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ficlet, free to a good home... (BSG, Kara and Leoben, post-Daybreak)
Slightly cleaned-up version from what was posted at Skiffy earlier.
The sunlight was fading into the distance, and Leoben was sitting on a rock, watching it go. Perhaps he was feeling wistful, perhaps he wasn't. Here on this new, green, Earth, he felt almost disconnected from the patterns that had driven him for so long.
Perhaps it had been finding Kara Thrace's body that had started them unraveling.
Sitting on a rock, feeling the warmth fade as the light slid away, he wondered where she was. His angel. A woman he had always seen more clearly than she'd wanted until in the end he'd seen nothing but her radiance.
The scrape of a boot didn't pull him from his contemplations, though he wasn't surprised when she dropped down next to him with a mutter he didn't quite catch.
"I suppose I should thank you." She eventually murmured, as though breaking the silence were something she hadn't been planning to do first.
He didn't answer for a moment. If he didn't speak and she didn't leave, perhaps it would not be just a dream.
"For your faith," she added before laughing, and it was an ugly little sound. "Unless you think running from an angel is a breach of that faith?"
"The patterns..." but there was no excuse, not really. No excuses and no apologies, either.
"Are bullshit."
He let that slide, because maybe she's right. In her own way, the patterns hadn't achieved what he'd thought they would, and they'd achieved too much for either of them to accept completely. Having her mock his faith was nothing new, and he wondered if she remembered the sneers and slurs from that apartment on New Caprica, a place he'd thought would start her on the correct journey.
A place he wondered if he should regret.
She shifted as though to speak again, but didn't say anything. As though her words would have been meaningless anyway.
The silence was almost too much. He was on Earth, with the entirety of the human and Cylon races spread thin and becoming something they never were, and God's promise was a lie. Of a sort.
"Is this goodbye?"
"Maybe."
His lips twisted, but he finally looked at Kara, taking in the calm in her expression, though her eyes are still Kara Thrace, still Starbuck and a lifetime of pain and destruction. "You gave us a good home."
"That's what angels are supposed to do," she replied before she pulled her knees up and turned her gaze out onto the final tips of the sunlight.
Leoben turned, too.
He could sit in silence far longer than she could, his patience having long ago been tested. And perhaps that was answer enough.
-f-
The sunlight was fading into the distance, and Leoben was sitting on a rock, watching it go. Perhaps he was feeling wistful, perhaps he wasn't. Here on this new, green, Earth, he felt almost disconnected from the patterns that had driven him for so long.
Perhaps it had been finding Kara Thrace's body that had started them unraveling.
Sitting on a rock, feeling the warmth fade as the light slid away, he wondered where she was. His angel. A woman he had always seen more clearly than she'd wanted until in the end he'd seen nothing but her radiance.
The scrape of a boot didn't pull him from his contemplations, though he wasn't surprised when she dropped down next to him with a mutter he didn't quite catch.
"I suppose I should thank you." She eventually murmured, as though breaking the silence were something she hadn't been planning to do first.
He didn't answer for a moment. If he didn't speak and she didn't leave, perhaps it would not be just a dream.
"For your faith," she added before laughing, and it was an ugly little sound. "Unless you think running from an angel is a breach of that faith?"
"The patterns..." but there was no excuse, not really. No excuses and no apologies, either.
"Are bullshit."
He let that slide, because maybe she's right. In her own way, the patterns hadn't achieved what he'd thought they would, and they'd achieved too much for either of them to accept completely. Having her mock his faith was nothing new, and he wondered if she remembered the sneers and slurs from that apartment on New Caprica, a place he'd thought would start her on the correct journey.
A place he wondered if he should regret.
She shifted as though to speak again, but didn't say anything. As though her words would have been meaningless anyway.
The silence was almost too much. He was on Earth, with the entirety of the human and Cylon races spread thin and becoming something they never were, and God's promise was a lie. Of a sort.
"Is this goodbye?"
"Maybe."
His lips twisted, but he finally looked at Kara, taking in the calm in her expression, though her eyes are still Kara Thrace, still Starbuck and a lifetime of pain and destruction. "You gave us a good home."
"That's what angels are supposed to do," she replied before she pulled her knees up and turned her gaze out onto the final tips of the sunlight.
Leoben turned, too.
He could sit in silence far longer than she could, his patience having long ago been tested. And perhaps that was answer enough.
-f-