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ficlet: newBSG, prescience
ahahah. I kept trying to get this out of the notebook last night, but couldn't. This is my own personal version of the Dramatic and Painful bits of the Hallway Scene of Doom.
So. Spoilers and all, for, um. I don't know, the new episode that will be on tomorrow night?
Sam Anders knows the words are stupid, but he says them anyway. "If you're trying to prove you're not a Cylon, you're going about it the wrong way."
"Shut up," Kara hisses.
She looks a little lost, a little insane, and Sam's not entirely sure what's wrong with her. The explosion of violence frightens him, and he hates himself a little for feeling that fear for the woman who was his wife. The marines are quietly bleeding on the floor behind her. Sam can't even flinch about the one she shot after he took him down.
Jessup had been going to shoot Kara, and Sam couldn't let that happen. Not even if she turns the gun she has on him now. A part of him is definitely freaking out about this (not to mention that he's a Cylon, and if she is--but he's not going to let himself consider her an ally), but he's got it under control.
His hands are shaking, though.
Sam's knees hurt from where he landed on the steel deck during the fight. "Kara?" He wants to get up, take the gun from her and pull her into his arms--like he did after the algae planet.
But there's nothing lost and alone about her now--except for a flicker when she looks at him. "Sam--"
The flicker is gone, replaced by something he can't understand. So he tries to distract her, tries to get under that Starbuck veneer he knows so well, "If you're going to shoot me, just do it."
Her face twists, and she looks at the gun she's been pointing at him for ten seconds (ten hours, if his brain is asked), and her face twists, like she's unable to concentrate fully on any one thing. "Gods." The barrel of the gun drops.
It's almost like she's in pain. "Kara--"
"Shut up," she says, her voice sounding strained.
Gods. He's so frakking tired of this bullshit. "No."
"Sam--" the gun is back up, holding steady on him, but the look in her eyes isn't entirely there anymore. It's like she's looking inside of herself, or somewhere else. Her gaze flickers past him to something he can't see.
I'm a Cylon, Sam thinks at her, wondering if she can hear his thoughts. Then he wonders if maybe he's as insane as she is, even considering the idea. But there's something strange about the way she's acting, and he can't quite shake the feeling that he's missing a conversation he can't hear. "Do it."
"Shut up," she snaps again, then moves.
The butt of the pistol hurts when it slams into his neck and Sam crumples, his head ringing.
He thinks, while his vision greys, that he wanted her to shoot him. She'd said she would, after all, if she'd known he was a Cylon.
"Frak." Kara's hand brushes his neck, her fingers almost hot against his skin, while she searches for his pulse. When she finds it, she lets out a soft sigh.
Kara's close enough he can smell her skin, and Sam thinks that it's one of the best things he's ever smelled. Kara, alive. "Go," he croaks. He knows she's got somewhere to be, it's been there since she first lost it. He's just holding her back. He wonders if he always has been.
"Idiot," she whispers. Her lips brush his cheek and then she's gone.
He thinks, as her boots fade and the light goes out inside his head, that maybe he was right about that special frakkin' destiny of hers after all.
So. Spoilers and all, for, um. I don't know, the new episode that will be on tomorrow night?
Sam Anders knows the words are stupid, but he says them anyway. "If you're trying to prove you're not a Cylon, you're going about it the wrong way."
"Shut up," Kara hisses.
She looks a little lost, a little insane, and Sam's not entirely sure what's wrong with her. The explosion of violence frightens him, and he hates himself a little for feeling that fear for the woman who was his wife. The marines are quietly bleeding on the floor behind her. Sam can't even flinch about the one she shot after he took him down.
Jessup had been going to shoot Kara, and Sam couldn't let that happen. Not even if she turns the gun she has on him now. A part of him is definitely freaking out about this (not to mention that he's a Cylon, and if she is--but he's not going to let himself consider her an ally), but he's got it under control.
His hands are shaking, though.
Sam's knees hurt from where he landed on the steel deck during the fight. "Kara?" He wants to get up, take the gun from her and pull her into his arms--like he did after the algae planet.
But there's nothing lost and alone about her now--except for a flicker when she looks at him. "Sam--"
The flicker is gone, replaced by something he can't understand. So he tries to distract her, tries to get under that Starbuck veneer he knows so well, "If you're going to shoot me, just do it."
Her face twists, and she looks at the gun she's been pointing at him for ten seconds (ten hours, if his brain is asked), and her face twists, like she's unable to concentrate fully on any one thing. "Gods." The barrel of the gun drops.
It's almost like she's in pain. "Kara--"
"Shut up," she says, her voice sounding strained.
Gods. He's so frakking tired of this bullshit. "No."
"Sam--" the gun is back up, holding steady on him, but the look in her eyes isn't entirely there anymore. It's like she's looking inside of herself, or somewhere else. Her gaze flickers past him to something he can't see.
I'm a Cylon, Sam thinks at her, wondering if she can hear his thoughts. Then he wonders if maybe he's as insane as she is, even considering the idea. But there's something strange about the way she's acting, and he can't quite shake the feeling that he's missing a conversation he can't hear. "Do it."
"Shut up," she snaps again, then moves.
The butt of the pistol hurts when it slams into his neck and Sam crumples, his head ringing.
He thinks, while his vision greys, that he wanted her to shoot him. She'd said she would, after all, if she'd known he was a Cylon.
"Frak." Kara's hand brushes his neck, her fingers almost hot against his skin, while she searches for his pulse. When she finds it, she lets out a soft sigh.
Kara's close enough he can smell her skin, and Sam thinks that it's one of the best things he's ever smelled. Kara, alive. "Go," he croaks. He knows she's got somewhere to be, it's been there since she first lost it. He's just holding her back. He wonders if he always has been.
"Idiot," she whispers. Her lips brush his cheek and then she's gone.
He thinks, as her boots fade and the light goes out inside his head, that maybe he was right about that special frakkin' destiny of hers after all.
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Will try for more coherent feedback in a bit.
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Kara's close enough he can smell her skin, and Sam thinks that it's one of the best things he's ever smelled. Kara, alive. "Go," he croaks. He knows she's got somewhere to be, it's been there since she first lost it. He's just holding her back. He wonders if he always has been.
That?^^ Kills me. *iz ded*
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(I told you I wouldn't be able to stay offline for long)
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