hrm. this is shorter than I'd thought...

[lyssie]

Oh well. BSG ficlet. Kara gets... News, from Doc Cottle. For, y'know, Meyer, and me, and Kym.... PG13/whatever. Don't own 'em.


"You can't be serious."

Doctor Cottle shrugged and tapped his cigarette on his desk, the ashes falling to the floor. "I can, and I am, Lieutenant."

"This is..." Starbuck snorted, throwing a hand out. "This is frakking insane."

"No. It's life."

"Well, fine, then." Her palm flattened on the desk, and she looked him in the eye. "Get rid of it."

He studied her a moment, then took a drag on his cig, "Why?"

"I'm a combat pilot, Doc. I can't be out for however long--what, nine months?" She shook her head. "That's frakking stupid. And I can't do it."

He continued to study her, then nodded, once. "I'll schedule the procedure."

"Thanks, Doc." A half-smile. "Knew I could count on you."

His voice stopped her as she reached the door. "Have you any idea who the father is?"

"Does that matter?"

"No," he conceded.

"Then I'll expect to hear word on my appointment, Doc."

"Lieutenant."

"Yeah?"

"Take it easy until the procedure."

"Oh, you know me, Doc. I'm all about takin' it easy." The smile she shot him over her shoulder was brilliant.

"Yes," he said softly after she'd gone. "That's what I'm afraid of."