Title: Falling
Author: BlueSkiesAgain
Rating: M
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Summary: No matter who saves who, she always finds herself falling into him.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and it's characters do not and never will belong to me.
A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for the review, Mserrada! And yes the timeline is pretty much, in a nutshell, what you said. Forgive me, I wrote the first chapter at 1-2 in the morning, so it's bound to be a little off. And the second while I was buzzed on coffee, so yeah...*makes mental note not to write when on coffee...whoops, too late!* Also, this chapter we start really getting into the storyline...
Happy Reading and please review!
Chapter 3
Kara, didn't know how long Leoben had been gone, but it felt like hours. Eventually she just fell asleep again.
Kara has flashes of a dream, never a full one. First she's shooting a centurion's red eye...
Then she see's Sergeant James' face, bullethole between his eyes...
Athena holding her thigh while blood gushes from underneath...
The Admiral punching his mirror...
Herself kissing Sam...
Herself kissing Leoben...
The sound of crunching bone...
Kara woke up gasping and shivering. After she took several deep breaths, she looked around again. Leoben was sitting against the wall, watching her.
"Do you ever do anything besides stare at me?"
He smiles slightly, then gets up and comes over to her.
"We're still on the Adriatic, right?"
"Right."
"Is it Cylon-controlled or human?"
"Both. Cylons have the front end, humans have the back."
"What the hell? So the battle's still going?"
"No. It stopped yesterday in a stalemate."
"Yesterday? How long was I out?"
"About eight hours. Not unusual."
"Isn't the Galactica searching for me?"
"Yes. But the Adriatic isn't with the Fleet..,the Centurions jumped the ship."
"What is this then? New Caprica again?" Guilt flashed in his eyes, but so fast that she nearly missed it.
"No. The Centurions would kill you or me if they found us." He stood up and went behind one of the crates.
"So you are keeping me here why?"
"To keep you from getting shot in the head."
Kara was surprised. He wasn't usually so abrupt. He came back and gave her a pack of rations. Then he left the room again.
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Three weeks later, Kara was still lying there in the storage compartment. Her ribs were healing nicely, she was able to get up and move around. Once she tried the door, but it wouldn't budge. If this isn't a prison then why the hell am I locked in? Then she heard the metallic clanking of a Centurion walking by. She also heard the sound of a body being dragged behind it. For a second she hoped it wasn't Leoben. She mentally cursed herself.
He had been gone most of the time, leaving her with food and water in a pack next to her. Once there was a book in the pack, but in her boredom she had read it in about two hours. After their exchange on the second day, He hadn't really talked to her, much less answer her questions.
Kara was standing against a crate stretching when the door opened and he walked in carrying a bag over one shoulder. He didn't acknowledge her, just set the bag down on the floor where he usually sat and started looking through it.
"Where were you?" She asked him. He didn't answer.
"Same place as the last three weeks?" Still no answer. She walked over until she was right next to him.
"Playing with your cylon friends?" That got his attention. He stood up and looked her in the eye.
"So, where were you?" When he didn't answer, just looked at her, arms crossed, she punched him across the cheek. He turned his head, but otherwise didn't react.
"Answer me!" He just looked at her again.
Leoben let her punch him again, and again, and again. He was still creepily calm. Either way, there wasn't really enough force behind the hits to really hurt him, just maybe bruise a little. She wanted to wipe that calm look off his face...make him answer her.
Kara pushed him against the bulkhead, and hit him harder. Then she stopped and leaned in, hands to either side of him, pinning him.
"Where the frak were you? On New Caprica you wouldn't leave me the frak alone, and now you keep me here for weeks and barely look at me? What's the plan this time you sick motherfrakker?" That was when she heard the bone crack. His eyes widened slightly.
She looked down and saw that her hand was over his against the rail on the wall. Her palm was over his fingers right on the sharp edge. It was leaning on one finger very hard. Strangely fascinated, she focused her weight on the next finger, feeling the bone give under her weight. Then the next. And the next.
She looked up at his face again. His jaw was clearly clenching and sweat went down his neck. But his eyes only looked at her with a strange emotion she couldn't place.
She backed away, looking down at her hands. Her left was bloody, but not from her blood. Her right was bruised. She saw that the wound on her arm had opened up again, blood slowly trickling down her arm. He walked over to one of the bags, pulling out a roll of gauze. He slowly wound it around her arm, then sat against the wall again, examining his broken fingers.
Kara sighed and walked over, grabbing his hand another roll of gauze. She wrapped each finger tightly, adding in splints from the bag. The whole time he watched her work. Then when she was wrapping the last finger, he finally talked.
"I was trying to contact Galactica." She looked up in surprise.
"That's where you were? All that time?"
"Not the first few days. Then I was trying to find a wireless."
"Did you manage to contact them?"
"No. Too many scrambled frequencies."
"I have the codes."
He nodded and got up, walking to the door. He stopped right before he opened it.
"I'm going to get the wireless." She nodded.
"And thanks. For bandaging..." He looked confused for a second, then walked out. Kara felt her cheeks heating up slightly.
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