Word Count: 127
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica. You knew that. :)
Lee can tell when she walks into a room by the hum, like a neon sign. She's ablaze, barely contained, in each moment threatening to explode out of her glass bottle into a million shards of sharp words and fists and passion. She flickers on and off, bright and dark. Hot and cold. No in-between.
Sometimes he catches himself in a trance, watching her. And when he looks away, she leaves an after-image. It's like when he stares too long at a fluorescent light and then sees spots of green and purple.
Kara's image is green like her hazel eyes and purple like her bruises, but it doesn't fade nearly as fast.
And when Lee's quarters are silent, he can feel her hum ringing in his ears.
A/N- Because a flourescent light in my house was buzzing. :) Please drop me a review—concrit is always welcome!
