the time Lee makes it back to his quarters. He’s been dogged by memories all day of his mother and Zak, friends from the Atlantia and the Academy. The whole business of settling New Caprica is throwing him. It’s too easy. Something’s not right. He nods to the marine guard and pushes through the hatch.

Then he sees Kara asleep in his rack. Maybe not being on the run is better. As Lee crawl in to join her, Kara rolls over, snuggling against him warm, cozy. Definitely better. He kisses the top of her head and smiles.

*** *** ***

Dreams
Lee Adama often dreams something horrible has happened to Kara. It stared long before red moon, the end of the worlds or even Zak’s accident. It started the first night he met her.

By the time she leaves to rescue her pyramid player, Lee’s so used to her ship bursting into flames, he almost doesn’t notice. But he can’t shake the visions when he wakes. Everywhere he looks he sees her raptor blowing to pieces.

That’s how Lee ends up on the hangar deck obscured by the crowd. Because he has to make sure she gets back.

And she does.

*** *** ***

Raptor
Kara Thrace is big. Her actions, her voice. The way she fights. The way the she comes back to Caprica to rescue him.

All the way back to the Galactica, she talks about the vastness of space. It lulls him, the laughter and the wild hand motions.

Then as Sam Anders steps off the raptor, struck by the hugeness of the hangar, everything shifts. Kara moves slowly to a man almost no larger then her and tucks into his arms. Suddenly she’s small, intimate in a way he didn’t know he was missing. He should have known she was covering.

*** *** ***

Kiss
She doesn’t kiss him just yet, because she doesn’t want to just kiss him. Instead, Kara pulls Lee into first almost private space she finds and shoves him against the wall even if they’re only talking.

“Thank you,” she says. “If I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t know…”

“Know what? What are you talking about?” Lee’s face is a mix of puzzlement and shock, making her giggle. “Kara?”

“I wouldn’t know I want this.” She waves her hand between them and grins.

“I have a girlfriend. I can’t.”

“Yeah. You can,” Kara winks and spins away because Lee will definitely follow.

*** *** ***

Zak
It’s late by the time Lee makes it back to his quarters. He’s been dogged by memories all day of his mother and Zak, friends from the Atlantia and the Academy. The whole business of settling New Caprica is throwing him. It’s too easy. Something’s not right. He nods to the marine guard and pushes through the hatch.

Then he sees Kara asleep in his rack. Maybe not being on the run is better. As Lee crawl in to join her, Kara rolls over, snuggling against him warm, cozy. Definitely better. He kisses the top of her head and smiles.

Edited Date: 2011-12-11 12:54 am (UTC)

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Bright, Shiny Future, viper, PG

On New Caprica, Kara Thrace is Sam Anders' wife. She's not Starbuck, hasn't been for a while. They say New Caprica's a chance to start a new life, that bright, shiny future she and Lee debated when Scar was around. Now, it seems Sam and Kara are trying to make one for themselves.

Not even Sam knows she's planetside because she's trying to put as much distance between her and Lee Adama as possible.

At night, Kara dreams of vipers flying through space, twisting, twirling, racing. Lee's always on her six.

She doesn't want to think about what that means.

***

Drown, ambrosia, PG-13

After Lee'd landed his bird, he'd kept control, deciding where to go from there. He knew he couldn't go to his quarters, as Dee would be there, and he couldn't face her now. Not after what happened.

Once he'd hidden himself away in his office, the grief overwhelmed him. His body was wracked with shudders, and the enormity of the pain was like nothing he'd ever experienced, not even when Zak died. Hands shaking, he reached for a bottle of ambrosia, and drank.

The ambrosia burned on the way down, but did nothing to make him forget.

Kara was gone.

***

Mr. President, President Adama, PG

"So, what should I call you now? Mr. President?" Kara asked, eyes bright with amusement. A smirk appeared on her face, and Lee felt dread wash over him.

"Leland?"

Lee rolled his eyes, elbowing her. "I'll have you know..." His words trailed off at the sight of Kara doubled over, laughing. His own face broke into a grin.

Kara swiped at her eyes, "But really... Leland?"

"It's a good name!" Kara arched an eyebrow in response.

"You're never going to let go of this, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

He didn't mind, not really, as long as she smiled like that.

***

Loss, dog tags, PG

At some point, Lee noticed that Kara came back from Caprica one dog tag short. He couldn't pinpoint when he'd started, but after that it was the first thing he saw. He was tempted to ask her. He knew he wouldn't get an answer, so he didn't question her.

When he heard about Anders, the missing dog tag held more meaning. He'd tried to tell her he loved her, but she'd laughed it off. Apparently she'd given her heart to a pyramid player on a nuclear wasteland. He'd lost her.

Then again, maybe he hadn't had her to begin with.

***

Separation, cell, PG

The first time they were in Galactica's brig, she'd assaulted a superior officer, or asshole, as Kara said. They hadn't seen each other for two years. They'd bantered like they used to, albeit more strained. When conversation turned toward Adama, the familiar anger bubbled up. He walked out with Kara looking like she wanted to punch him too.

Now, they're back in the brig, about to go their separate ways. This time, the feeling is of sadness, not anger. He doesn't know how he'll leave her when he'd just got her back. So he turns back, kisses her.

He stays.

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So great. I love the second one. And last one is both sad and funny. *happy sigh*

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All beautiful, but the last in particular is just lovely. :)

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These were all amazing, but I especially love secretly married pilots and how Kara's the one who remembers that it's their anniversary.

Nice job!

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I love the story you told here-- how Kara didn't acknowledge what she wanted until she went on that rescue mission, and where the two of them are now. So much could have gone better if pilots had just acted.

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These are all really wonderful but Raptor just got to me. I just felt her worry right along with her. Kiss was also great. That's such a great hug.

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Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed all of them-- it was fun writing them!

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onlyariana.livejournal.com

I love them all stringing together. Sometimes 100 words just leaves me wanting more. This is a nice way to do both at the same time. I think Kiss was my favorite. Her confidence that he's in this too is beautiful.

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*wibble* I wanted them to have a moment of grieving together without taking pain out on each other.

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Seekritly married pilots used to be a big thing. I haven't seen it lately, but wanted to pay homage to it.

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I was just talking with

nicole_anell about how Kara and Lee's one sex scene is so badly filmed but the beauty of their amazing hugs and kisses almost makes up for it.

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Oh, thank you.

(I've actually had the picture of the third drabble in my head for a long time and ran with it.)

Edited Date: 2011-12-11 01:31 am (UTC)

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Actually I love telling a story in just 100 words, such a great challenge, but I feel weird writing a bunch of disconected pieces in a group.

Glad you liked them. :D

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I love Kiss... but the first one and the last one seem to be the same.

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Ack! How did I manage that. I will post it separately after I rewrite. *bangs head against the wall*

Edited Date: 2011-12-11 01:53 am (UTC)

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Ambrosia
Kara lets the ambrosia burn down her throat, the tears trail down her cheeks. She knows Lee is standing the door way watching her watch the film of the viper explode again and again. It’s beautiful and comforting, death. Calm and cold. Nothing.

When next she looks over, Lee’s sitting next to her. Even in the flicker of the film’s light, she can see the red mark she put across his cheek. Reaching out his hand, she lets Lee take the bottle, lead her back to the bunk room, kiss her forehead after tucking her in.

Gods, she loves him.

Read the intended order here (http://kdbleu.livejournal.com/20188.html)

Edited Date: 2011-12-11 02:05 am (UTC)

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Also thank you. ;)

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Gah. Dream is just so angsty and sad. Talk, Kara. PLEASE! *cries*

I love all of them, bb. <3<3

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