lirazel | choco_cherries: Skeleton Key

This is a crossover pairing I'd been wanting to write for a looong time, and now that I finally have, I don't know that I've done them justice. Maybe I'll write a full-fledged fic for this pairing, a couple thousand words instead of just 300. And the end is schmoopy. But I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Title: Skeleton Key
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica/Buffyverse
Characters/Pairing: Billy Keikeya/Dawn Summers
Rating: PG
Timeline: AU from "Sacrifice" for BSG--Billy isn't dead--and post-series for BtVS--Dawn is at least 18. ;)
Wordcount: 300
Prompt: None
Dedication: I missed

ineffort 's birthday, so here's a present for you, May! You deserve better, of course, but this is all I can do at the moment.
Summary: There's no door she can't open.

There’s no door she can’t open, but she can’t lock the past behind her.

The last thing the fleet needed was eight more mouths to feed—especially when two of those mouths only feed on human blood (and doesn’t Baltar have a field day with that, not to mention the portal that opened on the bridge and dumped a group from Earth—the real Earth, destroyed, and that’s the end of that dream)—and eight more bodies to find bunks for. Billy is in charge of figuring out how to accommodate them and gathering as much information as possible before the interrogation by the President and Adama.

So there’s every reason for him to resent them and none at all for him to feel drawn to the sad-eyed girl with the shining hair. He tells himself that it’s just because of Dee and her refusal, but he knows it’s more than that.

One night he stumbles upon her in a hallway, peering out a porthole at the stars beyond. He joins her, silently, and after a few moments she begins to talk, quiet and sing-song and almost like he isn’t there at all. And he begins to understand why these vagabonds are as subdued as the fleet itself. These strangers lost their whole world: only the eight of them left. They lost friends and fellow warriors, and she lost her sister, who died in the attempt to save the world.

He thinks he should be frightened of her when she whispers that they used her blood to open a door to another dimension—his dimension—that she isn’t even real, that she’s some kind of mystical Key.

Instead, he kisses her.

She can’t lock the past behind her, but he can open the door to a future.

choco_cherries: Skeleton Key

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