|rap541 (rap541) wrote,|
@ 2008-09-17 17:46:00
Alpha and Omega part 68 - "The Devil in the Details"
Woo, Part 68! Kara/Gaeta extravaganza big table fic, guest starring Sam!
Title - "The Devil in the Details"
Prompt - lightening - 068
Word Count - 1341
Summary - Sam takes a moment to make sure things are ok.
Author's note - the story is better if you read it in order on the table. the table is here
It was dark when Sam woke up. He felt like hell, that was the truth, and he didn’t feel much like getting off the cot he was on, but the situation was bad. He crawled out of bed and rose to his feet. The large basement room was dark, except for the brilliant flashes of lightening coming from the small window. A hell of a storm, he thought, as the wind whistled above them. The storm of the century, and he suspected that he was one of three people alive to witness it.
Kara was lying on the old couch curled up next to Felix. For a moment, Sam felt a twinge of jealousy and then he let it go. He wanted Kara to be happy, and he wanted Kara at his side, and the only way he got both was if he didn’t throw a fit. Felix Gaeta was the man waiting in the shadows, he knew that, and he also knew who Kara was going to be grieving for in the next few weeks and it wasn’t the dark complexioned man on the couch. That’s life, Sam thought suddenly. I’ve found the woman I could live with forever, and I am dying. He looked at Gaeta, his emotions harsh. You better be worth it, he thought.
Gaeta’s eyes fluttered open as the lightening flashed again. He blinked and then seemed to focus on Sam. “You’re awake.”
“So are you,” Sam said after a moment. It was dark, but early in the evening, and the storm still sounded bad. If Kara awoke, she would want to be active, she would want to start moving. In the dim light, he could see just how tired she really was. She would have to fly them to safety… she needed the rest. He grabbed one of the table chairs and sat down opposite Gaeta. He was close to being certain, but he wanted to be sure. Once he was dead, there would be no opportunity to ask questions. “I wanted to talk to you. About what Cavil said.”
Gaeta shifted slightly, grimacing. “I’m sure,” Gaeta said softly, “that whatever he told you was something he got out of my military file, and therefore true.”
“But the devil is in the details.” Sam said. “I shot the man who built this shelter. He was a friend of mine, he was the guy who got me recruited into the pro leagues, and I shot him in the head. When I say it like that… I sound like a real bastard.” And it still hurt to think about, but he pressed on. “The details though… He broke his leg and the Centurions were coming so he told us he’d cover us. We got away, and I could see Centurions holding him, and not killing him and I knew what would happen, so I got him in my sights with my rifle, and I shot him. It was necessary. I didn’t like doing it, but I had to think of everyone. Cavil said you gunned down a teenage girl that was holding a baby during the miners siege on Sagiterra. That she was begging for her life and you got off on killing her.”
After a moment, Gaeta nodded slightly. “Cavil likes to twist things… That’s his game.” The lightening flashed again. “I did kill that girl, and her baby… but it wasn’t as simple as just going crazy in a blood rage and killing anything I saw.” He sighed. “On the teams, one of the first things they teach you is to not regard the enemy as people. The enemy was just an amorphous blob of… things.” He looked intently at Sam. “It’s a lot easier to pull the trigger when you’re shooting at enemies and not at people. And… I shot a lot of enemies. A lot.” He chuckled darkly. “On that mission alone… I think about it and I try to count, but there were so many. But I remember the girl because she… was a person….” Gaeta shrugged, or tried to and winced in pain. “I was hurt. A mine had gone off and I took a load of shrapnel in my legs. I was lucky, I was immobile but my injuries weren’t… life threatening or immediately crippling. I was conscious and I wasn’t badly hurt compared to the others so I was handed a rifle and ordered to guard the wounded.”
He stopped, clearly struggling against the pain. Sam spared a glance at Kara and was surprised to see that her eyes were open but only just. She was half asleep, in a dream state, listening but not likely to remember what was said except perhaps subconsciously. Sam didn’t draw attention to her, sensing that Gaeta probably wouldn’t continue if he knew. “So what happened?”
“I was guarding them. They weren’t from my team but they were SRT and I was SRT and I was the only one who wasn’t in a daze from the painkillers. It was my job, my duty to protect them… from the enemy. And this girl… she was fourteen maybe, dressed like one of the miners, and she was holding a baby in one hand and a big kitchen knife in the other. She didn’t see me and I… didn’t understand what she was doing at first. She knelt down and cut the throat of one of the wounded, a woman from Delta Team. I saw blood spray and I think she was surprised too. She jumped and then she moved to the next person and… I couldn’t let her do it. So I pointed my rifle at her and told her to stop. She looked at me and she said “but you’re the enemy” … I think she had a point there, but I shot her, just the same. And she died. The baby died…I didn’t mean to kill the baby but she held it in front of her, thinking I wouldn’t shoot. They died, and no one came for hours and all I could think about was why she thought *I* was the enemy when I was there to save her, to liberate her… and in the end all I did was kill her. And, aside from the obvious, I had no idea why I was there with a gun, or why she hated the government so much that she was playing commando when she should have been sitting in school.” Gaeta paused. “I got a medal and a lot of praise and I was damn lucky I didn’t end up crippled…. But to this day, I don’t know why I had to be there, and I don’t know why that girl and her baby had to die.” He looked at Sam, his expression intent. “I don’t apologize for being the SRTU or the things that I did while I was there, but I realized I couldn’t be the person I had to be in order to stay there. I had a breakdown… I couldn’t just kill people without knowing why. But… you’re worried I’m some sort of psycho killer and I’m not,” He chuckled and winced at the pain it caused. “You can ask Kara. I’m the ship coward… This mission is the first real mission I‘ve been on since the miners rebellion.” He looked at Sam. “Does that ease your mind? I told Cavil, and I’ll tell you… I lost my taste for killing people a long time ago. That doesn’t mean I can’t or I won’t if it’s necessary… but in my experience it’s rarely necessary.”
Sam hesitated. “That’s good enough for me… but I somehow doubt you’ll be able to live the rest of your life without pulling the trigger a few more times.”
“I’m not afraid…” Gaeta eyed him sadly. “If I’ve learned anything on this stupid frakked mission, it’s that I can still do all the tricks… all of them. Especially the ones I don’t like knowing.”
And to that, Sam suspected there wasn’t much left to say.