The rhythmic sound of the waves filled the cold, dark room as Tra waited. He watched wordlessly as moonlight flowed into the room and silhouetted her body as she gracefully crossed the room. She slid into bed behind him, pressing her body against his, her arm around him. He felt her lips on the back of his neck as he turned and faced her.
"I was wondering how long you would take." He whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would break the spell of the last two years and send him back to the hell his life had been before he had met her.
"I'll always come back to you." She whispered back to him, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
A slow smile crossed as he looked into her deep brown eyes. He slid his hand up to her face as he kissed her softly, feeling her occupy every one of his senses.
Two years ago 2000 hrs Caprica City
Tra stepped out of the driving rain into the nightclub and looked around. A thick haze of smoke hovered over the crowd of rough looking thugs and the kids that wanted to look tough. A live band was pumping out loud music and the people danced wildly as he made his way to the bar. Sitting down, he was quickly greeted by the bartender.
"What the hell you doin here?" The bartender shouted over the music
"Nice to see you too." Tra replied with a half grin
"You know what I mean. We all thought you were on the Battlestar Pegasus tryin to get full LT." The bartender said
"I was on the Pegasus. I even got promoted. Fracked it up though. Seems the commander of the Pegasus looks down on a pilot having few drinks and a friendly disagreement with some thugs. She busted me down to Jg, stuck me in the brig for a month. I just got out, and I am frackin thirsty. So lets get those drinks coming and we'll toast my new duty station. They're sending me to the Galactica." Tra said as he lit a cigarette and tossed the pack on the bar in front of him.
The bartender sighed loudly and shook his head."You're going to run outta battlestars and chances if you don't watch out kid" He said setting a glass on the bar next to a bottle. He shook his head and stalked off to take care of the other customers.
Tra sat for a moment and looked at the bottle. As always part of his wanted to stop drinking, get his life back, but that part was never as strong as the pain. The first three shots went down quickly as his eyes remained locked on the bar top. He felt the warmth flow down his throat, pushing the pain and depression back into the corner of his mind, chasing the memories away. He crushed out his cigarette and pulled another one out of the pack he had tossed on the bar in one quick motion. Lighting it he poured another drink. Turning to watch the crowd as he slowly drank the dark amber liquor. That's when he saw her.
She was about five one, five two. Athletically built with a beautiful cinnamon complexion, Hair the color of a dark plum, a small nose, full lips and the most arresting deep brown eyes. He watched as she moved through the people, Not seeming like part of the crowd, but like an observer. She moved with the driving music of the band, watching them even as she was being watched. After several songs she made her way across the room and sat at the bar, looking like she was waiting for something.
Tra crushed out his cigarette and walked over to the woman who was now sipping a drink. At first he said nothing. Not because he had nothing to say, but that he couldn't make anything come out. ."Mind if join you?" He managed at last.
She looked at him for a moment before she answered. Almost like she was sizing him up " Please." She said motioning to the seat next to her.
"So, whats your name?" He asked as he sat.
"Lynn. You?" She asked, her lips curling into a grin, her eyes locked to his.
"Achillies." He answered.
"You're either a pilot, or you had very cruel parents" She said, her grin now spreading into a smile.
Tra smiled sheepishly as he ran his hand through his short hair " Tra Mitchel." He said, knowing that that was it. She had him.
The present. On approach to the port-side flight deck of the Battlestar Avalon. 0200 hrs
The Viper moved soundlessly through the void towards the port side of Battlestar Avalon. Inside the cockpit Achillies smiled as he looked at a picture Lynn had given him the day he shipped out to the Avalon. She had her arms wrapped around his neck as they both smiled broadly.
"Roger that Avalon control. Achillies is ready for hands off approach" Achillies said as he took his hand off the stick, allowing the Battlestar to take control of his Viper and guide it into the landing pod. It still felt strange not controlling his Viper on landing after two years on Galactica.
The Viper landed and lowered into the pressurized hanger bay as Achillies took off his harness and got out of the cockpit of his Viper, tucking the picture into a pocket of his jock smock.