Title: We Are...
Rating: Teen for one word
Pairing: vaguely A/R
Spoilers: Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II
Summary: There's a term for what they are now, if only Laura could remember it.
Disclaimer: I only own the many dreams of Mary that plague (see dazzle) my young mind.


What are we, Laura had asked herself repeatedly in the last few months. Her first answer had been surviving. For her, dying. Now, it was…something, something intangible.

The Reaper was following them; she could sense it as keenly as she felt Bill’s arms brushing firmly against hers. They had come to a standstill at this place where their fate was sealed. As Baltar raised his right hand, her heart plummeted to new lows. There was no going back now. She could not change the decision she had made.

What are we now? The back of his hand touched hers and he broke his ironclad focus on Baltar to look to her briefly. We are noble.

The new President completed his oath. No great hell descended immediately upon them, but a strange and precious light filled Baltar’s eyes. It was a narcissistic illumination at all the power within his incapable grasp. Laura shuddered within, shivering little outwardly. She knew the answer now.

To use an ancient and disused colloquialism, We are fucked.

 

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