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Nov. 14th, 2002 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceYet another BSG thing:
If there's anything Starbuck knows about it's rumours. The rumours back on Caprica that he was the abandoned son of a socialite who couldn't be bothered to keep him. The rumours that he earned his way into the Academy on his back. The rumours that he only qualified top of his class because of the same. He never bothered correcting them, why should he? He knows that it was hard work that got him into and through the Academy, and not the fact that he gives the best blow job this side of the 12 colonies. He's never felt the need to justify himself, not then and certainly not now. He never told anyone of the small boy who used to lie on the roof of the Caprica Orphanage and dream of going into space. Never told them about Sirius, the old man who lived next to the forest, who would tell Starbuck about his adventures as a Warrior, who told of stars and ships and worlds beyond imagination. Never told them that he'd looked out into the sea of people on the day he graduated with one person in mind, never told them about the grey eyes he saw looking back at him with pride.
And he's kept it with him always, the memory of the first person he ever really thought of as family. Kept it locked alongside the gratitude that Sirius passed over before the Cylons came, before he could see his beloved Caprica ground down to rumble. And it's only now that he lets it out. Comes here every yahren on this date. And with nothing but the hum of the Galactica's engines keeping him company he thanks the Lords for the one man who set him on this path. Thanks the Lords for the man who listened when Starbuck spoke and who soothed when Starbuck cried. But most of all, he thanks the Lords for the man who told him never to hold back from love, who heard beyond the words when Starbuck told him he was in love with his best friend. The man who took a scared young pilot by the hands and told him that if he was brave enough to fly among the stars then he was brave enough to reach out to the one person that mattered.
"'Buck?"
He was so wrapped up he never heard Apollo enter.
"I got your message. I came as soon as I was off duty."
But he's still looking out of the window, still looking out among the stars.
"'Buck, what's wrong?"
And he can hear the concern in his lover's voice as arms wrap around him, Apollo's chin resting on his shoulder.
"Nothing's wrong, 'Pol. I just wanted to tell you about someone."
"Should I be worried?"
The words are tinged with laughter, but he can hear the edge of worry that Apollo can't stop. The edge of worry that Starbuck answers by entwining their fingers together and raising one of Apollo's hands to his lips, dropping a soft kiss onto the skin.
"His name was Sirius, and he was the only man I ever thought of as 'Father'..."
And Starbuck keeps talking, and Apollo keeps listening, and the Galactica keeps running through the long night.
~
Well, at least I'm writing, right... ;)
If there's anything Starbuck knows about it's rumours. The rumours back on Caprica that he was the abandoned son of a socialite who couldn't be bothered to keep him. The rumours that he earned his way into the Academy on his back. The rumours that he only qualified top of his class because of the same. He never bothered correcting them, why should he? He knows that it was hard work that got him into and through the Academy, and not the fact that he gives the best blow job this side of the 12 colonies. He's never felt the need to justify himself, not then and certainly not now. He never told anyone of the small boy who used to lie on the roof of the Caprica Orphanage and dream of going into space. Never told them about Sirius, the old man who lived next to the forest, who would tell Starbuck about his adventures as a Warrior, who told of stars and ships and worlds beyond imagination. Never told them that he'd looked out into the sea of people on the day he graduated with one person in mind, never told them about the grey eyes he saw looking back at him with pride.
And he's kept it with him always, the memory of the first person he ever really thought of as family. Kept it locked alongside the gratitude that Sirius passed over before the Cylons came, before he could see his beloved Caprica ground down to rumble. And it's only now that he lets it out. Comes here every yahren on this date. And with nothing but the hum of the Galactica's engines keeping him company he thanks the Lords for the one man who set him on this path. Thanks the Lords for the man who listened when Starbuck spoke and who soothed when Starbuck cried. But most of all, he thanks the Lords for the man who told him never to hold back from love, who heard beyond the words when Starbuck told him he was in love with his best friend. The man who took a scared young pilot by the hands and told him that if he was brave enough to fly among the stars then he was brave enough to reach out to the one person that mattered.
"'Buck?"
He was so wrapped up he never heard Apollo enter.
"I got your message. I came as soon as I was off duty."
But he's still looking out of the window, still looking out among the stars.
"'Buck, what's wrong?"
And he can hear the concern in his lover's voice as arms wrap around him, Apollo's chin resting on his shoulder.
"Nothing's wrong, 'Pol. I just wanted to tell you about someone."
"Should I be worried?"
The words are tinged with laughter, but he can hear the edge of worry that Apollo can't stop. The edge of worry that Starbuck answers by entwining their fingers together and raising one of Apollo's hands to his lips, dropping a soft kiss onto the skin.
"His name was Sirius, and he was the only man I ever thought of as 'Father'..."
And Starbuck keeps talking, and Apollo keeps listening, and the Galactica keeps running through the long night.
~
Well, at least I'm writing, right... ;)
