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ofthingstocome) wrote2015-10-07 06:59 pm
ofthingstocome) wrote2015-10-07 06:59 pm
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lee - october 6th 2015
Out of all the gods-damned things she expected getting out of that hospital room, this wasn't even on the list. The scrape of metal on metal happened every single time she moved and it was getting on her nerves. The handcuff was too tight for her to dislocate her thumb to get out of it, and the welds on the bedframe were solid enough that there was no way it was coming off that way.
It's a small miracle that she hasn't been drugged again. The pain's still eating away at her, and what's worse than that's the exhaustion. When she'd punched the orderly, she'd managed to frak up her hand and open her stitches, but a oh-so-helpful nurse had patched her up once she was cuffed and left behind. She's got new bandages on her wounds, one where she'd pulled out her IV, and one on her hand, and not of it makes a single bit of sense.
She's pretty sure that there's a guard on the door, and what Kara doesn't know is that there's a quasi-procedure in place for this. When people come from other places, and are hurt, and moreover if they're behaving erratically. Hold them in custody, they get a public defender, a psych consult, and then the determination is made if they should press charges.
Rattling the cuff again, Kara stares up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched in anger and fear. This place is impossible. It's impossible, and she's been trying to figure out if she's seeing things like Roslin, if she'd up and died-- and that's what finally gets her to speak, her voice low in the hospital room where they'd taken away anything that could be within reach and used as a weapon. "Lords, I don't know if this is supposed to be some kind of test, but I'm running on empty on how to take this. If there was some kind of, I don't know, directions or something... Just figured I'd ask."
A split second after the last word dies in her throat, there's a knock on the door. Blinking in surprise, Kara mutters, "Thanks," before she pushes herself up a little with a wince, and speaks up. "Come in."
It's a small miracle that she hasn't been drugged again. The pain's still eating away at her, and what's worse than that's the exhaustion. When she'd punched the orderly, she'd managed to frak up her hand and open her stitches, but a oh-so-helpful nurse had patched her up once she was cuffed and left behind. She's got new bandages on her wounds, one where she'd pulled out her IV, and one on her hand, and not of it makes a single bit of sense.
She's pretty sure that there's a guard on the door, and what Kara doesn't know is that there's a quasi-procedure in place for this. When people come from other places, and are hurt, and moreover if they're behaving erratically. Hold them in custody, they get a public defender, a psych consult, and then the determination is made if they should press charges.
Rattling the cuff again, Kara stares up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched in anger and fear. This place is impossible. It's impossible, and she's been trying to figure out if she's seeing things like Roslin, if she'd up and died-- and that's what finally gets her to speak, her voice low in the hospital room where they'd taken away anything that could be within reach and used as a weapon. "Lords, I don't know if this is supposed to be some kind of test, but I'm running on empty on how to take this. If there was some kind of, I don't know, directions or something... Just figured I'd ask."
A split second after the last word dies in her throat, there's a knock on the door. Blinking in surprise, Kara mutters, "Thanks," before she pushes herself up a little with a wince, and speaks up. "Come in."
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"Not a hallucination," he repeats, and self-consciously, he runs one hand through his hair, "Unless we're both frakking crazy."
Maybe they both are, but that's unrelated to what's going on right now.
"What's the last thing you remember from Galactica?" Lee goes on to ask, trying to get his bearings here.
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It takes her a second, and she won't look at him, her eyes darting everywhere but to him, and gods she feels alone. He's here, but he's too far away for her to reach, dressed like a civilian. Her gaze bounces everywhere except to meet his, skittering across his face and to the windows, to the curtain, the door, her handcuff.
There's fear on her face; fear that this is all a hallucination, that he's not real, that this is some sort of trick. Fear that she's just lost it, and pain from the memories, both physical and emotional. "But I guess if you want to know the last thing from the Galactica it would be when I split to get the Arrow." Forcing a smile that's too tight, that's trying to paint herself as Kara Thrace, requisite fuck-up because that's so much easier than the way she's tied in knots because of where she was from.
"Went to New Caprica. I found Helo, and--" She hesitates as everything comes crashing back. "Lee, Sharon's a Cylon." Her voice drops, and she's actually willing to look at him, the way it had torn her apart so incredibly clear with the way her eyes shine. "She's a frakking toaster." Her voice was raw with hatred, with betrayal, with the hurt that their friend was a gods-damned robot.
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With Sharon... Boomer, he supposes. She doesn't even know about he shooting his dad.
"Time... it works differently here. I promise I'm not crazy but that was years ago. The cylons look like us now, and Sharon... she's one of them. We found out on Galactica when she shot the Admiral."
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Adama's not an Admiral. He's a Commander, and the fact that he's been shot... it's gutting. It's clear that she thinks he's dead; the pure panic on her face, and it's like she's been punched in the gut. The two years, the fact that it's Sharon-- that's all by the wayside, right now. It's just Lee, his dad, and that he's apparently been shot.
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"And not long after that, Cally shot Boomer while she was being transported through Galactica. Though, I guess that didn't matter much. The cylons resurrect. Kill one, and they wake up in an identical body."
It's frakking crazy, he knows, and he remembers when he first heard about it, how much it was to take in. He can't imagine how it must be, dealing with all this and Darrow at the same time.
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"What?" That's all she's got to start with, when he says that they're unkillable.
And Sharon's dead.
But she's not.
And she shot Admiral Adama.
Who is apparently fine.
And Kara's handcuffed to a bed after being shot and she's 90% sure that there's a part of her that's now in a Cylon cryobank or something now and he's just talking about this like it makes sense.
"I-"
There's a lack of words, and she's just staring at Lee in horror, until finally she grinds out the words, "Get the cuffs off me, Lee." The way she says it is rough, but her eyes skip everywhere but him because she's holding herself together by her frakking fingernails because she's lost her gods-damned mind and she just has to get the cuff off. He's got to get the cuff off, and before he can even answer her, her voice rises. "Get the cuff off, Lee!"
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"Kara, there's a procedure. We'll talk to the DA, probably get you off with a warning, but we can't just uncuff you yet."
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Mostly because she's popped stitches straining to get herself out of it, and suddenly it hurts like she's been punched in the gut on top of her recent surgeries. "Get me the frak out of here." The words are lower, and she's staring out the window because she feels like a rat in a trap, like there's so much more going on here and she doesn't even know if Lee's real, given what he's told her. Kara may have just lost her gods-damned mind somewhere along the way-- she's not even sure of that much.
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"I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. You just... you just have to be patient, okay?"
Gods. He's asking Kara Thrace to be patient. He knows how frakking stubborn she is, but there's really no way around it right now, as much as he wishes there was.
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"That's it. Just get me the frak out of here."
Looking back at the window, she just waits. Eventually, somebody'll come back here with keys. She knows they will, if Lee's even real. If he's real, they'll come back with keys.