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Five years of climbing mountains and exploring this new world, and he finally wanted to find a home. Lee Adama didn’t know what home was, but looking for it alone while he slept in a crude lean-to under the stars sure as hell wasn’t getting him anywhere. So he came back to where they’d landed, to where he’d last seen his father. He couldn’t find home on his own; maybe he could find it where he’d left the rest of humanity.

He couldn’t find home, but apparently he was in the minority. There were children, babies, everywhere he looked from his vantage point on the hill, spilling out of rough cabins and shouting into the clear air where before there had only been savanna grass and herds of animals grazing.

Babies. We’re at war, and that woman wants us to worry about having babies. He could still hear his father’s voice ringing in his ears, full of disdain for the schoolteacher who dared to call herself President of the Twelve Colonies.

He could still see her tight, guarded smile as she stood in the CIC watching his father line up ships for water transfer, asking him for help with the military.

He should have known then that eventually Laura Roslin would get her way. Even as he bent over backwards to help her in the early days after the apocalypse, he hadn’t believed that she’d actually do it, actually save them all, but she had. In her own stubborn way, she had given humanity a fresh start.

Five years after he’d watched his father and Laura take off in a raptor, five years after he’d set out on his own, he was back on a green hillside, shielding his eyes from the sun, staring down at the new civilization that had sprung up in his absence. No cities, no technology, but a civilization nonetheless.

He recognized some of them – Ellen, still tall and lithe and easy in her skin, clutching Saul’s arm as he shouted and waved at the kids blocking his path. The oldest, grown taller and thinner since he’d last seen her, but he’d recognize that smile and those curls anywhere. Helo’s smile, Athena’s eyes. Hera was clearly the ringleader, the other children falling in line behind her as she teased the old Colonel. A few feet away, a tall, blonde woman bounced a baby on her hip as Gaius frakking Baltar kneeled to argue with a little boy who looked just as determined as he did.

Romo Lampkin was deep in conversation with a woman Lee knew he should recognize, but he didn’t. She wasn’t a Viper pilot; she wasn’t a refugee from Caprica. She wasn’t important to him, those days between the end of the worlds and the start of this one. Maybe that’s why he left, all those years ago. Humanity deserved a blank slate, but he knew he couldn’t give it to them. Maybe that’s why Kara left, and his father too. Some of them were just too rooted in the old ways to give them up completely.

Other faces were new. The primitive culture he’d witnessed when they’d landed on this rock, not quite as primitive anymore. They were communicating, and as the wind shifted, he picked up on the curious combination of words and clicks and sounds.

He wondered who taught them, without Laura. He remembered the white board with the numbers written in her careful, looping hand. If anyone had deserved a blank slate, it was her. He shifted the threadbare pack on his shoulder and made his way down the hill, determined to find out.


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Eventide—Lucifer and the Moon

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I spend the next two days mainly gathering information. For the time being, Derek tries to get used to the life of this century, but he relies heavily on my guidance for that. The weather is still rainy, which would be unusual in California if it weren’t for the fact that it’s the end of the fall, merely a couple weeks away from the beginning of winter.

I park my car in front of the house, taking a deep breath and raking my fingers through my hair. This time, Derek stayed home – I left when he was still under the shower. I felt like I needed some solitude after being together all the time. I give myself some more minutes in the car, alone, before climbing out and heading to the front door. I have a feeling Derek will make a comment or two at my sudden disappearance, not necessary in a nice way.

I wait patiently until the song is done playing before pulling the key out of the ignition and jumping out, only to head for the back to get the two paper bags out from the seat – I made sure to buy three times more meat than I usually do, then try to approach the door without dropping anything to the wet pavement. My brain is reeling to try to figure out a way to get the bags inside somehow, I just don’t know how to open the door.

However, it opens up on its own the second I step in front of it. It throws me for a loop, making my grip loosen around one of the bags, but before it would fall to the ground, Derek catches it – talk about exquisite supernatural reflexes.

“Wow, you’re a lifesaver, thanks,” I let out a brief breath that I haven’t noticed I held back. I want to enter the house, the inviting warmth that’s seeping out from inside, but I have to realise I can’t make it over the threshold just yet. I give Derek a confused look with my eyes open widely, only to be faced with his disapproving glare. “What?” Derek’s eyes narrow at me.

“You vanished,” he says curtly. I still need to get used to his tight-lipped talking patterns. To his declaration, I nod and shoot a ‘you don’t say, Captain Obvious’ look at him, before making another attempt to get through the wall of muscles, but it doesn’t waver.

“Okay, maybe I should have let you know that I was going out, but here I am, unharmed,” I say, opening my arms to demonstrate my well-being.

Derek’s nostrils flare, presumably because he’s discreetly smelling me. Apparently he doesn’t find any sign of injury, because the next moment, he steps aside.

“Thank you,” I say, tone just this side of insulted, squeezing my body through the thin crack that was opened up between Derek and the wall. Arriving to the kitchen counter, I swirl around to check if he followed me. Sure enough, it only takes a couple seconds for Derek to show up, bags laying on his forearms. “For your information, I bought an extra amount of meat, just for you,” I add.

As the tiniest sparkle of surprised satisfaction gleams on Derek’s face, it echoes back into my body as happiness that washes everything away. “Help me put these to their places.”

Derek does.

We finish within minutes, then I lean against the counter with the small of my back. I rub my face with a hand, and when I look up, I yelp, trying to scoot back; Derek still hasn’t abandoned his habit of walking around barefoot, hence I still can’t hear him approaching. I grab fistfuls of my shirt over my heart, complaining, “Don’t… don’t just show up everywhere!”

Derek nods by way of signing me he understood, but he doesn’t make any move to put distance between us, just keeps watching intently my shape, my face. I arch a brow, “Derek?”

Like he was hauled out of some kind of a trance by calling him by his name, his entire body trembles. He shakes his head twice – first to reboot his brain, and for the second time to tell me without words, ‘It’s nothing important.’ Then Derek turns on his heels and heads to the living-room. I stay and make a quick dinner for my dad, who, if nothing comes up, will arrive within an hour.

When I do follow Derek, I find a huge direwolf-like dog laying on the couch instead of a human. The black outfit that he wore are now cascaded haphazardly on the fluffy white rug stretching next to the sofa. I pick them up and hop down next to Derek’s head to fold them neatly in my lap before putting them away. I turn to him, “Wanna watch TV?”

He cracks one scarlet eye open to glance up at my face. He remains like that for a while before exhaling a long breath slowly, which I take as a yes. “Alright then,” I say, immediately pushing the button on the remote control. Soon, Bucky joins us as well, automatically taking the spot on my other side, resting his head in my lap. I kiss it, allowing him to use my thighs as pillows.

I briefly contemplate indulging Derek with stroking his fur, too, but my rational part is telling me not to – up until now, he’s always been hurt and tortured, so probably it’s not the wisest choice of me to create physical contact unless Derek himself initiates it.

. o O o .

I wake to someone shaking my shoulder meekly, trying to wake me up. I blink my eyes open lazily, until my sight clears up and I’m able to make out actual sharp images instead of blurred ones. That is when I realise that my dad is in front of me, calling my name.

“Kiddo,” he says. “Wake up.” I yawn.

“I’m up,” I slur in the middle of a stretch, even my toes curling by the satisfying feeling of it. “What’s the time?” I ask before another yawn.

“Half past midnight,” comes the answer. “Derek is in your room, asleep. You should… sleep there, too.”

I know my father isn’t the least avid to advise that, it’s just he thinks it’s better if I sleep in my room, in my bed. Also, I’m aware that Derek isn’t asleep, he just seems to be. We cleared it up in the previous days that hellhounds don’t need to sleep, ever.

“You got home now?” I ask, changing the subject. He nods slowly.

“We got a report of a four-eighty-seven,” he explains. “We sent more units, but it still took long to catch the thieves. The data gathering took more time than we thought, so…” he shrugs.

“You should sleep,” I point out. “If you’re hungry, there’s the dinner I made for you, but don’t eat too much; it wouldn’t do good, and you couldn’t sleep properly.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” he smiles fondly, ruffling my dishevelled hair affectionately. He stands and makes a beeline for the kitchen, whereas I take a look around – I instantly realise that Bucky isn’t around any more.

I walk to the stairs, still riddled with sleep, but before I could put a foot on the first stair, I decide to approach the kitchen, where my father is. I peek in from the entrance. I don’t want dad to notice me, I just want to see him, revelling in the fact that I can still do this. God knows how many times, I vow to myself that no matter what, I will protect this man.

With a satisfied smile, I ascend the stairs, knowing that dad liked the dinner I made for him.

Slowly stroking my fingertips over the wood of my door, I open it up to let myself in to my room. There, the dim light coming from the corridor collides to Derek’s laying shape. His eyes flash open, irises pointed directly at me. They are in their natural colour, yet they are glowing in scarlet in the dark. After closing the door behind me, the warmth of the light is replaced with cold, silvery gleaming coming from the Moon.

The celestial body is nearly full on the night sky, and I approach the telescope standing next to one of my windows with soft, noiseless steps. Leaning forwards a bit, I stretch my neck to look into the object glass. After a couple editing, I step back and turn to Derek.

“Wanna watch?” I ask. He sits up on the bed, but doesn’t move otherwise. I have a feeling this means I need to give an explanation. “This is called a telescope,” I say quietly, patiently going on. “There are more types of it, but this, right here,” I point at it, “is an astronomical one. The point is that it enlarges everything, so it allows you to see the planets. Unfortunately, with mine, you can only see Mars and Venus, but later on, I want to buy another one.”

Derek stays seated on the bed for a little longer, mutely surveying the object, but his curiosity takes over eventually; he stands with an easy, lithe motion, stepping next to me. He stretches his hand to touch the telescope, but I stop him.

“Wait, don’t touch it.” My arms spasm, but I refrain from touching him in the last second, still refusing to break my inhibition regarding Derek. He gives me a questioning look. “I set it, so it’s focused on the Moon. After you checked it, you can move it, but right now…”

I don’t get to finish it, because Derek moves towards the telescope again – however, this time, he only nears his head to it. I smile, and while he’s busy watching the Moon, I get lost in his perfect profile.

“When…” he starts, voice barely above a whisper after standing up straight. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to go on talking. “When I was still alive, I was interested in astronomy, but back then, we hardly knew anything about these,” he says, nodding towards the inky blue sky pierced by small shining starts. I nod in understanding.

“Galilei had a really huge impact: he was the first to use a telescope to his observations, so the theories were strengthened by evidences and facts,” I tell him. “He lived in the 1500’s and 1600’s.”

“That’s when I was alive,” Derek comments.

“You obviously couldn’t have heard about his discoveries. Telecommunication wasn’t as developed as it is nowadays.”

“What is telecommunication?” he asks, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“Well,” I scratch my nape, trying to find the proper words to explain it to him. “Technically it means we are able to communicate even in long distances.” Derek nods in acknowledgement.

“In my time, people still believed that the Earth was flat.”

I chuckle, “Yes, the first theories to prove that wrong appeared around 1492 around Portugal and Spain. I’m guessing those theories failed to make it to where you lived,” I say. “That’s also when America was found – which is where we are right now –, and that’s the time when people started to take sciences more seriously. Point is that they realised the first thing they saw was the mast of the approaching boat, hence they concluded that the Earth isn’t flat.”

“Sounds reasonable,” approves Derek. I grin as I nod to him. It feels nice to find someone finally who is willing to listen to what I have to say, who is equally interested in these facts. With the others, I could never talk about these, only with Stiles and Lydia. The rest of the pack is more interested in sports.

“By the way, if the Earth were flat, the gravity would gradually grow the further away you would go from its centre. Oh, and you could never fall down at the edge, because gravity would pull you back to the starting point,” I add. “Just another evidence that we’re living on an orb.”

I point at my telescope again, “Let me show you something else.” I glance in it, then start to reset it. “Also, in the distance between the Earth and the Sun, all nine planets of the Solar System would fit,” I say, only to share another interesting fact. When I find the focus is fine, I step back and gesture for Derek to look in it again. As soon as his eyes find the orangey planet that is the size of a spot, I keep talking, “That’s Venus. It looks small, but I told you that was the last celestial body that I can see with this telescope.”

“I can see it perfectly,” Derek comments. For a flashing moment, I think Derek maybe wants to calm me down, but as fast as that thought came, it leaves my mind.

“I just wanted to say that’s the morning star.”

“Venus?” asks Derek, standing up to give me a disbelieving look.

“Yup,” I nod. “Not many people know, but it’s true.” For a while, I just watch Derek’s face; apparently, he’s digesting all the new information I flooded him with. “And do you know what else they call the morning star?” Derek shakes his head. “Lucifer.”

“That’s Satan’s name,” he protests. “He’s locked in a cage.”

“And in Dante’s Inferno, he’s in the ninth circle of Hell, frozen into ice in the middle of a lake,” I argue, making Derek blink at me in confusion. I just smile at him. “I have a lot to explain to you. I just wanted to let you know that Lucifer means morning star, or the carrier of the light.”

“He was God’s favourite, but he rebelled against him,” Derek points out.

“For a reason,” I add. “Sue me, but at certain points, I agree with Lucifer.” Derek’s head lolls to the side curiously, mutely requesting further explanation from me, which I give to him willingly. “When God asked the twelve archangels to glorify him for his work during the Genesis, Lucifer was the only one to say he wanted to be acknowledged, too. Now tell me, wouldn’t you want others to acknowledge everything you’ve done for a purpose? The archangels helped to create the Universe, however, God acted like it was his merit only. I actually respect Lucifer for his guts to stand up for himself.”

Derek hums. Hoping that I won’t cross any kind of line, I ask, “How much did you know about astronomy back then?” Derek turns to me with a sharp motion, like my question took him by surprise. He averts his eyes to the ground, clenching and unclenching his jaw. I hold a hand up, assuring him, “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want, I understand that. I was just curious.”

“Not too much,” he replies, ignoring my previous ramble, like he wanted to convey to me that I don’t need to apologise for asking questions. My shoulders slump as I settle. “That man’s name, for instance, that you mentioned, I’ve never heard before. The one who used the telescope first,” he adds. “I could already recognise a couple constellations, which helped me find my way, and I had random knowledge about the planets, but mostly I know their names only.

“When I had the time, I read, but my family wasn’t noble, so it was hard for me to lay my hands on books,” he shrugs. “As far as I can tell, nowadays it doesn’t exactly work that way.” I shake my head. I stare at Derek in awed silence, with my mouth open, as though entranced by the man. “Often times, it was one of my sisters, either the elder or the younger, to bring home various books. They were maids in noble people’s houses, and from time to time, they brought home this and that.

“In my family, only my sister and I could read; I learnt that on my own when I was younger by paying attention to educated children. When I could do it fluently, I taught it to Laura – my sister –, too.”

“What was your job?” I ask after a bit of contemplation.

“I worked in a mine.” I note in my mind that according to Derek’s physicality, I should have figured that one out on my own. “We had a lot of collapses down there. Those times, I was the one to help the people survive, because I had the best chances of survival. Sometimes some of the others got stuck under a set of rocks, but I called some men over and we lifted them off.”

“I’m guessing you wouldn’t have needed their help,” I say. Derek shakes his head.

“No, but I couldn’t have let anyone know about my family. Since there were more people, no one could find out I was the one to lift the rocks on my own.”

“You’re a hero,” I grin at him.

“I wouldn’t say that,” hedges Derek, but I shrug.

“You are to me,” I declare with determination. “You refrained from killing me, for which I’m especially grateful.”

The corner of Derek’s mouth involuntarily twitches momentarily in the shape of a half-smile. It was barely there, vague, and tiny, but my heart flutters in bliss at the sight of it. From now on, I want to count every single smile that blossoms to Derek’s face, no matter how small they are – if they are coming from the bottom of his heart and they are genuine, then they are worthy of preserving, like every rare miracle. The fact that he lolls his head forward to try and hide it from me makes it that much more valuable.

“I didn’t do it for a selfish reason,” he points out relentlessly, empty nonchalance invading his features. My eyebrows pull together.

“First of all, I don’t care why you didn’t do it, the most important thing is that I’m still here, alive and breathing. And second of all, don’t ruin this moment.” Derek arches a brow at me, making me giggle fondly. “Yes, this is one of those moments, and I want to take joy in it, thank you very much.”

Derek just rolls his eyes at me, but it’s no longer a secret to me that it’s just an act that he puts on for the show, and he doesn’t find my behaviour exasperating.

. o O o .

My dad is puttering in the kitchen when we descend the stairs the next morning. Like always, Derek spent the night laying on the floor in his animal shape, while I clunked out on my bed like a starfish. I crawl over to the table, yawning, whereas Derek proceeds to approach my father.

“Shall I help with anything?” he asks, making me perk up. My dad’s voice hitches in his throat at first, making it obvious that he wasn’t expecting any offer like that, but then he answers with a modest smile, shaking his head, “No, but thank you.” He gestures towards the table and me, “Just take a seat, son.”

Derek takes the seat neighbouring mine. The next moment, Bucky starts nosing at my thighs, licking my hands and fingers, too.

“What is it, big boy?” I coo, ducking down to rub our noses together as I hold his head between my hands. The top of my nose gets damp, but I love it. Derek watches us without a word, and for the time being, my dad wipes and puts away the remaining dishes. The lunch is done; he cooked it a while ago, because he has to go to the station by one.

Quietly, music is being played from the radio. After my father joins us at the table, we eat our breakfast, and while Derek and I are busy cleaning the dirty plates and forks, my dad is reading a newspaper. When Derek is done wiping the last of the plates dry, I lay the blue cloth on the tap and nudge the man to leave. He approaches the stairs with Bucky hot on his heels, however, before I could follow them, I’m stopped by my dad, who folds the newspaper in half.

“Just a word,” he says. My heart jumps into my gullet, and my brain starts reeling what excuse to make in case I get an order such as, ‘Tell Derek he can’t stay for any longer’.

“Yes?” I ask, turning to him, only to see him beckoning me over. I walk up to him obediently.

“I just want to say…” he starts, but an involuntarily, vague smile cuts him off. “So let me just say that I’m glad you found someone so nice for yourself.” My eyes widen in surprise, and it takes less than a second for my cheeks to heat up. Heart switching to an erratic rhythm, feeling dizzy, I question myself how the Hell will I ever be able to look Derek in the eye again? I have to explain my father that he misunderstood the whole thing.

“I don’t… we don’t…” I stutter warily. I swallow. “You misunderstand, we don’t… so… there’s nothing going on, nothing like that,” I tell him. He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I thought you two got to know each other on a website,” he says. My fingers begin to fidget with the hem of my T-shirt.

“Is that what I said?” Seeing my dad’s more and more worried expression, I continue. “Sure. Yeah. On a website. But not on a dating site or anything. I mean, have you seen Derek? He’s the last person who’d need something like that to find someone.”

Apparently my babbling is working again, because my father’s shoulders slump as the tension seeps out of his frame. “A couple days ago, there was this woman who tried to hit on him, but he blew her off,” I tell him, demonstrating Derek’s magnetic attractiveness. I’m getting more anxious by the minute; I’m saved from this conversation, but I’ve just made my relationship a thousand times more complicated with Derek – after all, there’s no way he didn’t hear what we were talking about.

My father smiles at me gently.

“I’m just saying, that if anything happens, you’re with a nice guy,” he says. Even the tips of my ears go red at those words.

Dad!” I exclaim, but he just holds his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, kiddo,” he waves to me kindly. “That’s all I wanted,” he says, then goes back to reading his newspaper. As for me, I have no idea how to behave the next time I’m face to face with Derek.

. o O o .

Fortunately, Derek is polite enough – or rather pities me enough – not to bring up my conversation with my dad. I make a beeline for my desk and hop down on the chair, cheeks still burning and burying my face in my palms. Even the fact that I washed myself with ice cold water twice on my way here doesn’t help.

After a couple minutes, I let my hands down with a sigh, and wake up my laptop. The first thing I see is the browser with many and much more tabs that I opened, all of them connected to Celtic knots, Hell, demons and mystical boxes. Bucky nestles himself next to me, curling around my socks-clad feet, yawning contently.

We remain like that for nearly one and a half hours – Derek reading on my bed, while Bucky and I are searching on the internet for any clue we can get our hands on.

“How’s the research?” comes a low voice from directly next to me, words spoken right into my ear. I yelp as my body shivers in fright, effectively hauled out of my thread of thoughts. I stare back at the man standing approximately half a metre away from me, straightly at his nonchalant expression. Derek slowly blinks once or twice innocently, as though not knowing I don’t fancy him doing this.

“Jesus, I gotta get used to sedatives with you around,” I say dryly. My heart is still yet to calm down after this incident, and the fact that as soon as I turn back to my laptop I feel Derek’s face next to mine isn’t helping me calm down, either. I turn my head to give him a questioning look, only to notice how his nostrils are flared. I have no idea what Derek smelled on me – presumably my fright and frustration –, but instead of asking him about it, I answer. “Not too bad, but to be honest, it could be going better.”

“Shall I help?” he offers, but I shake my head. From the corner of my eye, I can see Derek reading the names of the open tabs.

“I don’t think you know much more than this. I thought we could go to the university’s library, too. I have a feeling I’ll be more successful there,” I say, making a face.

“When are we going there?” Derek asks. The plural throws me for a loop at first, but then I remember that Derek is as good as forced to come with me, no matter where I happen to wander – he’s unable to stop.

“I was thinking a couple days. I’m still going to be on a holiday, but to my father, it’ll be enough if I say that I want to tidy my flat there, and that I need to check up on this and that,” I shrug. “He won’t have further questions.”

After a short while, Derek asks, “Why are you so sure we’ll find the key?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I turn to face him with my entire body.

“No one has found it before.” I grin at him.

“Low chances alone have never discouraged me from achieving my goal,” I tell him. “By the way, I want to be first in something,” I wink playfully. Derek straightens up, turning around with quick movements, yet he fails to disguise the fact that he’s merely trying to hide his smile from me.


"Dark as Snow" (Chapter 13)

Rating: M (CHAPTER WARNING: blood, violence)
Words: 3,831
Summary: After years of isolation and loneliness, Anna sees her whirlwind marriage to the handsome widower Lord Hans Westergard as her long-awaited happily-ever-after. But her troubled relationship with her sister and her growing closeness to a gruff but kindhearted stablehand loom large, and her husband’s darkest secret behind an eternally-locked door threatens to destroy everything Anna holds dear. [AU of The Bloody Chamber]


Notes: The last full chapter, guys. There will be an epilogue after this, so we’re not quite done, but enjoy the climax of the story. I dearly, dearly hope it meets your expectations.

(And thank you all so very much for the encouragement. This chapter would not have happened without you.)

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