Fic: Don't Leave Me
Title: Don't Leave Me
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Pairing: Laura/Kara, Sam
Rating: T
Summary: Laura gets a phone call in the middle of the night...
A/N: Written as part of the multi-ship war at bsg_epics. This sort of goes with singerdiva01_sk's prompt "discovering vices." Thanks to lanalucy for the beta.
Despite the sudden sound of her phone ringing at two in the morning, Laura was unsurprised. “Hello.”
“You should come get her.”
It was Sam. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my fault, Laura. I never should have taken her out tonight of all nights.”
And Laura should have put her foot down but didn’t. She sighed. “I’ll be right there.”
Sam told her the exact location of the bar, a mostly Fleet hangout that Kara liked when she wanted to relive the “old days.” Laura thanked him and ended the call. She climbed out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans. Her sleep shirt would be fine for her purpose. She ran out the front door, keys in hand.
When she arrived at the bar, she walked in, and it wasn’t hard to find Kara and Sam. The former pilot was dancing on the tabletop, as Sam stood by her, clearly overwhelmed. She looked good, almost like she was in control, but Laura and Sam knew better. Laura approached the table, wearing an expression that somehow combined concerned and supportive girlfriend with former schoolteacher.
Kara stopped her dancing when she saw Laura. “Hey, baby. Wanna dance with me?”
“Let’s dance at home, okay?”
Kara’s eyes flashed. “In bed?”
“Eventually.”
That wasn’t a lie. They would end up in bed, although probably not the way Kara was hoping.
Kara jumped off the table. It was almost a successful landing until her legs slipped and she fell on her ass. Hard. Kara laughed and looked from Laura to Sam. Then she laughed some more.
Sam glanced at Laura. “You gonna be okay getting her home?”
Laura nodded. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” She squeezed his arm. Kara was lucky to have such a good friend, and Laura was glad to find an easy friendship with him. “It’s…”
“Yeah,” Sam said. Then he leaned down, arm outreached, as Kara grabbed it to stand.
“My strong Sammy,” Kara said, pulling him into a hug. “Don’t ever leave me.”
Sam’s eyes watered slightly. “I won’t, I swear.”
Then Kara launched herself into Laura’s arms. Laura held her tight. “Let’s go home.”
They got Kara into the car, with Laura guiding her and allowing Kara to lean on her heavily. Laura kissed Sam’s cheek and climbed in the driver’s side. During the ride home, Kara leaned back against the seat, muttering how comfortable Laura’s car was (likely in comparison to her bike and truck). Then Kara became quiet, and Laura was sure she’d fallen asleep, which meant she’d probably just sleep it off.
They pulled up in their driveway. Laura exited her side and walked around. She opened Kara’s door and stroked Kara’s cheek. “Come on, baby. Let’s get to bed.”
Kara’s eyes opened slowly. “We gonna dance?” She mumbled.
“Tomorrow, when you’re feeling better.”
“It is tomorrow.”
Laura laughed a little. “It is, later tomorrow.”
Kara snuggled against Laura. “You’re my squishy. Don’t leave me, m’kay?”
“I won’t, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Somehow, Laura got Kara into bed. Then she curled up around Kara and fell asleep holding her tight.
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Pairing: Laura/Kara, Sam
Rating: T
Summary: Laura gets a phone call in the middle of the night...
A/N: Written as part of the multi-ship war at bsg_epics. This sort of goes with singerdiva01_sk's prompt "discovering vices." Thanks to lanalucy for the beta.
Despite the sudden sound of her phone ringing at two in the morning, Laura was unsurprised. “Hello.”
“You should come get her.”
It was Sam. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my fault, Laura. I never should have taken her out tonight of all nights.”
And Laura should have put her foot down but didn’t. She sighed. “I’ll be right there.”
Sam told her the exact location of the bar, a mostly Fleet hangout that Kara liked when she wanted to relive the “old days.” Laura thanked him and ended the call. She climbed out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans. Her sleep shirt would be fine for her purpose. She ran out the front door, keys in hand.
When she arrived at the bar, she walked in, and it wasn’t hard to find Kara and Sam. The former pilot was dancing on the tabletop, as Sam stood by her, clearly overwhelmed. She looked good, almost like she was in control, but Laura and Sam knew better. Laura approached the table, wearing an expression that somehow combined concerned and supportive girlfriend with former schoolteacher.
Kara stopped her dancing when she saw Laura. “Hey, baby. Wanna dance with me?”
“Let’s dance at home, okay?”
Kara’s eyes flashed. “In bed?”
“Eventually.”
That wasn’t a lie. They would end up in bed, although probably not the way Kara was hoping.
Kara jumped off the table. It was almost a successful landing until her legs slipped and she fell on her ass. Hard. Kara laughed and looked from Laura to Sam. Then she laughed some more.
Sam glanced at Laura. “You gonna be okay getting her home?”
Laura nodded. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” She squeezed his arm. Kara was lucky to have such a good friend, and Laura was glad to find an easy friendship with him. “It’s…”
“Yeah,” Sam said. Then he leaned down, arm outreached, as Kara grabbed it to stand.
“My strong Sammy,” Kara said, pulling him into a hug. “Don’t ever leave me.”
Sam’s eyes watered slightly. “I won’t, I swear.”
Then Kara launched herself into Laura’s arms. Laura held her tight. “Let’s go home.”
They got Kara into the car, with Laura guiding her and allowing Kara to lean on her heavily. Laura kissed Sam’s cheek and climbed in the driver’s side. During the ride home, Kara leaned back against the seat, muttering how comfortable Laura’s car was (likely in comparison to her bike and truck). Then Kara became quiet, and Laura was sure she’d fallen asleep, which meant she’d probably just sleep it off.
They pulled up in their driveway. Laura exited her side and walked around. She opened Kara’s door and stroked Kara’s cheek. “Come on, baby. Let’s get to bed.”
Kara’s eyes opened slowly. “We gonna dance?” She mumbled.
“Tomorrow, when you’re feeling better.”
“It is tomorrow.”
Laura laughed a little. “It is, later tomorrow.”
Kara snuggled against Laura. “You’re my squishy. Don’t leave me, m’kay?”
“I won’t, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Somehow, Laura got Kara into bed. Then she curled up around Kara and fell asleep holding her tight.