Once-In-A-Lifetime Opportunity
Part 1: Visions
They'd beaten the Cylons despite being out-numbered and won themselves a whole asteroid made of tylium ore, enough to power the whole fleet for the next few years. They'd gambled everything, and won: sitting ducks in a Cylon shooting gallery no more. Life had triumphed over evil chrome toasters.
So no wonder the CIC dissolved into cheers, whoops and clapping, a blur of men in uniform pounding the Dradis screens, slapping each other's backs, and punching the air. She stood motionless, wearing her second-best suit and her civilian high heels, and Lt. Thrace, in her full-dress uniform, broke Presidential protocol and actually embraced her –
A heartbeat later, Kara – Lt. Thrace – Kara – twisted her strong pilot's fingers in her hair, kissed her so hard she couldn't stand upright any longer, nothing to do with being naked, well, naked except for high heels, so she twined her legs round Kara and pulled her sweaty body down with her onto the cold perspex Ops table, where they –
Dear Lords of Kobol, Kara Thrace's perfect breasts.
A heartbeat later, she was standing motionless, wearing her second-best suit and her civilian high heels, and Kara Thrace, in her full-dress uniform, stood a good foot away, apologising, not meeting her eye, and looking ever so slightly flustered.
If the complete lack of reaction of all the men in the CIC, especially of Gaius Baltar, was any guide, then, no, she and Kara Thrace hadn't just frakked ecstatically on the backlit Ops table, several times over.
Yet their love-making felt as real, as true, as when she had seen the serpents numbering two and ten glide over her hands in the press call. Or the prescient images of an earlier dream, uncannily foretelling to her the fate of the humanoid Cylon whom they'd executed.
All of this has happened before; all of this will happen again.
She pulled herself back from the uncanny images and acted like a normal person, that is, like every other person celebrating like crazy in the room. She remembered to thanked Lt Thrace politely for her tactical efforts before warily returning the younger woman's embrace. She was surprised when the real Kara hugged her back, hard, and they clung to each other for a long, long moment.
On her way back to Colonial One, she reckoned there were three things she had to remember. One, everybody knows chamalla extract causes hallucinations. Two, besides, Kara Thrace is almost young enough to be your daughter. Three, keep telling yourself that.
