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fic: BSG, Some Collision Between Ordinary and Imaginary Lines, Starbuck/Racetrack
disclaimer: not mine
rating: er. R? there is violence, language, and non-explicit sex.
characters: Kara Thrace, Margaret Edmunson; pairing: Kara/Maggie
genre: femslash, post-finale, AU
length: 1700
spoilers: Everything.
notes: I can't explain how I got inspired to write this. Although partially, I'm not actually certain. title from Something for Kate's 'Song for a Sleepwalker'
Some Collision Between Ordinary and Imaginary Lines
by ALC Punk!
It was the end for her. Kara closed her eyes, trying to store up the feeling of the sunlight and the breeze, almost content. Lee would explore, and she would go to where Sam was waiting. A smile played over her lips.
Everything shifted, and someone plowed into her, they fell in a tangle of limbs and curses.
Kara identified Racetrack as she wrenched herself free, feeling dirt under her hands and the weight of a pack on her back, making her feel awkward for a moment. "What the frak?"
"You're dead--"
"So're you--"
They both fell silent, surprise and distrust making them look at their surroundings. Kara scrambled away from the edge of the cliff she was near while 'Track seemed to take in the greenery as though it was an enemy to be shot. They should have been dead, gone to the afterlife. But they weren't, and they were stuck on a mountain. Kara got to her feet and stared around at the landscape below the cliff. A river flashed light back up at her as though it were saying hello. She ran a hand over her face before looking at Maggie again, "This is stupid."
"No frakking shit." Maggie shoved past her, continuing up the non-existent path.
"Well, frak." They were the only two people wherever they were. Splitting up was stupid, at least until they figured out what the frak was going on. Kara cast one last look over the edge of the cliff and then stalked up the trail after Racetrack.
-=-
The first night, Kara saw no point in trying to converse, and 'Track seemed to be in agreement. They managed a small fire and something vaguely resembling food before going to sleep in their scant bed rolls.
With the quiet and the emptiness, there was really no point in even trying to set a watch. The bugs that might be in the grass weren't Cylons, either.
Kara spent most of the night staring up at the stars and cursing the rocks under her ass.
-=-
Most of the next day was spent following a ridge as it climbed higher. Kara tried to start two conversations, then gave up when Maggie suggested she jump off the next cliff they came across.
It wasn't that Maggie was angry at her--hell, Kara had more reason to be angry, since Maggie had joined the mutiny. Maggie just seemed to be pissed off at everything, and part of the evening was spent with her throwing rocks off the ledge they were camping on, shouting curses up into the sky until Kara finally told her to knock it the frak off.
Getting into a fist-fight was at least familiar, and Kara slammed her elbow into Maggie's jaw with a rather satisfying feeling in her gut.
They turned in, hungry and bruised.
-=-
"I think you broke my nose," Racetrack informed her over the rather tasteless oatmeal they were eating for breakfast.
Not wanting to think about her bruised ribs and scraped knuckles, Kara glowered and snapped back, "And whose frakking fault is that?"
"Frak you."
Ignoring her, Kara turned to look at the sun and then the ridge they'd been following. It was beginning to curve south and climb, "I figure we'll make it to about that spine tonight." She gestured with her spoon, wishing she could toss the oatmeal, but knowing it would keep her moving all day.
"Maybe I'll go the other way, or just stay here."
"Suit yourself."
The silence covered them again, and Kara finished her oatmeal, choking down the last mouthfulls with water and the thought that at least it wasn't algae.
She shouldered her pack after rinsing the bowl out in the tiny stream running at the back of the ledge. Maggie rinsed hers a moment after, then joined her as Kara started walking towards the spine she'd seen.
The look on Racetrack's face when Kara glanced at her suggested that Kara should keep her frakking words to herself. So she did.
-=-
It was the bear that broke the silent streak. Two days of grunts and bare mono-syllables, and the gigantic roaring menace had both of them swearing and cursing. Kara had no idea what the best defense against a bear was, but she was running, and that didn't seem to be helping.
She began to distance Racetrack, so she slowed, watching for anything to keep the bear from catching them.
There was a break in the ridge and Kara gave the gap a glance and sped up, leaping for the other side with a desperation that had her laughing giddily as she tumbled to the ground on the other side. She rolled and shouted back at Maggie, who'd stopped, eyes wide with horror.
"Jump!"
Racetrack opened her mouth to say something, shot a glance over her shoulder and then obeyed, backing slightly before running and jumping over the gap.
She was going to fall short, and Kara moved, flattening herself on the path and sticking her hands out, one grabbing Maggie's as she flashed past. "Hang on!"
The flurry of curses told her that Maggie thought her words were a stupid suggestion. Between them, they got her up and on the path, both collapsing into a heap and panting.
Across from them, the bear had stopped, roaring and growling, but apparently deciding they weren't worth the trouble as it roared one last time, then turned and loped back the way it had come.
Kara laughed and shook a fist at it before resting her head in the dirt and staring up at the sky. "Frak, it's beautiful up here."
"Shut up," Maggie suggested, climbing over Kara and standing. She walked off without waiting for Kara to get to her feet.
-=-
Camp that night was a little less hostile, as though Maggie were becoming resigned to needing Kara as much as Kara had already reached that stage in their relationship.
-=-
Two nights later, they actually had something approaching a real conversation.
"Why the frak are you so pissed at me?"
Maggie laughed, "Got lots of reasons: you died and came back, your husband's a frakking toaster, you shot Skulls--"
"Not to kill."
"You keep telling yourself that."
The words were uncomfortable, and Kara thought about them long after the moon had left the night sky something dark and unfathomable. She could see no recognizable constellations, and she wondered how that would work out for this new planet, this Earth.
Maybe it was something she'd find out one day.
-=-
Racetrack's anger boiled over the next night, when Kara burned their scant dinner. Rations were getting low, and they'd started experimenting with the local flora.
It should have been another fist-fight, and that was how it started. But Kara dodged Maggie's second punch and shoved her down, kissing her in an effort to break their ridiculous stalemate. It would have worked if Maggie hadn't kissed her back, nails digging into her shoulders through her shirts.
The frustration and anger turned into something else that stole their breath and left them half naked and pushing against each other.
Maggie got the upper hand, rolling Kara onto her back and rocking, grinding her hips down against Kara's fingers.
Staring up, Kara drank in the sight of Maggie's skin glowing in the moonlight as she rode herself into a climax that had her shouting at the sky.
It wasn't hard to finish herself after that little display, especially not with Maggie's hand creeping down to help while her mouth sucked at Kara's neck, leaving dark bruises that would last for weeks.
-=-
They went back to not talking, and tried not to even touch for the next week, although Racetrack sometimes stared at the marks on Kara's neck, and Kara spent far too much time thinking about Maggie's skin in the moonlight.
-=-
It was Maggie who finally broke the ice, throwing mocking words across the campfire. "Good to see Anders didn't totally turn you to the straight and narrow, Starbuck."
Having finished with the dishes, Kara rolled her eyes, "Frak you."
"Did that."
"Yeah. You seem to want to forget it--"
"Nah. That's more your style," Maggie suggested, making her way to Kara's side of the fire, and getting into her personal space again. "How many people'd you tell 'it didn't happen' to, Starbuck?"
Too many. Kara grabbed at Maggie, certain she would shove her away. Instead she shifted up onto her knees and kissed her. Kara made an approving little noise, and leaned into the kiss.
It was different, careful, as though both were apologizing for sins they'd committed elsewhere. Maggie's mouth was hot as it drifted over Kara's breasts, Kara's fingers were cold stroking Maggie's back. They ended in a tangle, legs and arms almost sending them into the fire before Kara compensated and sent them the other direction.
-=-
The next month was spent surviving, discovering what they could eat and what they couldn't (three days were spent holed up in a cave while Kara was sicker than she'd been in a long time. Maggie spent most of it complaining and scouting out the next section of their path), having sex when they got too annoyed with each other (or too depressed at the lack of contact with anyone else). They both grew leaner, more used to hiking. Walking sticks and near-empty packs were the only thing they had to show for it all as they finally reached the summit of the mountain range they'd been climbing.
Kara stood there, trying to breathe the thin air, and almost giggling at how cold it was, the frost crunching under their feet as Maggie grabbed her and dragged them both down to a more reasonable altitude.
When she could breathe again, Kara turned to her. "We're dead, you know."
"Dead?"
Kara shrugged and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Dead, Racetrack. I died on Earth. My viper crashed into the ground and that was it for me. I burned my own body"
A laugh escaped Racetrack, "No frakkin' way."
"Yup."
"How the frak am I dead, then?"
Sober, Kara looked up at the setting sun, "You didn't survive the assault on the colony. Helo told me you and Skulls took a direct hit on the way in. You did manage a last punch, though."
"I don't have to listen to this."
"No, you don't."
Maggie stomped away, then returned a few minutes later, "If I'm dead, why am I here?"
"For the same reason I am: you had unfinished business."
"Frak, you sound like a frakking oracle, Starbuck. Stop it."
That was almost an insult. Kara glanced at her, then laughed softly, "I'm sorry, Racetrack. I don't know why I got stuck here with you. I guess..."
"What?"
"It could have been worse. You could have gotten the ghost of Tom Zarek to enlighten you."
Maggie snorted and bumped her shoulder with a fist, "You didn't enlighten me, Starbuck. If anything, I made you smarter."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They were both silent as the sun fell below the horizon, then Maggie shivered, "What happens next?"
"I don't know."
"Will I see you again?"
Kara turned and caught Maggie's chin in her hand, kissing her passionately. The sensation faded after a moment, and Maggie was simply gone.
"Dammit."
Kicking at the frost-covered ground didn't bring her back and Kara slumped, drawing her knees up and settling her head on them. She would have to set up camp, soon. Not that she was either tired or hungry anymore.
-=-
When the sunlight kissed the mountain peaks in molten gold and orange, there was nothing left but scuff marks in the snow, though the place did gain a reputation for mysticism over the next hundred-fifty centuries.
-f-
rating: er. R? there is violence, language, and non-explicit sex.
characters: Kara Thrace, Margaret Edmunson; pairing: Kara/Maggie
genre: femslash, post-finale, AU
length: 1700
spoilers: Everything.
notes: I can't explain how I got inspired to write this. Although partially, I'm not actually certain. title from Something for Kate's 'Song for a Sleepwalker'
Some Collision Between Ordinary and Imaginary Lines
by ALC Punk!
It was the end for her. Kara closed her eyes, trying to store up the feeling of the sunlight and the breeze, almost content. Lee would explore, and she would go to where Sam was waiting. A smile played over her lips.
Everything shifted, and someone plowed into her, they fell in a tangle of limbs and curses.
Kara identified Racetrack as she wrenched herself free, feeling dirt under her hands and the weight of a pack on her back, making her feel awkward for a moment. "What the frak?"
"You're dead--"
"So're you--"
They both fell silent, surprise and distrust making them look at their surroundings. Kara scrambled away from the edge of the cliff she was near while 'Track seemed to take in the greenery as though it was an enemy to be shot. They should have been dead, gone to the afterlife. But they weren't, and they were stuck on a mountain. Kara got to her feet and stared around at the landscape below the cliff. A river flashed light back up at her as though it were saying hello. She ran a hand over her face before looking at Maggie again, "This is stupid."
"No frakking shit." Maggie shoved past her, continuing up the non-existent path.
"Well, frak." They were the only two people wherever they were. Splitting up was stupid, at least until they figured out what the frak was going on. Kara cast one last look over the edge of the cliff and then stalked up the trail after Racetrack.
-=-
The first night, Kara saw no point in trying to converse, and 'Track seemed to be in agreement. They managed a small fire and something vaguely resembling food before going to sleep in their scant bed rolls.
With the quiet and the emptiness, there was really no point in even trying to set a watch. The bugs that might be in the grass weren't Cylons, either.
Kara spent most of the night staring up at the stars and cursing the rocks under her ass.
-=-
Most of the next day was spent following a ridge as it climbed higher. Kara tried to start two conversations, then gave up when Maggie suggested she jump off the next cliff they came across.
It wasn't that Maggie was angry at her--hell, Kara had more reason to be angry, since Maggie had joined the mutiny. Maggie just seemed to be pissed off at everything, and part of the evening was spent with her throwing rocks off the ledge they were camping on, shouting curses up into the sky until Kara finally told her to knock it the frak off.
Getting into a fist-fight was at least familiar, and Kara slammed her elbow into Maggie's jaw with a rather satisfying feeling in her gut.
They turned in, hungry and bruised.
-=-
"I think you broke my nose," Racetrack informed her over the rather tasteless oatmeal they were eating for breakfast.
Not wanting to think about her bruised ribs and scraped knuckles, Kara glowered and snapped back, "And whose frakking fault is that?"
"Frak you."
Ignoring her, Kara turned to look at the sun and then the ridge they'd been following. It was beginning to curve south and climb, "I figure we'll make it to about that spine tonight." She gestured with her spoon, wishing she could toss the oatmeal, but knowing it would keep her moving all day.
"Maybe I'll go the other way, or just stay here."
"Suit yourself."
The silence covered them again, and Kara finished her oatmeal, choking down the last mouthfulls with water and the thought that at least it wasn't algae.
She shouldered her pack after rinsing the bowl out in the tiny stream running at the back of the ledge. Maggie rinsed hers a moment after, then joined her as Kara started walking towards the spine she'd seen.
The look on Racetrack's face when Kara glanced at her suggested that Kara should keep her frakking words to herself. So she did.
-=-
It was the bear that broke the silent streak. Two days of grunts and bare mono-syllables, and the gigantic roaring menace had both of them swearing and cursing. Kara had no idea what the best defense against a bear was, but she was running, and that didn't seem to be helping.
She began to distance Racetrack, so she slowed, watching for anything to keep the bear from catching them.
There was a break in the ridge and Kara gave the gap a glance and sped up, leaping for the other side with a desperation that had her laughing giddily as she tumbled to the ground on the other side. She rolled and shouted back at Maggie, who'd stopped, eyes wide with horror.
"Jump!"
Racetrack opened her mouth to say something, shot a glance over her shoulder and then obeyed, backing slightly before running and jumping over the gap.
She was going to fall short, and Kara moved, flattening herself on the path and sticking her hands out, one grabbing Maggie's as she flashed past. "Hang on!"
The flurry of curses told her that Maggie thought her words were a stupid suggestion. Between them, they got her up and on the path, both collapsing into a heap and panting.
Across from them, the bear had stopped, roaring and growling, but apparently deciding they weren't worth the trouble as it roared one last time, then turned and loped back the way it had come.
Kara laughed and shook a fist at it before resting her head in the dirt and staring up at the sky. "Frak, it's beautiful up here."
"Shut up," Maggie suggested, climbing over Kara and standing. She walked off without waiting for Kara to get to her feet.
-=-
Camp that night was a little less hostile, as though Maggie were becoming resigned to needing Kara as much as Kara had already reached that stage in their relationship.
-=-
Two nights later, they actually had something approaching a real conversation.
"Why the frak are you so pissed at me?"
Maggie laughed, "Got lots of reasons: you died and came back, your husband's a frakking toaster, you shot Skulls--"
"Not to kill."
"You keep telling yourself that."
The words were uncomfortable, and Kara thought about them long after the moon had left the night sky something dark and unfathomable. She could see no recognizable constellations, and she wondered how that would work out for this new planet, this Earth.
Maybe it was something she'd find out one day.
-=-
Racetrack's anger boiled over the next night, when Kara burned their scant dinner. Rations were getting low, and they'd started experimenting with the local flora.
It should have been another fist-fight, and that was how it started. But Kara dodged Maggie's second punch and shoved her down, kissing her in an effort to break their ridiculous stalemate. It would have worked if Maggie hadn't kissed her back, nails digging into her shoulders through her shirts.
The frustration and anger turned into something else that stole their breath and left them half naked and pushing against each other.
Maggie got the upper hand, rolling Kara onto her back and rocking, grinding her hips down against Kara's fingers.
Staring up, Kara drank in the sight of Maggie's skin glowing in the moonlight as she rode herself into a climax that had her shouting at the sky.
It wasn't hard to finish herself after that little display, especially not with Maggie's hand creeping down to help while her mouth sucked at Kara's neck, leaving dark bruises that would last for weeks.
-=-
They went back to not talking, and tried not to even touch for the next week, although Racetrack sometimes stared at the marks on Kara's neck, and Kara spent far too much time thinking about Maggie's skin in the moonlight.
-=-
It was Maggie who finally broke the ice, throwing mocking words across the campfire. "Good to see Anders didn't totally turn you to the straight and narrow, Starbuck."
Having finished with the dishes, Kara rolled her eyes, "Frak you."
"Did that."
"Yeah. You seem to want to forget it--"
"Nah. That's more your style," Maggie suggested, making her way to Kara's side of the fire, and getting into her personal space again. "How many people'd you tell 'it didn't happen' to, Starbuck?"
Too many. Kara grabbed at Maggie, certain she would shove her away. Instead she shifted up onto her knees and kissed her. Kara made an approving little noise, and leaned into the kiss.
It was different, careful, as though both were apologizing for sins they'd committed elsewhere. Maggie's mouth was hot as it drifted over Kara's breasts, Kara's fingers were cold stroking Maggie's back. They ended in a tangle, legs and arms almost sending them into the fire before Kara compensated and sent them the other direction.
-=-
The next month was spent surviving, discovering what they could eat and what they couldn't (three days were spent holed up in a cave while Kara was sicker than she'd been in a long time. Maggie spent most of it complaining and scouting out the next section of their path), having sex when they got too annoyed with each other (or too depressed at the lack of contact with anyone else). They both grew leaner, more used to hiking. Walking sticks and near-empty packs were the only thing they had to show for it all as they finally reached the summit of the mountain range they'd been climbing.
Kara stood there, trying to breathe the thin air, and almost giggling at how cold it was, the frost crunching under their feet as Maggie grabbed her and dragged them both down to a more reasonable altitude.
When she could breathe again, Kara turned to her. "We're dead, you know."
"Dead?"
Kara shrugged and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Dead, Racetrack. I died on Earth. My viper crashed into the ground and that was it for me. I burned my own body"
A laugh escaped Racetrack, "No frakkin' way."
"Yup."
"How the frak am I dead, then?"
Sober, Kara looked up at the setting sun, "You didn't survive the assault on the colony. Helo told me you and Skulls took a direct hit on the way in. You did manage a last punch, though."
"I don't have to listen to this."
"No, you don't."
Maggie stomped away, then returned a few minutes later, "If I'm dead, why am I here?"
"For the same reason I am: you had unfinished business."
"Frak, you sound like a frakking oracle, Starbuck. Stop it."
That was almost an insult. Kara glanced at her, then laughed softly, "I'm sorry, Racetrack. I don't know why I got stuck here with you. I guess..."
"What?"
"It could have been worse. You could have gotten the ghost of Tom Zarek to enlighten you."
Maggie snorted and bumped her shoulder with a fist, "You didn't enlighten me, Starbuck. If anything, I made you smarter."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They were both silent as the sun fell below the horizon, then Maggie shivered, "What happens next?"
"I don't know."
"Will I see you again?"
Kara turned and caught Maggie's chin in her hand, kissing her passionately. The sensation faded after a moment, and Maggie was simply gone.
"Dammit."
Kicking at the frost-covered ground didn't bring her back and Kara slumped, drawing her knees up and settling her head on them. She would have to set up camp, soon. Not that she was either tired or hungry anymore.
-=-
When the sunlight kissed the mountain peaks in molten gold and orange, there was nothing left but scuff marks in the snow, though the place did gain a reputation for mysticism over the next hundred-fifty centuries.
-f-
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Thank you =)
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Will Kara being having hatesex with anyone soon?
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I don't know.
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Sam will be waiting for Kara on the other side, because he never could stay angry at anyone for long.
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I don't think he can be, no. And I choose to believe he is, if only because otherwise they're both going to have massively boring afterlives.
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