FIC TITLE: Maelstorm One-Shot Fill-Ins/Legacy of the Algae Planet
Work In Progress
Author- PTBvisiongrrl
Part- 1/5
Date- 3-12-07
Rating – R (MOSTLY FOR LANGUAGE AND TOPICAL ISSUES)
Pairings/Characters- Lee/Kara
Word Count- 669
Category- Short Story
Genre- Angst
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, All others please ask!
Warnings- Not really- just language…
Spoilers- THROUGH SEASON THREE
Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…
Summary- Why does Kara give up so easily?
Okay, I know I have two other BSG fics unfinished out there, but I couldn't help myself. I have had about ten story ideas in the past two days, and this one is something that I really felt that I needed to do.
I found Maelstorm to be a good and bad episode; I liked a great deal of what I saw, but I felt that there were quite a few missing scenes. So, I am going to try and fill in what I wanted to see/thought needed to happen.
Please fell free to comment and/or criticize.
Chapter One- Legacy of the Algae Planet
Kara wasn't sure exactly how it happened. The close call on the algae planet had changed the nature of their relationship, made them more desperate, if anything; the threat of loss strengthened their desire. One minute, Lee wouldn't cheat, and she wouldn't divorce. Suddenly, she was asking if he would leave Dee if she would leave Sam; they were frakking in a supply closet. Then-
Lee was with Dee, trying to save his marriage, and Kara was with Sam, trying to wipe the loss of Lee from her mind. She was no more sure how this had happened than the frakking. Lee's long looks across the bar told her all she needed to know, though. Straight as an arrow, by the book Lee was back; the angst and furor was over. He was not leaving Dee.
It didn't hurt quite as much as she thought that it would. In reality, it was not a surprise. Lee went for the stable, trustworthy wife instead of the fickle, screwed up lover. How could she blame him?
At least for that. She could still blame him for getting her pregnant.
Her suspicions about her condition were confirmed the minute Cottle entered her curtained cubicle, clipboard in hand. "You're a month along. You have one more until you can't fly anymore."
She nodded. "Can you delay reporting this until then?"
Cottle nodded as well. "I take it you want to tell the father first? Because it sure as hell isn't your husband, after his extended stay on an irradiated planet."
Kara was very glad that at least some information about her condition was confidential. If she didn't tell Lee that he was the father, Cottle couldn't, either. Small blessings. "No. I'm not telling him. I want to it taken care of."
Taken aback, Cottle drew in a smoky breath deeply, then released it. "Can't help you there, Thrace, orders of the president." He actually didn't sound very happy about it.
"I know, Doc. Wouldn't want you thrown into the brig." Kara scooted off the table. "I'll see you in a month."
Cottle let her go, as she knew he would. Having treated her injuries extensively, she was pretty sure he understood at least part of her reason for doing this. "No more than a month, Thrace. Or I will have to say something."
She looked over her shoulder. "I know, Doc." Then she left life station, heading directly to Dogsville to find a Sagitaron healer who could help her get rid of this baby. The Sagitarons, viewing medicine as evil, had more natural methods of dealing with sicknesses and such, and didn't see the law as something to uphold when it came to medicine. Before abortion was legal in the colonials, many a woman had gone for a short, sudden vacation to Sagitaron.
It was easy to find a healer, harder to find one who would do what she needed. This was going to take longer than she thought it would. The Prometheus was going to be her next stop, on her leave pass in three days. The hallucinations and dreams started that night.
Kara knew that the dreams and hallucinations were a result of the pregnancy, and that confirmation from Cottle today was only going to make it worse. The broken child she had been- that she did not want to have her child be- was haunting her. Kara knew that she was not mother material; knew that if she had a child, she would become her own mother, something Kara had sworn to herself would never happen.
There was nothing else to do, really. Lee was married, and this would upset the bright, shiny future that he had tried to make for himself. She would not allow that. She loved him too much. She had forced him away once, and become weak. She would not this time. He would never know. The abortion would be over with long before anyone would begin to suspect.
