Title: Sugar, We're Going Down
Summary: The world ends, and suddenly Starbuck has boy problems.
A/n: I was bored and was thinking about Kara reacting to Lee's little confession internally. It kind of skewed away from that, but it was my initial purpose. The title is from Fall Out Boy's Sugar We're Going Down, simply because I was listening to it while I was writing this.
'Lee, you fraking idiot,' she curses to herself, throwing the pyramid ball harder against the wall, feeling the vibrations through the bench, and wishing she were back on Caprica, where it was so much simpler.
Find the arrow. Steal a ship. Kill Cylons. Frak with a good-looking man.
Now she has to keep a Cylon alive, who is pregnant with her friend's child, skate around politics, and figure out how to avoid Lee without letting him question her about it. At least she gets to kill the other non Sharon Cylons, at least. She could use a good frak to release some of this gods awful tension, but with her only decent choices being Lee or Helo, it's not going to happen. Although she's pretty sure all she has to do is push Lee up against a wall, say "Now," and he'd be on his knees.
Days like these, she really misses Zak. How he could reduce her to a trembling mess with a few twitches of his hand. She's not sure anyone could do that for her anymore, not even Lee. Certainly not Baltar. Gods what a mistake, one she will never live down. Everyone knows he's a sex crazed scientist who has questionable mental capacities, but she'd had enough alcohol that night to go off with anyone who'd be holding her hand. Now she's glad that it wasn't Lee, knowing how much more awkward any encounter would be with him now. Not that they weren't awkward already.
Frak.
The world ends, and suddenly Starbuck has boy problems.
At the very least, she has a mission to fulfill, and that will keep her occupied once they touch down on Kobol. If she's lucky, only a few will die, but she's rarely lucky. She just happens to posses quite a bit of skill in survival, and she will use every ounce of her power to keep as many alive as she can. She owes it to the people on Caprica, because if she doesn't come out of this alive, they're trapped on a planet with no hope of escape, only eventual capture, torture, and in some cases, impregnation.
Her hand closes over the ball tightly, grasping it so hard that her knuckles lose all color. The Cylons were attempting to get closer to the Gods, and were using humans to do it. Human wombs. The other hand drifts over her angry red scar, praying that whatever they did to her is done with, and that she will not have a cylon baby.
Starbuck pushing a stroller through Gallactica. Now there's a mental image no one would care to think about, especially if the baby was half toaster.
She wonders what Lee would say if he knew the Cylons had been near her with a knife. There'd probably be a lot of cursing, and then commands to see a doctor. So protective when he wants to be, but so unwanted. He's an idiot for loving her, stupid for caring. People close to her are marked for death.
Deep breath, and then another, and her heartbeat slows down. The mission has no promise, no guarantee, and blood will be shed.
And she's looking forward to it.