Now That I Know


Summary: A short one shot about regret.
Timeline: Around the end of Season Four, BSG.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Starbuck/Kat
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, unfortunately. They are the property of the creators and owners of Battlestar Galactica. I make no profit from this.


We fought, all the time. Cracked heads like nobody else on Galactica. She was strong, pushing me all the time. Making me crazy when she ignored everything I said; when she questioned every command. We came so close to getting physical so many times, just holding back from beating the hell out of each other. . .but something always stopped us. Still, our words were always harsh, full of anger.

Wish I could take it all back.

She was as headstrong and arrogant as me, but she was braver. She was better. I never really got the chance to tell her how much I truly came to respect her; not only that, but how I really felt.

Kat got under my skin, and she never knew exactly why. Maybe she felt it on some level, understood why I kept pushing her; pushing her away. But I dunno if she knew at all, and now I wish I could just look into her eyes and tell her.

I didn't know how to deal with it back then. Didn't know how she'd react. I'd do anything to have that chance now.

If I had the chance again, I'd tell her. I was dumb, wrong, I let us both down. . .but I know how I feel about her now. I know that I cared. I wanted her. I wanted to be close to her. For the first time in my life I wanted more than what I had. I wanted more than the flying, the fighting, the rush of being out there in the black sky. . .just me and the Viper. I was forever being Starbuck and never being Kara.

I know now that I wanted to be Kara for her. I wanted to be different and it scared me. And now it's too late. Far too late.

She's long gone.

We're so close to Earth I can smell it; just a jump away. . .and all I wanna do is share it with her. I wanna share it all. I wanna give her my heart so she can take away the hardness and the pain. All I have left of her is a picture, and a head full of regret that my heart can't handle.

I wish I could do it all again. Live it all again and get it right.

We shoulda been so much more than what we were. She should be stood by me now - not just a picture on the wall.


The End

 

 

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