trillianastra | She Walks [Battlestar Galactica oneshot]

Title: She Walks
Fandom: BSG, with a little Sandman
Characters: Various Galactica crew, Death.
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: As the Galactica finds Earth, Death walks the ship.
A/N:... er. Reaction!fic to 4x11, I guess. Sort of. And my first BSG fic.

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 4X11. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE YET.

Death walks the corridors of Galactica. She sees people who have run out of hope at every turn, and passes them by as they search for comfort alone or in each other.

She passes a woman who no longer knows what she believes, slowly dying of a cancer that was once cured.

She passes the careworn commanding officer, trying to lose himself in alcohol and memories.

She stops in one of the officers’ dormitories. Watches as a young officer, highly capable and a good friend to many of the crew, takes a sidearm from her locker and presses it to her temple, pulling the trigger.

She waits for a moment, as the young officer’s spirit leaves her body. The spirit looks down at her body, then up at Death, who smiles.

“Do you know who I am?”
The spirit nods. “Yes. You’ve come to… to take me away.”
“That’s right. Are you ready, Dee?”
The spirit of the girl once known as Dee takes one last look around the dorm that was once her home, then draws herself up to her full height. “I’m ready.”
Death smiles again, and puts an arm around Dee’s shoulders, leading her away. If anyone had been there to hear, they might have heard the faint sound of mighty wings unfurling as they left.

Outside…

Thirty-nine thousand, five hundred and sixty people look for a way to go on.