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Title: This Ought To Be Different 3/?
Rating: T
Genre: Action, Suspense;
Spoilers: Eye of Jupiter; Season-3.5 AU
Character/s: The FIVE = Quadrangle of Doom + Six
Word count: ~1500 (chapter)
Rating: T
Genre: Action, Suspense;
Spoilers: Eye of Jupiter; Season-3.5 AU
Character/s: The FIVE = Quadrangle of Doom + Six
Word count: ~1500 (chapter)
Disclaimers: the characters and the universe of “Battlestar Galactica” do not belong to me;
A/N: Consider it “Rapture” AU. Loosely based on promos.
THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Three.
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Lee was slowing down with each step. Soon Shelly, Sam and Dee passed them – the blonde nearly dragging the man, and Dee supporting him just enough, so he wouldn’t injure his leg any more. She turned to glare at the twosome, but continued to climb without a word.
Kara cast a glance at her companion. He dragged one foot after another, his mouth gaping, muscles strained, holding a hand to his chest. She felt compelled to help him, but he’d rebuff her, she knew that. So she just kept him company, that was all she could do.
They reached the top of the hill finally, and with final effort Lee dragged himself to the horizontal plateau in front of the crag. There was an opening in this crag, a dark tunnel.
But Lee looked the opposite direction, and Starbuck followed his gaze.
The scenery was surreal. Hills, the terrain, bushes, stones, ground, everything was immersed in this bright sapphire light. The sky at the horizon was so dazzling it was impossible to look upon, the blue fire soared toward zenith. There were no stars anymore, no blackness even, as if the night ended. But they couldn’t have walked for longer than an hour! A half an hour. Starbuck wasn’t certain of her sense of time.
Down in the opening between two slopes, sea waters were heating up, vaporizing, the mist ascending, clinging to the ground with white milky feelers.
Suddenly somewhere to their left the ground broke, and a fountain of bright orange melted rocks sprung toward the sky.
“We’re not gonna survive this.” Kara barely heard her companion’s whisper through the wind and roar of the destroyed planet.
She swirled to face him. “We are! Shelly said--” She gestured toward the opening in the rocks, where their three friends had just disappeared.
Lee just shook his head, to exhausted to argue. She held his face up, between her palms, and looked deep into his blue eyes. Maybe she didn’t remember him, or love him, but she wasn’t going to let him give up.
“Listen, maybe we’re not going to survive, but we’ll get in there right now, and if we die, we die trying to make it out of here alive. Okay?”
He gazed at her, startled. His lips moved, forming words that did not come out, “I--d--”
“You want to make it out of here alive, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Just before they moved, Dee came running back. “Are you co--” she screamed and stopped at the sight of the two of them. “--ming?” she completed her sentence, glancing at Kara, then at Lee, then back at Kara. Then she turned around and let them follow her inside.
Lee strived to catch up with her, Kara saw him place a hand on her back, she shrugged it off, he bent to whisper something into her ear. She turned around.
“I just don’t know anymore,” she whispered looking up at him, her eyes teary. “where I stand.”
“Come on!” Shelly screamed in her high-pitched intense voice. “I’m closing these door. Do you want to end up on this side, or that?”
They hurried, then they helped Shelly close and secure the door. Once she was sure they were sheltered, she walked toward the middle of the room.
Kara looked around. The cave they were in was astounding. Really huge, really high. She felt like a worthless atom of dust in the face of the Powers. There was a gigantic column in the middle of the room – Shelly strode toward it – surrounded by five chamfered pentagonal pillars. All around the floor there lay scattered pieces of some equipment, apparently left by someone in haste. Sam sat propped against a box just a few meters form the entrance – whether it was their own algae container or some other item Kara couldn’t tell, and didn’t bother really.
She looked back at the column. In the bluish light coming from some kind of reflectors, she noticed a shape, a motif that seemed familiar. The first thing, that she found recognizable since her memory loss – something round, a yellow, green and red rings, surrounded by flames, rotating flames.
The image made her dizzy and she staggered.
“Kara!” she heard a voice.
“What is she-- doing?” she heard a strained question, when her balance returned.
It was Lee, and he was trying to follow Shelly, but his knees gave way, and he swayed, his weight falling on Kara. She caught him instinctively, Dee grasping his other arm.
“Lee!” she screamed.
“Gotta--” he struggled to say, he struggled to get up, but a coughing fit stopped him. When it passed, he held Dee’s arm. “Go--” he gasped. “Watch her--”
Dee cast a terrified glance at the blonde, standing in front of the large column. Then she looked back at Lee, but he went limp in Starbuck’s arms, his eyes rolling back. Dee gazed up at the other woman.
“Go!” Kara urged. If that was what he ordered, it had to be the right move, he knew what was going on. She had no idea. No frakking idea!
She was distressed, she realized, looking after the slender brunette, who run toward the center of the room. It was Dee who knew how to take care of the injured, not her!
“Put him down,” she heard a voice next to her. Sam. He crawled to them, dragging the med-kit along.
Kara gently put Lee’s lifeless form on the floor.
“He got hit, when we were searching for you. The jacket may have saved his life, but it was a close range,” Sam informed her, while removing Lee’s cloths. The unconscious man’s face contorted in pain. “Then we had a close encounter with Six-- Shelly-- Whatever.” He looked over at the tall blonde and tiny brunette pacing around the column and pillars, searching for something. Kara could easily tell he longed to be there, he was a man of action; sitting behind, trapped, was making him anxious.
“Give me a hand will you,” he requested, annoyed, as she sat unmoving next to him. Kara held Lee, while Sam took off the jacket. “Then we crashed. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a few broken ribs.”
This most certainly wasn’t the first time Kara was undressing Lee, but it still made her feel uncomfortable. She didn’t remember the body under those tank-tops, muscled arms however were enough to make her heart beat faster. Sam handed her scissors to cut Lee’s wear and she took a deep breath before she put them to the fabric. She cut through and uncovered the left, uninjured half of his body. She wondered why? Was she curious how he looked? She was rewarded with a godly sight of well sculpted muscles, tanned skin, a few manly hairs.
Before the urge to caress this body took over, Sam removed the material from the right side of his chest, and . . . Starbuck had to retreat when sickness punched her right between the eyes with the sight of purple and violet bruises.
She jumped away and heaved, ignoring Sam’s concerned “Kara?” She waved him off, hoping he’d first take care of Lee. She was fine. Wasn’t she? Nausea passed, but she was still dizzy. The air in the room was getting more and more blue.
Kara looked up at the column. At the very top of it she noticed bright blue crystals – five of them. And though their light was intense, she was able to make out their shape – they were obviously resembling five stony pillars below. A ray of vibrant blue light shone straight up from each of those crystals toward the same five crystals hanging in the seal of the dome.
Kara blinked. The rays were getting shorter as crystals from the top of the column and those from the dome were nearing one another.
The air was tainted red.
Kara held her breath, searching for the source of the new color, and saw – right above the five reflectors attached to the column – some kind of ribbed apparatus, that was turning red, as if heating up. Red turned to orange, orange to yellow, yellow to white . . .
Time stopped, Kara felt herself getting heavy, too heavy, too large, too long, too long . . .
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t.b.c.
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