Gazing across at Apollo, a grin lifted Starbuck’s lips. She’d done it. Got something right. Placing her palm against the inside of her canopy, she watched as Lee mirrored her from his.
It’d been a close call; their interlocked Vipers barely clearing the closing bay doors before Galactica jumped.
As the combat high released it’s hold, Kara’s hands fell to her lap and she clenched them, trying to still the shaking that rose upwards along cramping arms to her chest.
He’d almost died. She thought he had once already. What about next time?
Cats have nine lives, right?