"The Lies We Sell Ourselves"

BSG; Kara/Sam; Rated PG
A missing scene after the episode Exodus, Part 2.





Kara smiled, trying again to make him understand. "Leaving the Fleet is the right thing to do. It's not about what I want, it's about what's best for our family."

"What family?"

"You, me and Kacey," Kara explained logically.

Sam grabbed her by the arms and tried to reason with her. "Kacey isn't your daughter, Kara. I don't know what that frakkin' toaster did to you on New Caprica, but --"

Kara jerked free of his grasp and took a step backwards. "I've told you: nothing happened on New Caprica that I couldn't handle. Kacey is my daughter. She's mine." Her words came out in jumble. "They took from me, back on Caprica, and she looks just like I did when I was her age. So soft and vulnerable, and she needs me."

Sam shook his head, trying to see a hint of the old Kara, the one he'd fallen in love with, in this stranger's eyes. "She's not your daughter."

Tears hovered at the edge of Kara's eyes, warring with a fervor bordering on insanity. "You don't know what the frak you're talking about!" she screamed.

Sam reached out and pulled her close, bracing himself for resistance and encountering none. "Sometimes," he said quietly, kissing her temple, "we can want something so badly we make ourselves believe it's true." He rocked gently, holding her in his arms. She'd never been so compliant before, not even in the horrific first days of the Cylon occupation, before they'd taken her away. They'd stolen a part of her, of his Kara, and that made him hate them even more. "No matter how much we want something, wanting doesn't make it so." Even as he said the words, he wondered who he was really trying to reassure.




Copyright May 2008 by Cait N.


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