Neither BtVS nor Battlestar Galactica belong to me. The fic title and text in the pic are from “Shattered” by Trading Yesterday, which was the prompt for this fic. All images were obtained from Google. The background belongs to Immortal Memories
BtVS through Season 7 and all of BSG (the reimagined series), just to be safe. Also, if you've never seen BSG, this will make no sense. At all. If you have and it still doesn't make sense, well, there's a method to my madness. ;)Summary:
When the veil of reality thins, and life becomes a waking dream. And Sam remembers. Written as a Secret Santa present for kerrykhat over at The Rooftop
A/N: I know chapters for some of my other fics are long overdue, but sadly the muse works in mysterious ways. And this was a Christmas present! So it’s totally not my fault that this ficlet has since sprouted wings… Yeah, that’s it… +++
As Sam stepped out of the laboratory and into the busy street, he was astonished to find himself enveloped in the bright sunlight.
It couldn’t be midday; and yet the proof was there, shining above him. Under the lab’s harsh and unyielding fluorescents, time blurred, blending minutes into hours and sometimes – like now – into days. But the sun was absolute – and it told him that he needed to get home.
Still, he took a moment to tilt his head up toward the sun, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt its warm rays wash over him. And though they were on the brink of an inevitable conflict, he couldn’t help but smile.
After all, he and the others were so close to perfecting organic memory transfer; it was only a matter of time. And even better, after working nonstop on it for over 24 hours, he was going home to his girl.
It seemed impossible that they had only known each other for just a handful of months, that the world just felt right
now that she was there, with him.
Sam opened his eyes and immediately began his brisk walk home, the enjoyment in the sun forgotten, though the smile remained.
He never knew why it was him that had found her huddled in the corner of that doorway, or how a human had gotten there on Earth in the first place. He especially didn’t know why she was identical to the woman in his vision, the one who warned him of the impending holocaust on Earth. It had to mean something, though, and because of that, he had kept his find to himself. That and the fact that she had looked so lost, so… broken. Nothing like the serene woman in his vision.
Before he had known what he was doing, he had offered her help, a place to stay until she got better.
And then she had gotten better, but she still stayed. And for the first time since he had received the dire message about Earth’s destruction, Sam had felt hope.
He was practically beaming now as every step brought him closer to her. Realizing how foolish he probably looked, he quickly smothered his grin. At this rate, he would blurt out everything about her to the first person who asked, and that could be disastrous; he had no idea what the reaction would be, if it became known that a human had mysteriously appeared on Earth. As it was, only a trusted few knew the truth about her, and he wanted to keep it that way.
For a brief second, a frown flashed across his features. How was he going to get her to the lab without raising too much unwanted attention from anyone, even from his own friends and coworkers? Because no one
could know what he and Ellen were up to, not yet.
He was right in going to Ellen, to ask for help. She understood. And she was just brilliant enough to pull it off. He hoped so anyway. Their future depended on it.
As he arrived at his destination, Sam shook his head, not allowing himself to think of what failure would mean. His quickly stepped into their home, the smile returning in earnest as he heard her humming a familiar melody. It was that song, the one she said reminded her of a mentor of hers.
When he had first heard it, he liked it so much that he had picked out the tune on his guitar. Now it had become their
Grinning, Sam rounded the corner and found her standing over the sink, washing dishes. Though she obviously had heard him enter – for he had quickly learned that she had abilities that were more Cylon than human – she continued the task at hand.
In three quick strides, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace as he inhaled her scent.
She turned around in his arms and smiled up at him, hazel eyes sparkling. She still didn’t smile too often, but when she did, it was like the sun itself, and for a moment, he was blinded.
“Sam,” she breathed as she returned his embrace, soapy hands and all.
Sam awoke with a start.
Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize that he was in bed. It took another moment to realize that he wasn’t alone. He looked over at the sleeping blonde, who was now slightly stirring, and blinked.
The name died on his lips as he finally got his bearings again. The woman beside him wasn’t this Buffy; it was Kara, his wife
. Kara would skin him alive if he woke her up, saying another woman’s name. If he was lucky.
And yet the dream felt so real. He could still feel it clinging to him now. That face. Those eyes. That smile.
But it was just a dream…
Sam lay back down, forcing himself to relax. He wrapped an arm around Kara and drew her closer. As he did, he breathed in the scent of her hair, trying to erase all vestiges of that unsettling dream.
It was the wrong thing to do. The familiarity of that gesture brought everything rushing back, and he knew – he knew
– that this
wasn’t right, that this wasn’t the right bed, that she wasn’t the right blonde, that this wasn’t the right life.
He had felt
the sunlight on his face, could still feel it now. And now that he knew, there was no unknowing, that once he had something real, something right, and all he had now was the illusion. +++
A/N: So what did you think? And am I crazy to think that maybe, just maybe, I should make a series out of this?