Scene in the Hangar Bay
"You gonna help or am I gonna be forced to hurl the CAG off my plane?" Lee/Kara, Battlestar Galactica
Summary: Lee, Kara, and a moment with Kara's Viper. Written for
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Kara sat on the wing of her Viper, swinging her uninjured leg back and forth over the edge. Her frakked up leg was propped up on the wing with her, the crutches lying on the ground below. She'd managed to hoist herself up and onto the wing with little difficulty; she'd always had killer upper body strength. How to get down was a different story, but she wasn't worried about that yet.
She didn't even turn her head when the hatch from B causeway creaked open and shut with a bang. She knew he would find her here. There were only so many places she could go on Galactica, after all. Rather than inviting claustrophobia, that thought was downright comforting after the sprawling wasteland of Caprica.
Lee raised his hand in greeting as he neared the Viper. "Permission to come aboard, Lieutenant."
She patted the wing of the Viper and gave him a quick nod of the head. "Permission granted." She watched as he climbed the steps and hoisted himself onto the wing, climbing over her outstretched leg to the other side. He settled in next to her, his back leaning against the canopy, and mimicked her posture – one leg outstretched on the wing, the other dangling over the edge.
"Doc Cottle says you frakked this up again," Lee said, tapping her leg lightly.
Kara quirked an eyebrow. "Among other things. Caprica's a lot rougher than we left it."
"So I've heard," Lee said, and they both sat in silence for a moment, thinking of Helo wandering the Galactica corridors day and night, barely speaking to anyone.
Kara said quietly, "When I got to Caprica, the first thing I said was, 'I'm home.' But it wasn't true. That's not home, not anymore, and I'm not sure it was even before the Cylons got there. This is where I belong, here with the rest of the crew." With you, she refused to say. "This hunk of junk is all I know of home, really." She looked down at her leg. Lee's hand still rested lightly on it, his fingers skimming lazy circles around her knee. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the tiny, feather-light shivers reaching up her leg. He noticed her looking and quickly retracted his hand as if he'd been burned, clearing his throat and looking in the opposite direction. Stamping out the feeling of emptiness that had cropped up in the pit of her stomach, she turned to face him and said briskly, "so, how's Adama?"
"He's been really disoriented since he woke up, hasn't said much of anything. But today I was sitting there, reading over the flight schedules, and he says, 'Captain, isn't there a pair of handcuffs with your name on them?'" Lee chuckled, shook his head. "Just that. Then he slipped back to sleep."
"Same old Commander," Kara said, rolling her eyes. "A simple 'I love you, son' just won't cut it."
"He may not have said it in so many words, but it was there. You know."
Kara. You did good. Real good.
"I do," she said, ignoring the lump in her throat. "I just wish I could have…"
"Could have what? You couldn't have stopped Boomer – whatever that thing is – any more than the rest of us could. None of us saw it coming—"
"I was furious with him," she interrupted. "The last words I said to him were in anger."
"I don't want to get in between you and my father, but I will say this – you did what you thought was right. What needed to be done. I get that, and so will he."
"If there is a chance, I mean, even the tiniest possibility that Earth exists, and that we can get there…" Kara trailed off.
He leaned into her slightly, bumping his shoulder against hers. "I know." She leaned back against him, loving the solidity, the warmth of his arm pressed against hers, the comfort in it. There were things she needed to say, apologies to make, but they could wait.
"I have CAP in six hours, Starbuck," Lee said suddenly, standing up on the wing. "Rack. Now."
"Um, well," Kara stuttered, remembering her predicament. "I might need your help getting down."
"Ouch. That one cost you," Lee said, looking down at her and grinning from ear to ear.
"You gonna help or am I gonna be forced to hurl the CAG off my plane?"
"Promises, promises," he chided before stepping over her and gracefully lowering himself down onto the steps. "Let's go." He lifted his hand up to her and she grasped it, letting herself slide off the wing. His arm came around her waist as her good foot touched the steps. She laid her hand on his shoulder for support.
"I don’t know if I said it before, but…glad to have you back, lieutenant." She smiled at "lieutenant," because things weren't the same as they were two weeks ago, and his voice had lost its edge; she knew as he helped her to where her crutches lay that she'd rather hear Lee Adama call her "Lieutenant Thrace" than hear anyone else call her beautiful.
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