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ficlet: BSG, Helo, Hera, post-Daybreak
Happy Birthday, Sbabe.
(fluffy fluff is fluffy)
Karl Agathon woke to the sound of his daughter giggling. Rolling up into a sitting position, he peered into the dim light of their hut, trying to find her. When that failed, he got up and headed for the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
There was no spark of terror at the lack of Hera. That was taking getting used to, but after a year, he was sort of enjoying it.
"Hera?" He called softly, trying not to wake Sharon.
His daughter was chasing an invisible something around and around in a circle in front of their hut. She paused when he spoke, looking towards him and waving before returning to her pursuit, still giggling.
If Karl squinted, he could see nothing. He rubbed his eyes again, wondering if it were a butterfly or something similar. Hera had a fascination with them which sometimes worried him. After she'd brought four home, he'd had to tell her to stop. They couldn't have butterflies constantly in and out of their hut, and dead ones weren't as pretty.
Something smacked into his chest, spraying him with water.
"The frak?" he sputtered, eyes wide as he tried to find the source. Hera was clapping and giggling, dancing in a circle, her hands in the air.
Swiping his hands down his chest, Karl found a piece of rubber that looked suspiciously like a balloon. But who the hell would have water balloons on Earth of all places? He shook his head, "Hera, this isn't funny. Come back inside."
"Funny!" Was Hera's objection, though she danced over to him and leaned into his hip, her head turned up as she smiled at him.
Kid was getting taller every day, it seemed like. Sharon sometimes joked that she'd grow tall enough to surpass both of them. Karl ruffled her hair and sighed, "Where'd you get the water balloon, Hera?"
Shaking her head, Hera grinned and looked back out into the clearing, pointing with one hand at nothing.
Karl started to say something else and then paused. Just for an instant, he could swear he saw Kara Thrace standing there, laughing at him, water balloon in her hand as though just waiting for him to turn his back.
Then she was gone, and Karl glanced up at the sunlight, almost reflexively.
"Not funny, Starbuck."
It wasn't her. Kara was dead and gone. But maybe Hera was learning to project. Sharon had told him about projection once. He wasn't sure he'd ever want to try it, but Hera was young enough to enjoy the fiction. Absently, he fiddled with the piece of rubber, then dropped it.
"C'mon, let's wake up your mom, ok?"
"'K."
Hera was giggling before she pounced on Sharon, tickling her. Karl grinned as he watched them, Sharon so gentle with her daughter, her eyes filled with happiness, despite the primitive conditions they lived in. Maybe someday they'd regret it. But for now, the simple things in life wre more than enough.
(fluffy fluff is fluffy)
Karl Agathon woke to the sound of his daughter giggling. Rolling up into a sitting position, he peered into the dim light of their hut, trying to find her. When that failed, he got up and headed for the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
There was no spark of terror at the lack of Hera. That was taking getting used to, but after a year, he was sort of enjoying it.
"Hera?" He called softly, trying not to wake Sharon.
His daughter was chasing an invisible something around and around in a circle in front of their hut. She paused when he spoke, looking towards him and waving before returning to her pursuit, still giggling.
If Karl squinted, he could see nothing. He rubbed his eyes again, wondering if it were a butterfly or something similar. Hera had a fascination with them which sometimes worried him. After she'd brought four home, he'd had to tell her to stop. They couldn't have butterflies constantly in and out of their hut, and dead ones weren't as pretty.
Something smacked into his chest, spraying him with water.
"The frak?" he sputtered, eyes wide as he tried to find the source. Hera was clapping and giggling, dancing in a circle, her hands in the air.
Swiping his hands down his chest, Karl found a piece of rubber that looked suspiciously like a balloon. But who the hell would have water balloons on Earth of all places? He shook his head, "Hera, this isn't funny. Come back inside."
"Funny!" Was Hera's objection, though she danced over to him and leaned into his hip, her head turned up as she smiled at him.
Kid was getting taller every day, it seemed like. Sharon sometimes joked that she'd grow tall enough to surpass both of them. Karl ruffled her hair and sighed, "Where'd you get the water balloon, Hera?"
Shaking her head, Hera grinned and looked back out into the clearing, pointing with one hand at nothing.
Karl started to say something else and then paused. Just for an instant, he could swear he saw Kara Thrace standing there, laughing at him, water balloon in her hand as though just waiting for him to turn his back.
Then she was gone, and Karl glanced up at the sunlight, almost reflexively.
"Not funny, Starbuck."
It wasn't her. Kara was dead and gone. But maybe Hera was learning to project. Sharon had told him about projection once. He wasn't sure he'd ever want to try it, but Hera was young enough to enjoy the fiction. Absently, he fiddled with the piece of rubber, then dropped it.
"C'mon, let's wake up your mom, ok?"
"'K."
Hera was giggling before she pounced on Sharon, tickling her. Karl grinned as he watched them, Sharon so gentle with her daughter, her eyes filled with happiness, despite the primitive conditions they lived in. Maybe someday they'd regret it. But for now, the simple things in life wre more than enough.
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