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...fic excerpt: BSG, season 3 speculation.
HUGE SPOILERS.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, PEOPLE. When there are SPOILERY pictures and, um, yes.
I'll put description of this BELOW the cut. You can still click away if you don't want to read it. (BECAUSE IT IS SPOILERY)
Pairing: Kara/Anders, sorta.
Spoiler: CROUTON.
Notes: Part of something that is larger, that is speculation for the aftermath of everyone returning to the Fleet and running again from the Cylons. Er, mostly focused on Kara and Sam and the Crouton.
(I can't believe they named her Kacey)
Rating: T for Terrible, C for Cute.
"Hey."
"'Ey." Kacey held up her arms.
Sam leaned down and scooped her up, settling into the uncomfortable chair he'd been gifted with in his 'office'. He cuddled her against him, again feeling the strange protective urge for this child who wasn't even his. "What's up?"
"Nothin'."
It was something, or Kacey wouldn't have her face buried in his shoulder. Her mother did it, too. "Uh-huh." He gently patted her back, wondering where the hell all of this scary parenting instinct was coming from (maybe his mother had been right--if he'd found a nice girl and settled down...).
"Mama," the little girl sniffled, "Mama says I should'a been put out an airlock."
As always, he was startled by the kid's ability to understand shit. Not happy about it, but startled. He chalked it down to her cylon genes, or something. "Did she say that to you?" He was flailing, a little, wondering how the hell to avert this crisis. And wishing it were Kara who was dealing with this, and not him. Kara was her mother, she'd know what to say (all evidence to the contrary, Sam had a firm belief in this fact).
Kacey shook her head and snuffled.
"She was talking to someone else, hrm?"
"Racetrack."
Ah. He sighed and cuddled her a little closer, "Well, she didn't mean it. Not about you."
"Yes she did."
"No. Your mama loves you, or you wouldn't be here, Kacey." And neither would he. "Racetrack's just difficult. She doesn't understand that some cylons aren't here to kill us."
The little girl pulled back and stared at him from tear-soaked hazel eyes, "Am I here to kill everyone?"
"No," he said firmly. "You're here to be loved and grow up to be anything you want."
"Wanna be pilot," Kacey announced, then went back to curling against his chest.
"Like your mama?"
"Yes."
He chuckled, "I think you'll make her proud."
They were both silent for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Sam pondered the ramifications of a second Starbuck, and wondered if anyone in the galaxy would be safe. Abruptly, he shifted her, tucking her under his chin. "Hey, you know I love you, too, right?"
"Uh-huh." The sound was muffled and sleepy.
"Good." Sam moved a little in the chair, wishing it was more comfortable. He leaned back as well as he could, with Kacey cuddled against his chest and closed his eyes.
It was impossible to tell which of them fell asleep first.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, PEOPLE. When there are SPOILERY pictures and, um, yes.
I'll put description of this BELOW the cut. You can still click away if you don't want to read it. (BECAUSE IT IS SPOILERY)
Pairing: Kara/Anders, sorta.
Spoiler: CROUTON.
Notes: Part of something that is larger, that is speculation for the aftermath of everyone returning to the Fleet and running again from the Cylons. Er, mostly focused on Kara and Sam and the Crouton.
(I can't believe they named her Kacey)
Rating: T for Terrible, C for Cute.
"Hey."
"'Ey." Kacey held up her arms.
Sam leaned down and scooped her up, settling into the uncomfortable chair he'd been gifted with in his 'office'. He cuddled her against him, again feeling the strange protective urge for this child who wasn't even his. "What's up?"
"Nothin'."
It was something, or Kacey wouldn't have her face buried in his shoulder. Her mother did it, too. "Uh-huh." He gently patted her back, wondering where the hell all of this scary parenting instinct was coming from (maybe his mother had been right--if he'd found a nice girl and settled down...).
"Mama," the little girl sniffled, "Mama says I should'a been put out an airlock."
As always, he was startled by the kid's ability to understand shit. Not happy about it, but startled. He chalked it down to her cylon genes, or something. "Did she say that to you?" He was flailing, a little, wondering how the hell to avert this crisis. And wishing it were Kara who was dealing with this, and not him. Kara was her mother, she'd know what to say (all evidence to the contrary, Sam had a firm belief in this fact).
Kacey shook her head and snuffled.
"She was talking to someone else, hrm?"
"Racetrack."
Ah. He sighed and cuddled her a little closer, "Well, she didn't mean it. Not about you."
"Yes she did."
"No. Your mama loves you, or you wouldn't be here, Kacey." And neither would he. "Racetrack's just difficult. She doesn't understand that some cylons aren't here to kill us."
The little girl pulled back and stared at him from tear-soaked hazel eyes, "Am I here to kill everyone?"
"No," he said firmly. "You're here to be loved and grow up to be anything you want."
"Wanna be pilot," Kacey announced, then went back to curling against his chest.
"Like your mama?"
"Yes."
He chuckled, "I think you'll make her proud."
They were both silent for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Sam pondered the ramifications of a second Starbuck, and wondered if anyone in the galaxy would be safe. Abruptly, he shifted her, tucking her under his chin. "Hey, you know I love you, too, right?"
"Uh-huh." The sound was muffled and sleepy.
"Good." Sam moved a little in the chair, wishing it was more comfortable. He leaned back as well as he could, with Kacey cuddled against his chest and closed his eyes.
It was impossible to tell which of them fell asleep first.