When Cally knocked on her door at three in the morning, Kara pretended she had been asleep, instead of playing cards with herself and slowly going insane, accompanied by her thoughts. She brushed the budding moisture from her eyes and pulled a shirt on over her bra. Throwing the door open, she didn't really know who she expected to see. Helo? Athena? Hell, they were the only people she was close to on this whole frakking planet. But when she opened the door and there was Cally Tyrol on the other side of her doorstep, she was surprised, shocked, even.
"Cally?" She couldn't hide the confusion in her voice or on her face. Yes, she knew Cally, had known her for well over seven years, but they had never been friends, never even had a conversation, aside from idle chat about Kara's viper. Infact, she had always found Cally to be a bit annoying, at least while they were on Galactica. But then again, people change.
"Hi- hi, Kara. I was wondering... do you want to talk?"
Kara's first reaction was to laugh at her and and ask her just what exactly they had to talk about. But she could see the tired look on Cally's face, and figured she hadn't been sleeping very well since the three-year anniversary had passed, either. She ran a hand through her hair and opened the door wider, putting out one of the last cigars she had on the dirt floor.
"Sure, Cally, why the hell not. Come in."
Cally made her way into the small, three-room house, pausing to stare at the two photos Kara had had on her person at the time of the crash. One was a copy of a photograph of the entire Galactica crew, taken nearly six years ago right before the decommissioning ceremony. The admiral had made copies and handed them out to the crew. Cally moved her fingers across herself and the Chief, standing side by side and smiling widely, with a lump in her throat. Taped next to that was the photo of Kara, Zak and Lee, taken when she and Zak had just gotten engaged.
Cally smiled as she looked at that photo.
"What?" Kara demanded, trying to swallow the lump in her own throat.
"Lee's expression, in this photo. You and Zak are so happy, and Lee is just standing there, he's not even smiling."
"So what's funny about that?"
"Nothing, it's just... I wonder if he knew, even back then."
Kara rolled her eyes. "Knew what, Cally?"
"That he loved you."
Kara turned away and grabbed the bottle of ambrosia from the windowsill. "How the frak do you know anything about that?"
Cally smiled again, and sat down next to Kara, a sparkle dancing in her eyes. "It was pretty obvious, you and Apollo. The way he felt about you, it was written all over his face all the time."
It was Kara's turn to smile. "Yeah, I guess so." Her voice was soft as she offered Cally a drink. To her surprise, she took the glass. "I didn't know you were a drinker, Cally."
"People change," she replied with a slight smirk.
Kara twisted her thumb ring on and off her finger absentmindedly and took a long, slow sip of her drink.
"So what did you want to talk about? Other than the fact that we're stuck on this planet that was supposed to be our new beginning, so I guess there's nothing left to do but talk. So what's up?"
Cally took a drink from her glass, scrunching up her face at the bitter taste. "I guess I just wanted to talk with someone who knows what I'm going through- what I've been going through for the past three years. And no one here could ever know what that feels like, except you. I mean, Helo and Athena have each other, and you and me, we have, well, we have rainy nights like these." Cally threw back the rest of her drink in one shot.
Kara smiled to herself. Who would've thought she'd ever have anything in common with Cally tyrol, the deck hand who married the Chief and had a baby? She downed her drink as well, and put the glass on the table, for once not tempted to pour another one.
"Ok, so talk."
Three hours later, the sun was just beginning to paint soft pastels across the sky, and Kara and her guest were just beginning to wind down. Kara had listened to Cally talk for the better part of the time, and the two women formed an odd, ragged sort of friendship. Kara listened as Cally talked about her son, and how he would be four by now, running and talking and playing. She had talked about the Chief, but only briefly, and it didn't bring the light to her eyes that talking of her son did. Kara knew it was because the gods-awful thought was always in the back of Cally's mind: Nicholas could never replace his mother, but the Chief could certainly replace his wife. Kara knew the feeling well, because she was always thinking the same thing about Lee. Lee could have easily rekindled his relationship with Dee in the three years since the accident, not that it mattered now, now that...
Kara shook her head, realizing she had spaced out, and Cally was staring at her.
"Sorry," Kara said, a little embarrassed. "I was just-"
"Thinking about Lee?" Cally supplied.
Kara sighed heavily. "Yeah."
"St- Kara, do you think we'll ever find them?"
Kara found herself replying with words that she had no idea she had in her. "We'll find them. We have to. It's our destiny; the Chief, and Nicholas and you, that's the future. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, but we'll find them."
Twenty minutes later the glasses were washed and put away, and Kara Thrace was alone once again. She felt relieved, and something like happiness crossed her mind. She fell asleep that morning with the picture of herself and the Adama boys draped across her stomach, and a soft smile playing on her lips. She had dreams of the day she would meet Lee again, the day destiny would be fulfilled and the fleet would be reunited, because finally, it didn't seem so impossible. Finally, she had a grain of hope.
a/n: I know, I promised K/L, and it's coming, soooooon! But this friendship between Kara and Cally is important to the story, so stay with me! :)