Connection
by Charis
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and all associated characters belong to people who are not me. I'm just borrowing.
Notes: I was bored. Vaguely shippy. Written in an effort to try to pare my writing down; may eventually become part of a larger context.
"Are you there?"
It's always the same question in those protracted silences - silences in which she feels all too acutely the physical distance between them. Not for the first time, she wonders how it is that they came to this, from fairly constant adversity to - well, understanding, at least. Empathy. Even if in silences like these, or the late hours of the night when she cannot sleep, she wonders if there is something more, or if that's just another drug-induced delusion.
"I'm here," he replies.
It is always the same response. Though she knows he cannot see it, she smiles.
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