Title: Rebirth

Fandom/Genre/Pairing: Battlestar Galactica, Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, het

Rated: PG-13, definitely.

Disclaimer: do not own these kids, NBC Universal, Ronald D. Moore, Sci-Fi, etc, they all own them. I'm just a fan.

A/N: I have never written a BSG fic, let alone Kara/Sam fic but I needed to write something at 2 in the morning after seeing the finale. Damn those plot bunnies!

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It's so bright.

Each footstep she took closer to the light, it seemed to get brighter, almost glowing in her eyes. She blinked a little, her heart was pounding. But then, she had reached the end, and after that, she felt…nothing.

Her eyes opened immediately. It was blurry and then things began to take shape. A sink, there was a sink before her. It was metal and smooth; it looked like it was brand new. Then she noticed her surroundings, a very spacious kitchen.

Kara realized that she didn't know where she was. Was this supposed to happen? Her hands cradled her arms, dressed in a long sleeved black shirt and… blue jeans. She laughed and sobbed in happiness and fright. She hadn't worn blue jeans in the longest time. How could she have forgotten the rough texture it had against her skin.

"Where am I?" Her voice was so small, it was in a whisper.

And then, that familiar embrace was wrapped around her waist. Sam. "Is this real?" She was getting a little breathless.

"It's a real as you want it to be, Kara," the smile that he possessed fell onto his face, especially at the moment he felt her relax in his arms. Kara shook her head slightly from side to side against his chest and turned around to face him and gasped. Sam was right there, before her, smiling. He looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn't look drained, not tired after carrying Galactica into the sun. He looked like the Sam she met on Caprica.

Kara reached up to run her fingers through his hair and her fingers trailed down his cheek, onto his forearm where his wedding band was still visible. "But… but.. I don't understand. What is this?"

Sam chuckled. "It's a house, Kara."

She just responded with a glare before speaking. "I know that much," she paused. "Is this our ending? Together? Playing some happy couple? All that's missing is a white picket-" Kara noticed Sam's eyebrow had risen and he indicated to have her look outside through the window.

A white picket fence.

"Well frak me."

His grip had tightened around her. "I'd love to," Ha, Sam hadn't changed, not a bit. She could only chuckle and reach up on her tip toes to meet her husband in a kiss. As their lips touched each others for the first time (without him being a hybrid), she felt her body come alive. Her lips began to tingle from the sensation she was experiencing. "Oh Sam," she mumbled against his lips as he pressed his lips harder. A rougher kiss was something she remembered from him. Breathless, he pulled away from her and pulled off his shirt. The hunger in his eyes was still there, as if it had never left him, and Kara read it. It was something she was craving, she was craving him. She wanted him, she needed him.

Kara leaned against the edge of the counter and reached out to grab him. His skin was warm, it was alive. "Don't stop touching," he whispered into her ear. "Don't pull away from me. I won't lose you again."

She gave him a weak smile. "I don't plan on leaving you, you're stuck with me."

As clothing began to fall apart from their bodies, she rested her head on his shoulder as he picked her up off the ground, her legs wrapped around him. "This is one of our endings, Kara Thrace."

For that, Kara Thrace smiled a warm, loving smile, and wrapped her arms around him as her lips captured his again in an aching kiss.

It was more of a new beginning.

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