Starbuck/Apollo
Mar. 29th, 2004 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveA bit ago I posted a S/A fic, Even Trades, which was part of a larger story (yet unwritten). This takes place after Even Trades, and is also part of that as-yet-still-unwritten story.
Waiting In the Wing
(sequel of sorts to Even Trades)
by James
The mood on the Galactica and throughout the entire Fleet was...joyful. Starbuck didn't know if you could call it anything else.
Starbuck didn't know if it was that huge a deal in the grand scheme of things, but they'd had so little to live on that any excuse for celebration was grabbed with all hands and held onto tightly. Besides which, it probably was a miracle.
The Pegasus had returned.
Several of the warriors had always professed the belief that Cain and his flagship had survived. Starbuck privately felt it was more due to wanting to believe, than any sincere belief that Cain could have survived. Certainly no one had blamed those personnel who'd been left aboard the Galactica, for believing their home battleship had survived.
Then one day, without any warning, the Pegasus had returned. Starbuck had been in sleep period when the call had come in, but within a centar everyone was buzzing about the news. Sheba had sat on her bunk and cried for two centons before joining the patrol that flew out to greet her father.
The Fleet had stopped and everyone had joined in the impromptu celebration, which had lasted an entire day. Then, with some minor shuffling of personnel, the Fleet had resumed its course, two battleships strong.
It was impossible to miss the way everyone had grown more optimistic about their chances for everything. Suddenly people were smiling in the accessways, and talking about how soon they might find Earth. Not whether. But when. Even those who had doubted the most loudly, were now proponents of Commander Adama's plan.
Starbuck noticed that no one was snide enough to point out the radical change of hearts.
Despite his own relief, and, yes, joy at the Pegasus' return, he hoped things would settle down soon. It was nice to have the workload of protecting the Fleet spread out among two battleships, and even Starbuck could tell that the warriors and bridge personnel seemed a lot less stressed. Adama himself looked like he'd had the weight on his shoulders cut in half.
It helped that Cain seemed perfectly willing to go along with Adama's plan this time. What else was there to do, though, but fly through deep space and hope they found something?
But to further avoid any...misunderstandings, the Commander had assigned a few personnel to serve as liaison to the Pegasus. Sheba was back on her father's ship, serving as their liaison officer. A Captain Stark from the Pegasus was on the Galactica, coordinating with Lieutenant Bril. And over there, working with Sheba, was Captain Apollo.
He still lived on the Galactica, and still took his patrols with the Blue Squadron. But his regular work shifts were all over on the Pegasus. For three sectons, Apollo had been on the Pegasus all day, returning just in time to pick up his son and head back to his quarters.
Starbuck didn't like to complain, but he wondered if Cain couldn't be talked into vanishing again.
Waiting In the Wing
(sequel of sorts to Even Trades)
by James
The mood on the Galactica and throughout the entire Fleet was...joyful. Starbuck didn't know if you could call it anything else.
Starbuck didn't know if it was that huge a deal in the grand scheme of things, but they'd had so little to live on that any excuse for celebration was grabbed with all hands and held onto tightly. Besides which, it probably was a miracle.
The Pegasus had returned.
Several of the warriors had always professed the belief that Cain and his flagship had survived. Starbuck privately felt it was more due to wanting to believe, than any sincere belief that Cain could have survived. Certainly no one had blamed those personnel who'd been left aboard the Galactica, for believing their home battleship had survived.
Then one day, without any warning, the Pegasus had returned. Starbuck had been in sleep period when the call had come in, but within a centar everyone was buzzing about the news. Sheba had sat on her bunk and cried for two centons before joining the patrol that flew out to greet her father.
The Fleet had stopped and everyone had joined in the impromptu celebration, which had lasted an entire day. Then, with some minor shuffling of personnel, the Fleet had resumed its course, two battleships strong.
It was impossible to miss the way everyone had grown more optimistic about their chances for everything. Suddenly people were smiling in the accessways, and talking about how soon they might find Earth. Not whether. But when. Even those who had doubted the most loudly, were now proponents of Commander Adama's plan.
Starbuck noticed that no one was snide enough to point out the radical change of hearts.
Despite his own relief, and, yes, joy at the Pegasus' return, he hoped things would settle down soon. It was nice to have the workload of protecting the Fleet spread out among two battleships, and even Starbuck could tell that the warriors and bridge personnel seemed a lot less stressed. Adama himself looked like he'd had the weight on his shoulders cut in half.
It helped that Cain seemed perfectly willing to go along with Adama's plan this time. What else was there to do, though, but fly through deep space and hope they found something?
But to further avoid any...misunderstandings, the Commander had assigned a few personnel to serve as liaison to the Pegasus. Sheba was back on her father's ship, serving as their liaison officer. A Captain Stark from the Pegasus was on the Galactica, coordinating with Lieutenant Bril. And over there, working with Sheba, was Captain Apollo.
He still lived on the Galactica, and still took his patrols with the Blue Squadron. But his regular work shifts were all over on the Pegasus. For three sectons, Apollo had been on the Pegasus all day, returning just in time to pick up his son and head back to his quarters.
Starbuck didn't like to complain, but he wondered if Cain couldn't be talked into vanishing again.