Disclaimer: I don't own BSG, that would be RDM and the Sci-fi channel, I just like to play with the characters sometimes.
Summary: Sometimes things that should be said remain unspoken and sometimes these things change everything. Starts from pre-mini.
Pairing: Kara and Lee, but from every aspect ie lovers to pseudo-enemies and everything in between.
Chapter 5 – Pre-Mini 5
She was doing pushups and for a second he was hypnotised by her almost robotic rhythm, each one as perfectly executed as the previous and without any hesitation. The slick sweat on her bare arms told him that she had been doing this a while probably since she had been thrown in hack for conduct unbecoming of an officer. To say he had been surprised when she had called asking him to bail him out would be an understatement.
It had been three weeks since he had last seen her and that hadn't gone well at all. He had stopped by to check on her and all they had ended up doing was arguing again, as had become the usual, their usual. From the way they now fought with each other, it was hard to imagine they had once been the closest of friends.
He leant against the bars if the cell, savouring the cool press of the metal against his forehead, he cocked an eyebrow at her, inviting an explanation. All she did was grin back at him, one of her I-did-something-bad-and-I-know-but-I'm-not-going-to-admit-it grins. Just one grin and he felt like he was soaring in his viper.
Thankfully, the guard chose that moment to step around him to unlock the cell door and Kara stepped out as graceful as a lioness. Smirking at the guard, she strode out of hack with her head held high. He could only shake his head in wonderment, only Starbuck would take pride in spending time behind bars.
She told him that she had thought she had let him bail her out for old times' sake. His brow creased momentarily in confusion and then he remembered tomorrow she began her posting on Galactica. He doubted he would see her again for a very long time.
"I'm going to miss you, Lee."
Her fingertips brushed his cheek lightly and she cupped his face gently with her hand. Her words came to him softly and he felt his heart constrict painfully and he wanted to beg her to stay, to stay with him, but the words died on his lips as felt cool metal brush fleetingly against his skin.
--