The Prayer of a Believer

The Prayer of a Believer
by MMM/"Sprite!"/Nebulous1
Rating: PG
Date: 12-20-05
Pairing: L/K romance/angst

Summary: Sometimes it's the prayers from those who struggle to believe that the Gods value most. Follows "The Prayer of an Unbeliever."

Warning: This is not beta'd because who has time right now? It's just -another- little drabble that siezed me, dammit! The harder I TRY NOT to write while I get other stuff done... Well, back to cookie baking, bye now! Hope you like it okay, another odd one for me.

The Prayer of a Believer

In the middle of what passes for night around here, she awakes, again.

For some reason, this time, she can't just roll onto her side and go back to sleep, which leaves starting at the underside of the bunk above her blankly. It's annoying.

POCKET REVIEW: This is a good angst story between Kara and Lee executed nicely by Sprite. And with all of that anguish and delving into the past, it is a wonder that the end came out like it did ... which I am not going to tell you. It is nice around the holidays to have a little story like this. It is a nice read, a break between making the dinner and holiday shopping. Well worth stopping by.Sitting up carefully, to avoid rapping her head because of the low clearance, she draws her curtain aside quietly, and peeks out. All the curtains are closed, including Lee's...the man rarely sleeps, but when he does, he might as well be in a coma. Whenever he runs out of tylium, or whatever powers that beautiful machine he runs around in as a body, along with the precision works of his clockwork mind, he shuts off as completely as if he were unplugged. She smiles softly, hoping now is one of those times, because he's looked lately like her needs it and because she's decided now what she needs to do since she can't sleep herself. From underneath and inside her pillowcase...she removes the cloth that contains her religious icons. She used to keep them in her locker, but it was too noisy to get them sometimes when she needed them; like now, when she awoke, needing to speak to them in privacy...as always, but she was surrounded by other people. She did not share or justify her beliefs with anyone. If no one knew, she wouldn't have to kill someone for mocking one of the few things she had managed to keep in all she had lost these many difficult years, her faith. No one was going to take that from her.

She wanted to pray, but not here...not aloud, someone would overhear. She knew where she would go. Already in her standard tanks and sweatpants she wore to bed, she slipped on a thick pair of socks she used for slippers and closed her curtain quietly before leaving with her bundle and closing the hatch as softly as possible behind her. She didn't head to the ship's chapel, although she sometimes goes there, it's too bright and tidy for her this time of night. She wants a place that reminds her of the temples and shrines she used to attend as a little girl...small and darkened inside from hundreds of years of incense.

POCKET REVIEW: This is a good angst story between Kara and Lee executed nicely by Sprite. And with all of that anguish and delving into the past, it is a wonder that the end came out like it did ... which I am not going to tell you. It is nice around the holidays to have a little story like this. It is a nice read, a break between making the dinner and holiday shopping. Well worth stopping by.

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