Disclaimer: everything in Battlestar Galactica (re-imagined series) belongs to Ronald D. Moore, David Eick and the Sci Fi Channel, I'm just borrowing some of it. Not making any money. Don't sue.
Let Go
By chimรจre
The new Earth, under the awning
Fragments. Echos. Thoughts grown as hard to manage as breathing.
It's Colonial Day. Where else would I be? I'm a patriot.
The Fleet that arrives at Earth will not represent Colonial society at all. I am willing to fight for that society until my dying breath.
No. Not quite. Because this is not her dying breath - although a second ago she thought it might be -, and she has given up that fight.
Galactica, for the last time
It's strange. The Adama idealism is willing to let the Colonial civilization die, and she, ever the pragmatist, regrets it bitterly, even though she doesn't have the strength to express it.
She can almost understand Lee, as much as she has ever understood him. It's as though he is standing on a hill and looking farther than others can see. Humanity may owe him forever for his idea of starting over. That doesn't make the loss any less painful now.
But Bill? How can he give up most of what he remembers? The books? The flags? The model ships? The uniform? Galactica?
It's not a vending machine, Bill. You don't give up Galactica and get to keep me. You'll lose both of us, very soon. Don't you want to keep the Colonies?
Maybe not.
Maybe he wants to forget. Maybe he is just better at acceptance.
She knows what a fool she is being. Bill is terrible at accepting anything.
Maybe he doesn't want reminders of something that is already lost.
She insists on walking to the Raptor that takes her from the Galactica for the last time, but as she attempts to step into the fresh and sweet air of the blue-green planet, her legs give out beneath her.
As she is lifted up and carried to the new world, she tries, in the part of her brain that is not marveling at the blue sky, to accept the loss of her civilization. She doesn't have the time or the energy for anything other than acceptance. And at the very end, the remnants of the Colonies are not the most important thing, as they have been for four years. That is not what she will spend her last breath on.
The new Earth, Raptor
No more civilization to save, just people, and they have already been saved. No more books or teaching or politics or ceremonies or President or Admiral. Just sunlight and life all around her and Bill by her side.
It does feel lighter this way. In fact, she almost feels like she could fly. Or is she already flying?
Bill. The last she will let go of, reluctantly. I would stay if I could.
Life - breathing, flying, fluttering, wonderful life everywhere. Beautiful.