DPP: the end of the worlds?

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

Okay. leiascully and I were talking about this last night, and I thought it might spark some interesting discussion. All credit for this topic goes to her!

What would have happened to Kara and Lee if the Colonies had never been destroyed? If the worlds hadn't ended, would they have gravitated back to each other eventually, or would they have lived separate lives? What happens if Zak doesn't die in that accident? What happens if he does? Does Kara take the posting on Galactica? If so, when Galactica is decommissioned for real, where does Kara go? What about Lee? Does he leave the military? If so, what does he do?

I am interested in hearing all your thoughts! And by all means, continue the awesome discussion about Kara from yesterday.

I've had so much fun with y'all this week! Thanks for being so amazing! ♥

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[kag523.livejournal.com]

#5 Like this!

Lee leans in, brushing a strand of blonde hair back from Kara’s cheek, a smile touching the corner of his lips as he does. “What?” she asks, surprised again that after so many years, the mere closeness of him, the soft pads of his fingers against her cheekbone and the faint smell of sandalwood cologne are enough to make her knees shake. Lee laughs. “You’ve got paint on your nose.”

Kara frowns, and goes to pull away; a crimson blush rising in a wave up from the collar of her faded black, metal-band t-shirt up her throat to suffuse her face. For the first time (‘since the last time,’ Kara’s mind prompts) his hand threads its way into the back of her hair and he pulls her gently toward him, while his other arm wraps around her shoulders, pulling her into his space. She frowns at him for a moment, knowing that he knows what this will do to her, and how she’ll be feeling tomorrow morning. She will be a wreck in tomorrow’s studio. She doesn’t want to face twenty fresh-faced kids feeling like that.

“Don’t...” she warns, her eyes, golden-grey, suddenly wary. “You’re leaving again tomorrow, and I don’t think I can...” The last bit of her thought disappears unspoken, because after all these years, she isn’t sure what she means by that lament anymore. Zak’s ghost has been quiet for a long, long time. Lee’s laughter disappears as she says it, but his blue eyes are twinkling, making him look younger than his years or the ranking of “Admiral” would suggest.

“Sorry for teasing you, Kara...” Lee’s eyes are soft, but he doesn’t let go, though the hand in her hair slowly slides down to rest on the small of her back, holding her still; preventing her from running. Her breathing is growing faster; another effect of his presence. Lee’s smile grows wider, and Kara finds herself staring back at him with uncertainty, a wrinkle appearing between her brows. She recognizes something in the way he’s gazing at her; it’s the look of someone holding full colours.

Lee shakes his head finally, laying down his cards for her to see. “I didn’t want to tell you until it was official, but it looks like I’ll be teaching at the Academy next year.” She isn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t this. “Oh,” she says softly, feeling something foreign rising inside her like a bubble. Her legs suddenly feel like they are compensating for the uneasy vertigo of artificial gravity. ‘Hope,’ her mind offers helpfully, before it goes completely quiet. Lee is smiling again, and she knows, quite certainly, that this is the sign she’s been waiting for. The thing that would change everything else.

Leaving that statement hanging between them, Lee’s arms tighten, and he leans down, capturing her mouth with his own. With a sigh, Kara lets the final bit of doubt that she’s been clinging to for so long let go, wrapping her fingers into Lee’s shirt, holding him tight. As his tongue tastes her and she sighs, she realizes that for the first time, everything feels different. There is no reason “not to”, no reason to run away, and that, in its own way is completely terrifying. The kiss grows deeper, one of Lee’s hands winding back into her hair, the other sliding up under her shirt, starting the slow burn that she knows with be raging in a few minutes.

For a second his lips leave hers and he leans in to the side of her face, whispering, “love you,” before claiming her mouth once more. With that, the last of her thoughts disappear into a haze of colours; leaving her feeling like she’s flying.

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[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

*gulp* Ahem, I'll be in my rack...

Grown up pilots make me smile. 8'D

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[kag523.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Me too :>)

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[rdave1.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about, it fits damn it.:D

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[kag523.livejournal.com]

I mean literally I just couldn't write less, and so I kept discovering that I had to break up the entries. (It makes me feel obnoxiously wordy.)

Thanks though! :>)

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[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Word!

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[damao2010.livejournal.com]

So sweet!!! Loved it! It's such a shame they had to wait so long. It makes me want to cry. :( Better late than never, though. :P

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[kag523.livejournal.com]

Thanks! *hugs*