Blessings to Learn From
Spoilers: Act of Contrition, the miniseries.
Rating: K+ (may change; I'm not sure yet)
Summary: In a world where coincidence doesn't exist, every mistake has a purpose, and there is no such thing as an accident.
Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica. I do however, own this storyline and all ideas contained within.
Author's Note: While I came up with most of the theory that drives this piece, one key idea was contributed by Beka (who puts up with my strange theories, of which there are many). So thank you! Now onto my long awaited longer piece.
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Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from. –Elisabeth Kuebler-Ross
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Where are you going?
To write a letter—to my dad, remember? I'll let you read it when I'm done, don't worry. I won't say too much about you.
Yeah.
Everything okay, Kara? You're not having second thoughts—are you?
Of course not. I'm fine. Tired.
Kara—
Go write, okay?
When Lee finds her, she's sitting on her bunk with a half-empty bottle of ambrosia, and at the rate she's drinking it, it won't last long. "I thought you'd be here, like this. Where'd you get the ambrosia?"
"Frak off, Lee. Your dad came and gave it to me a little while ago. He actually understands the concept of sympathy."
"Forgiveness, too." He knows that look in her eyes means she'd throw the bottle at his head if it were empty, and he holds up his hands and sits down next to her. "I'm sorry, Kara…it's also a hard day for me, not just for you and my dad."
"I know." She offers him the bottle and he takes a few long swallows, then hands it back. "You can't help being an ass. I understand."
He doesn't call her on it. At the moment, she's not his subordinate officer and he's not her CAG. "Drowned enough yet?"
She finishes the bottle. "Not even close."
So, um…what's your name?
Shelly. Shelly Godfrey.
Funny. You don't really look like a Shelly.
Don't I.
My apologies. I've only recently come from work, and I'm quite tired.
You're Dr. Gaius Baltar, aren't you? The one they've hired to work on the Integrated Defense Network? I've seen your picture all over the news.
Why, yes. I'm Dr. Baltar. Please, call me Gaius.
Gaius.
"Are you worried about her?"
He looks over his shoulder at Six, who's massaging his shoulders in the way that only she can. "Worried about whom?"
"You know who I'm talking about. Lt. Thrace. Kara. Starbuck."
"Why should I be worried?"
Six growls softly, leaning close to his ear. "I know your mind, Gaius. Don't ever forget that."
"Well, that's wonderful, because I don't know my mind. I'm glad someone does." He pulls away and lays back on his bed, and she straddles him and looks him in the eye.
"Don't you want to know why you should be worried?"
"Are you going to kill her? I should warn—" He tries to get up, but she leans forward and presses him firmly to the bed, laughing a little.
"She's not that important. It's more…someone who was important to her. He died exactly two years ago."
to be continued...
to be continued faster if i get reviews...;)