BSG Fic: Ritual

[Twisted Moon]

Ritual

 

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Word Count 433

 

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Lee lay beside her. He was beautiful but sometimes she could not bear to look at him. The hardship of the last few months had honed him. His body was hard, all softness gone, his face lined. The taste of his mouth still lingered on her lips and Kara smiled. In a short while she would get up and go out to once again patrol and keep the fleet safe, and Lee would go back to Colonial One.

 

These days instead of Cylons he fought different battles. She would watch him, dealing with Roslin, Zarek and the others, and wonder at how he did it.

 

The Gods act in strange ways. They are often callous and harsh. How Lee landed his Viper that day no-one knew. Maybe Zeus was watching over him or maybe it was simply luck. But, with the Gods there is always a price to pay, and Lee Adama would never fly a Viper again.

 

As they lifted his broken body from the wreckage, Kara had felt fear and the sharp terrible pain of rage and grief. It was Zak all over again. She ran from the hanger deck, desperate to get away. After she never went to see Lee in sick-bay. Bill Adama looked at her sadly, but did not press the matter.

 

So Kara buried herself in her role as CAG, and the Cylons kept attacking, and the politicians argued, and people died, and once on the Geminion Traveller twins were born, while Lee learned to walk again.

 

And then one night everything changed.

 

She was alone in the rec-room. She turned to see him watching her from the doorway. He leaned heavily on crutches and she was struck by how fragile he looked, and months of fear and pain came rushing back. But this time her resolve broke and she was crying. Lee said nothing, just touched her face, long fingers on her cheeks, brushed away her tears and he kissed her.

 

That first night they simply lay in each others arms, and she woke to find him staring at her, and she suddenly realised that this was all they could hope for. Brief moments captured out of mayhem, and maybe, just maybe, it was enough. So she kissed him.

 

And in the long nights that followed it became a ritual. After battle they would meet, and the touch, the taste and the feel of him would wash away the pain and the grief and the despair, for a brief short while, and in the morning they would both rise ready to face their enemies once again.

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