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The rattle of gunfire, quick and familiar, debris raining down on the hull. Cylon raiders streaking past the cockpit, an endless barrage of them. One after another hurtling towards Galactica.
Too many, way too many. Starbuck fired again and again, but they just kept coming. Not so much rain as a flood, and the flood just kept rising, and one was hurtling straight towards her—
The Raider smashed into Starbuck’s Viper, and she awoke with a shout.
There wasn’t a battle. She wasn’t in the familiar embrace of a cockpit, or her bunk on Galactica. She was on Earth, under brilliant stars.
“Frak me.” Sitting up, she raked a hand through her hair and took deep, steadying breaths. “This is stupid. This is so stupid.”
And not just the fact that she was still having nightmares about combat. That was annoying enough, but probably expected even after months of safety.
She had a different problem, though, and it was one she could solve. Hopping up, she marched across the grass to one particular tent. The reasons she’d stuck around the original landing site.
As soon as she pushed the tent flap back, Lee bolted upright. He was shirtless, or maybe even naked. Couldn’t tell with the sleeping bag in the way. “Kara?”
“Hey. Can I join you?” Not waiting for a reply, she flopped down on a blanket, right next to him.
“Of… course?” Breaths shaky, Lee stroked a strand of hair out of her face. “What’re you doing here, Kara?”
“Got tired of waking up alone.” She leaned in, close enough that his breath warmed her lips. “I thought maybe you were too.”
In reply, Lee kissed her. She took the opportunity to wriggle into the sleeping bag, and discovered that he really was naked.
Maybe talking could wait.