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Blink To See You, by Leda 13 (Teen)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA (NEW)
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: About 3,000 words
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leda13
Author Website: fic listed here
Why this must be read:
It was hard to choose just one of Leda's fics to rec; it's all such high quality. (I had this problem with more than one author!) This one deals with the ramifications of what Kara went through on Caprica in a particularly satisfying (but not at all overly dramatic) way. It captures what I love about Kara and Lee's dynamic in the first two seasons; the friendship and mutual support as well as the unspoken longing. The story is told in an almost photographic style, though a series of observations and recollections, with exquisite use of visual detail. Lovely and unique.
"Anything, and anytime," he reminds her. Her smile is briefly brilliant, warms him from somewhere deep in his gut, but he knows already, just from that smile, that there's things she's planning not to tell anyone.
"I don't need a doctor," she reiterates, and turns slowly onto her side, wincing. Her back is to him, her left arm curled around her ribs and her right splayed up on the flat pillow. Ivory skin still, there, inside the arm; veins are a blue ribbon under the surface. And there's a round scarlet pinprick and faintly yellow bruise, and the darker squares that are the lingering traces of adhesive tape. It's eerily familiar; he'd spent three minutes a week (and a lifetime) ago, staring at one just like it.
blink
he's so pale and still; despite having a triad-face anyone might envy, even Starbuck, the emptiness of coma makes his features into a mask, and Lee has to make himself look, understand how close he came to losing his old man. Its making his throat tighten to catalog the indignities of the treatment, even though it's kept the Commander alive: the stitches, the dressings, the marks tubes and beeping monitors. The needle-bruise on the back of his father's hand.
blink
Now he knows why she didn't come back in uniform.
"Lee?" she says softly, and he moves his eyes off that telltale mark, to her profile.
"Yeah?"
"What happens now?"
He wants to say something comforting, but this is Kara, and nonsense commonplaces never work with her. And she's so tired, on the verge of sleep, and so small and diminished, as though whatever reactor that powers her is drained and overtaxed. So he smiles, even though she can't see it, and reaches over to brush tendrils of hair that have escaped her ponytail away from her cheek. "We start over," he says, quietly. "Sleep, Starbuck."
Blink To See You
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: About 3,000 words
Author on LJ:
leda13Author Website: fic listed here
Why this must be read:
It was hard to choose just one of Leda's fics to rec; it's all such high quality. (I had this problem with more than one author!) This one deals with the ramifications of what Kara went through on Caprica in a particularly satisfying (but not at all overly dramatic) way. It captures what I love about Kara and Lee's dynamic in the first two seasons; the friendship and mutual support as well as the unspoken longing. The story is told in an almost photographic style, though a series of observations and recollections, with exquisite use of visual detail. Lovely and unique.
"Anything, and anytime," he reminds her. Her smile is briefly brilliant, warms him from somewhere deep in his gut, but he knows already, just from that smile, that there's things she's planning not to tell anyone.
"I don't need a doctor," she reiterates, and turns slowly onto her side, wincing. Her back is to him, her left arm curled around her ribs and her right splayed up on the flat pillow. Ivory skin still, there, inside the arm; veins are a blue ribbon under the surface. And there's a round scarlet pinprick and faintly yellow bruise, and the darker squares that are the lingering traces of adhesive tape. It's eerily familiar; he'd spent three minutes a week (and a lifetime) ago, staring at one just like it.
blink
he's so pale and still; despite having a triad-face anyone might envy, even Starbuck, the emptiness of coma makes his features into a mask, and Lee has to make himself look, understand how close he came to losing his old man. Its making his throat tighten to catalog the indignities of the treatment, even though it's kept the Commander alive: the stitches, the dressings, the marks tubes and beeping monitors. The needle-bruise on the back of his father's hand.
blink
Now he knows why she didn't come back in uniform.
"Lee?" she says softly, and he moves his eyes off that telltale mark, to her profile.
"Yeah?"
"What happens now?"
He wants to say something comforting, but this is Kara, and nonsense commonplaces never work with her. And she's so tired, on the verge of sleep, and so small and diminished, as though whatever reactor that powers her is drained and overtaxed. So he smiles, even though she can't see it, and reaches over to brush tendrils of hair that have escaped her ponytail away from her cheek. "We start over," he says, quietly. "Sleep, Starbuck."
Blink To See You