Word Count: 254
Date: 2004
Series: One
Rating: K+
Category: Relationships
Pairing/Focus: Lee, Kara
Warnings: This is my first
BSG fanfic ever (and my first fanfic in years), so apologies if it didn't
work.
Summary: A night on the Galactica (and
elsewhere). Very short. A drabble, really. Takes place sometime during the
series.
Spoilers/Disclaimers: don't own, no profit, yadda yadda yadda.
I. *Starbuck*
Sturbuck sleeps burrowed into her pillow, wrapped in her blanket. Only a tuft of hair is visible. She dreams of hot summer days on Caprica, of the feel of the open sky. She is smiling.
II. *Apollo*
Lee Adama cannot sleep. His mother is dead. So are his friends. So is everyone he's ever known. If he is lucky, he won't dream of them tonight. He concentrates, to blank out his mind. Maybe tonight he will be lucky. Slowly his breathing steadies. He dreams of Kara.
III. *Pres. Roslin*
Laura Roslin is stilled, at peace. In sleep, the worry lines are gone. In sleep, the steady, controlled mouth is relaxed, the body quiet. In sleep, she is younger, gentler with the illusion and luxury of time. In sleep, the cancer continues to consume her.
IV. *Col. Tigh*
Colonel Tigh is inert in his bunk, stretched out on his side. His breathing is harsh and slow. He does not dream.
V. *Boxey*
Boxey dreams of running. Fast. Far. He does not know why, only that he must. His sheets are tangled, his pillow has slipped off. His moter would straighten them out. His mother is dead.
The End