Title: The Dance
Author: kl-shipper1
Summary: Their relationship had always been more about closed doors and closed mouths than open displays of emotion.
Word Count: 227
Spoilers: 3x09 ("Unfinished Business")
Disclaimer: BSG is not, and will never be mine. I am only playing around with a few characters with this piece of fiction, and no monetary gain is coming from it. It is merely a channel for creativity.
Author's Note: Written for Spin The Wheel at no_takebacks. Prompt was #33, "witness", given to me by sci_fi_shipper.
Their relationship had always been more about closed doors and closed mouths than open displays of emotion. Everyone knew that; after all, scuttlebutt traveled faster around the ship than anything else, and Starbuck and Apollo were a hot topic.
Which is why the Dance came as such a surprise. Not the fighting- that was perfectly normal for Lee and Kara- but how much raw emotion came through with each harsh punch. That was nothing like them. The bystanders turned to each other, not sure whether to clap as they had for every other boxing match, or turn around and leave so as not to intrude upon such a clearly intimate moment any longer.
Then again, the two participants weren't just any other pilots, so maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising that their match wouldn't be anything like the others. Like a taut rubber band finally being released, they all knew Starbuck and Apollo were bound to find their way back together again. What they were seeing was the collision, the explosion.
As the bruised, bloodied pilots fell into a tired embrace, people began to shuffle out, unwilling to bear witness to something so clearly not meant for their eyes. Not meant for anyone's eyes but the two in the center of the ring.
When everyone had exited, Athena made sure to shut the hatch behind them.
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