Pretty Girls
Spoilers: Everything up to and including Pegasus is fair game.
Rating: K+
Summary: Kara Thrace is not a pretty girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica, nor do I want to, because they are doing a damn good job. I do, however, own this story and all ideas contained within. I think this fic might possibly have been sparked by the Veruca Salt song "Pretty Boys."
Kara Thrace is not a pretty girl. Because she is not pretty, she is also not good-looking or beautiful or sexy or any number of things men have called her over the years. When they said that, she knew they were lying, but she told herself she didn't care. She knew the truth. She was not a pretty girl.
Pretty girls have sweet faces and thick, shiny hair and bright eyes. Pretty girls have nice, innocent smiles and pretty girls sleep with one man for weeks or months or years at a time. Pretty girls get married and stay at home and have babies and throw parties. Pretty girls have jobs as secretaries and teachers or other jobs that are respectable. Pretty girls wear dresses and make-up, and pretty girls lead normal lives.
Pretty girls don't have fathers who disappear and they don't have mothers who beat them. Pretty girls don't have ten fingers that were broken in the exact same place. Pretty girls don't play Pyramid and pretty girls don't get what they deserve when they injure their knee and can't play anymore. Pretty girls don't run away from home.
Pretty girls don't join the military and live on Battlestars and fly Vipers. Pretty girls don't have short hair that isn't washed often enough, and they don't have eyes with dark shadows under them because of flying too many CAPS without enough sleep. Pretty girls don't curse and play cards and smoke cigars. Pretty girls don't get drunk, and pretty girls don't get thrown in the brig enough times to have a record that will never be topped.
Pretty girls don't kill their fiancées, and pretty girls o.wn up to their mistakes. Pretty girls aren't saved from alcoholism and darkness by the fathers of their fiancées because they don't need to be. Pretty girls don't fall in love with the brothers of their dead fiancées. Pretty girls don't run away from their problems, and pretty girls don't hurt the two people who love them most by doing so. Pretty girls don't fall in love with random men because the man they really love hurt them too much and too often. Pretty girls aren't lied to, and pretty girls aren't hurt by the ones they love. Pretty girls are not beyond help.
Kara Thrace is not a pretty girl, but most people seem to like her the way she is.
Maybe she doesn't have to be a pretty girl.
But sometimes she wants to be.
So...it's been a long time since I wrote/posted a Battlestar Galactica fic. What can I say...I was slacking and uninspired. Review and maybe I'll be inspired to write further fics! Especially with the second half of season 2 beginning. I love reviewers.