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[BSG] [Gen] [K] A New Dawn, A New Day

Written for the Family_Haven (Incest-Free) Family Ficathon, Round 2, and demonstrating a broad definition of family.

Title: A New Dawn, A New Day
Rating: K
Spoilers: up to and including Revelations
Word Count: 518 words
Written For: frolicndetour
Prompt: Kara, Adama, Aurora statue (season four)
Author's Notes: (1) Thank you to sabaceanbabe for beta-reading. (2) The title has little to do with the fic. I was just in the mood for some Nina Simone.
Summary: How the Aurora statue came back into Kara’s hands after she’d given it to Adama.

A New Dawn, A New Day


Roslin had made it clear she believed Kara was crazy or worse, and still Kara had never had a moment’s doubt that she could find Earth. Now, after what felt like an eternity of fruitless wandering on the Demetrius, Kara wasn’t sure if she was losing the way to Earth, or her mind. Maybe Roslin had been right – maybe Kara’s crew was right. She didn’t know anymore.

She absently turned the small figure in her fingers. Aurora. Goddess of the Dawn.




Kara watched the last of the supplies being carried aboard the Demetrius with an incredible sense of relief. She didn’t just believe that she could find Earth, she believed that she had to. It was a drive, a need that had been growing since she’d landed her Viper back on Galactica. It was an itch beneath the skin that worsened with each passing minute, with each obstruction she faced. The growing distance between Galactica and the path she needed to follow was slow, excruciating torture. She would’ve gone mad if the Admiral hadn’t decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

The Old Man himself came and stood next to her. “What do you hear, Starbuck?” he asked softly.

“Nothing but the rain, Sir.”

“Looks like you’re about ready to start the hunt.”

“Yes, Sir. We’re just putting the finishing touches on.”

Without turning to face her, the Admiral extended his hand to her. She took the object he offered, wrapped in a clean white handkerchief. She carefully unwrapped it to find an idol of Aurora.

“I gave this to you,” she said in surprise. “It was a gift.”

“What do you know about Aurora, Captain?”

Kara looked down at the fragile deity in her hands. “Aurora is the bringer of the dawn. Each day she rides ahead of the sun, raising it into the sky.”

Admiral Adama spared her a quick side-long glance, a small fond smile. “Where is Aurora’s temple, Kara?”

The realization came upon Kara like the dawn. “With the 13th tribe. On Earth.”

Adama turned towards her, closing her palm over the figure and wrapping both his hands around hers as she held it. He looked her in the eye. “Take her home, Captain.”

Kara nodded solemnly, feeling the full weight of his hope, of the trust he was choosing to place in her. Bill Adama had been a father to her, tried to guide her and set an example for her. But now, like the father of a grown daughter, he was letting go. He was putting his faith in her, giving her the chance to follow her own path – in the most literal way.

She wanted to express her gratitude, but knew no words that were sufficient. Adama had never had much use for words anyway, so she simply gave him the ones she knew he’d want to hear.

“I will, Admiral. Home, and back again.”




In her quarters aboard the Demetrius, Kara looked down at Aurora and felt her resolve strengthen. Setting the tiny goddess on the desk, she unfurled her maps and set back to work.

Comments

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catku
Aug. 2nd, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
This is nice missing scene.
I'm not sure I"ve ever read any of your BSG fic.
I was sure you were "done" with all that.

Nice to read. I always like your writing style.
squeelated
Aug. 3rd, 2008 02:18 am (UTC)
*eyebrows* Done? Why ever would you think that?

And thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 3rd, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
Done with BSG..i just never see you talking about it anymore :)
catku
Aug. 3rd, 2008 04:06 pm (UTC)
That was me...obviously...
squeelated
Aug. 3rd, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Ah. I rarely talk about it because I'm usually a week or two behind in watching it. I'm still fangirling it!
frolicndetour
Aug. 4th, 2008 05:29 am (UTC)
Okay, first off, please forgive the late comment. I haven't been online much recently, but I was hoping that you (whoever you were!) would choose this particular prompt, so thank you so much!

She didn’t just believe that she could find Earth, she believed that she had to. It was a drive, a need that had been growing since she’d landed her Viper back on Galactica. It was an itch beneath the skin that worsened with each passing minute, with each obstruction she faced.

I love this opening - the way you describe her internal conflict rings so true to the what we saw on the show. Like it was a physical craving, almost. You convey that sense of desperation very well.


The Old Man himself came and stood next to her. “What do you hear, Starbuck?” he asked softly.

“Nothing but the rain, Sir.”


I like the callback to the Mini here. Seems very appropriate - especially since he says it again when he's leaving to find Roslin.


Adama turned towards her, closing her palm over the figure and wrapping both his hands around hers as she held it. He looked her in the eye. “Take her home, Captain.”


I can picture his intensity in this little scene - that seems very Adama.

I love the way the end mirrors the beginning. This is a wonderful piece; exactly what I was looking for. Thanks again. =)

Edited at 2008-08-04 05:30 am (UTC)
thekatebeyond
Aug. 12th, 2008 05:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the detailed feedback! Sorry I didn't respond sooner, but I've been out of town for the better part of two weeks. (In fact, I wrote this on the train, somewhere in the middle of Georgia.) I'm so tickled that you liked it. It was a challenging prompt, but I love Kara and Adama as a family relationship. Great choice!
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