|rap541 (rap541) wrote,|
@ 2008-10-03 18:21:00
Alpha and Omega part 69 - "Wake Up"
Woo!Part 69! Of Alpha and Omega my big damn table fic! Kara and her menfolk are finally returning to the Galactica! Dun dun DUN!
Title: "Wake Up"
Prompt - 069 -Thunder
Word count: 1139
Author's note - this is part of a series. I recommend reading the stories in prompt order on the table. The table is here. http://rapfic.livejournal.com/8449.h
Kara cursed as she watched the rain splatter against the Raptor’s window. It was early morning, before the sunrise. The storm was still going, and during the night the air had warmed. On the plus side, it was warmer. On the other hand, the rain was cold and there hadn’t been any rain gear in the otherwise well stocked emergency shelter, so while her flight suit had kept her reasonably dry, Sam and Felix were soaking wet. It was clear as well that Felix was in a lot of pain. He was in the ECO spot, shivering and shaking, and looking surprisingly flush.
Sam had taken the copilot seat and he looked pale and wet, but not as shaky as Felix did. He didn’t have a flight suit, and Felix only had the ripped remains of his flight suit’s pants. That made her nervous. If the Raptor picked up any holes leaving the planet, the two men would be dead within minutes.
Which meant it was all on her shoulders, exactly the way she liked things. “All right,” she said out loud. “All we have to do is get out of the planet’s atmosphere and jump. Gaeta, the first jump better be ready.”
He nodded, and coughed into his hand. He didn’t look good, she thought nervously, but math was his subject, and speed was an issue. He’ll be ok, she told herself as the Raptor slowly rose. He was hurt, and Cottle wasn’t going to be happy about the aggravated knee injury, or the mess of deep gashes, but those were superficial things. She didn’t like thinking about it, but she was beginning to think Sam was the one to worry about. He hadn’t been complaining, but he had been slow, and ghostly white, and the man she had first met in Delphi hadn’t been the sort to sit back and let others fight. It’s good we’re heading back, she thought forcefully as the lightening and thunder rattled the small ship.
But she couldn’t resist a lingering look at the ground as it fell. It was, after all, the last time she would see it. Sam looked as well, and he seemed suddenly pensive. “You know,” he said softly, “I love you. I… just wanted to say it. Just in case.”
She almost laughed, because it was just so ridiculously cliché. “Sam, it’s gonna be all right. We’re almost home.” But as she spoke, three Cylon raiders appeared in front of the Raptor. “Frak! Gaeta, spin the drive!”
Kara cursed again as she maneuvered the stiff Raptor through the clouds. An atmosphere jump was too risky, too likely to stress the Raptor and cause the leak that would kill Sam and Felix. “Come on….” she muttered as the clouds slowly turned to dark blue and then the black of space with the clear white light of familiar stars. Enjoy the last look, she thought. “Prepare to jump!”
The jump wave washed over her, and the dradis looked clear. She turned back to Felix. He was shivering and sweating but he smiled. “I think we did it,” he said. “I think we’re going to get away.”
“We’re safer, but we still have jumps,” Kara said, feeling suddenly concerned. He looked much worse than he had before. The sweat on his brow made no sense considering his obvious shivering. “Felix, are you sick?”
After a moment he nodded. “I’m too hot and then I’m cold… I must have picked something up.” He shrugged. “I’m all right… My back and chest hurt and I feel congested but I’m ok. We need to keep jumping. Let me work, all right?”
He was better at the math so she let him start the calculations. Sam was taking a nap in the copilot seat and she didn’t see the point in waking him. He wasn’t a romantic about the view and she wanted to keep an eye on Felix, who was, she could see, trying very hard to look better than he actually was.
But the jumps progressed without incident. It was boring and it gave her too much time to think. There wouldn’t be any more trips to Caprica, she was fairly certain of that. All of the resistance groups Sam had known about had perished and they hadn’t found anyone other than Sam alive. Going back for more survivors wasn’t going to be worth the lengthy amount of time and resources that the fleet would have to spend to do it, and she suspected that finding survivors would be impossible.
And Felix *was* sick. That, on top of his injuries, concerned her. She didn’t like the coughing or the fact that he was obviously running a fever, and she especially didn’t like the dark stains that were slowly becoming more obvious on his sweatshirt. “Are you still bleeding?”
“I don’t know,” Gaeta said after a long moment. “I’m still wet from the rain. Don’t…” his tone took on an ugly edge as she reached to touch him. “It hurts… This is the last jump and I can barely concentrate and I need to be able to think.”
“So get to it,” she said, sounding more harsh than she felt. She could do the coordinates herself but even sick, Gaeta was quicker at it. If he seemed to be in a foul mood, she could concede that that she was never a prize to be around when she was sick. It was just dull and nerve wracking, with Sam asleep and Felix bent over the ECO station. Finally Felix looked up.
“The coordinates are ready,” he said. She nodded and watched as he started to spin the drive. All right, she thought as she maneuvered the Raptor, lets go. The inversion wave from the jump washed over her and suddenly she could see the fleet.
“Galactica, this is Starbuck,” she said, giving the words just the right amount of amused drawl.
There was a lengthy pause and then Bill Adama’s voice growled through the wireless. “Starbuck, this is Galactica Actual. It’s good to hear your voice.”
“And yours, Galactica.” She manipulated the Raptor into a waiting position. “Things were good but I need priority landing clearance and medical assistance.” She wasn’t surprised that Gaeta didn’t protest that.
“Understood. Get your ship landed.” She nodded despite the fact that Adama couldn’t see it. He would be there to meet them if she understood his tone.
The landing went smoothly but she made a point of being more careful than normal. Cracking up on the landing was not her plan. She didn’t relax until Chief Tyrol’s crew started moving around the outside and then she let out the breath she was holding. Then she reached over to shake Sam. “Come on, wake up! You slept through the whole trip!”
But he didn’t wake up.