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bantha_foddertitle: lean to the side (lee adama: colonial pin up)
author: pen
fandom: bsg
spoilers: set after 2.08, very vague spoilers to plot of the episode.
rating: we recommend parental guidance.
with thanks to the poodles, and as always to claira.
this is much longer than it was supposed to be. it was supposed to be a one hundred word post ep, but WHATEVER.
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phylogenetics here: Oh yeah, one more thing. As I was staring at the Towel Scene, I couldn't help but think...does this mean Lee will become a sex symbol amongst the Fleet? I mean, they were filming his almost naked, perfectly chiseled body, and he's the CAG, a fighter pilot, a beloved member of the crew, the Commander's son, and did we mention almost naked?
***
He's called to CIC, and it's hard to miss the giggles as he passes three officers going the other way along the corridor.
"Captain Apollo," one of them says, and he nods in reply.
In CIC, his father asks his advice and then ignores him, and Tigh makes a couple of snide comments, but that's all pretty normal, and he doesn't think about it again.
*
The ready room is raucous, loud, and filled with the chatter of happy pilots. It makes Lee smile to see his pilots so relaxed and happy, and he steps into the room with a grin on his face.
"Can I join you?" he asks, arm resting on the hatch.
The room falls quiet suspiciously quickly, and no one will meet his eyes.
"Sure, Lee," says Kara into the silence, grinning around her cigar. For a second the smoke obscures her face, and he can't quite see her expression. "Sit next to me." She shoves Hotdog. "Make way for Apollo, nugget," she says, and Hotdog does.
That's suspicious, too.
"Drink, Apollo?" asks Kat, and Hotdog laughs.
He slides into the chair next to Kara and she reaches for her glass. "Are you going to tip that on me?" he says, and leans away from her.
"Would I ever do that?" she says, and pushes her glass over to him. "In fact, here. Take it. I'm sure you've had a hard shift." She starts shuffling the cards and he sniffs the ambrosia, wary.
"Gods, Apollo," she says. "I haven't spiked it."
"You'd keep the good stuff for yourself?" he asks, and leans back as he takes a sip. Meets Kara's eyes over the top of the glass.
"I'd always give the good stuff to you, Apollo," she says, and the way she pauses after his callsign worries him. Like she's savouring it.
"Has the alcohol addled you?" he asks. "More than usual, I mean. Since you can't remember my name."
"Oh, Apollo," she says, "yours is the only name I can remember."
She really is drunk, he thinks, and worries.
"Apollo," says Hotdog, waving a hand at the bottle beside Lee, "be a man and pass the Ambrosia this way."
"Nugget," says Kara, "stop disrespecting your elders." She throws a bottle cap at Hotdog's head, and it bounces off his nose and into the pot. "I'm upping with Hotdog's dignity," she laughs.
Kat folds. Dee raises. Hotdog procrastinates, makes jokes about Dee's hair and Kat's snoring until he holds and calls. "To protect my dignity." His voice rises over the protests of a hand called too early. "These are the risks we take, my friends," he says, and shows his cards.
Lee wins.
"Apollo," says Kara, hand to her chest, "you've beaten us all."
"I was never going to beat you." Hotdog shakes his head, and Kat sighs. Places the back of her hand against her forehead and fakes a swoon towards Hotdog.
"You're so dreamy, Sir," she says as Hotdog catches her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, and Dee nods.
"Sir," Dee pushes the pot towards him, "these winnings are yours."
"This is real funny," Lee says, "but would you like to tell me what's going on?"
The pilots laugh, and Dee grins and shakes her head. "Vow of silence, Apollo."
"Like a priestess!" Kara guffaws, and it's unattractive on her, mouth wide and eyes focussed on Lee.
He pushes away from the table.
"Okay," he says, and storms out of the ready room. Leaves his winnings behind.
"Can I have the cigars, then?" Kara yells out the hatch, and he hears the laughter echoing down the corridor.
*
On his way to quarters, he passes two giggling Petty Officers.
This makes him angry.
*
He slams the door shut, and sits heavily on his bunk. The slapping sound his arse makes is unexpected, and he stands, pulls the sheets on his bed back. His own face stares back at him, perched atop his own torso and legs, shielded from the fleet by the tiniest towel he ever had the misfortune to be stuck with after a bet with Kara went wrong.
Captain Apollo: All God Or All Man? cries the cover, and Lee groans.
*
From his vantage point on his bunk, he watches as pilots filter into quarters. They glance at him as they enter; grin and quickly look away.
He hears Kara walking through the corridor. She's difficult to miss. "Get in there, Nugget!" she says, and the command is followed by the slap of skin against skin and a stifled yelp.
"What am I, in highschool?" retorts Hotdog.
"And you're breaking curfew. I know you're on early CAP, Hotdog, because I'm going to be stuck out there with you."
"Yeah, and with the sun god Apollo," says Hotdog, and Lee promises himself he can roster Hotdog on a week of early CAPs as punishment for the taunt in the nugget's voice.
Kara steps through the hatch, and, "I read something interesting today," says Lee as he pushes himself up off his bunk.
"Really?" grins Kara. "Was it," she pauses. Purses her lips. "Stimulating?" she asks.
"Oh, very," he says, and comes to a stop in front of her locker. She opens it, and goes to throw her winnings in but pulls out a magazine instead.
"What's this?" she asks, and she sounds genuinely confused.
He knows when Kara lies.
The other pilots watch avidly.
"You've not seen my latest turn about the media?" he asks, voice low.
She purses her lips together and tries not to laugh. "Not this copy." She shrugs and shuts the locker door. Throws the magazine on the table.
"Found it on my bunk."
"Must be a gift from the gods, Apollo," she says, and this time doesn't stifle her laughter.
He puts a hand on the locker. Blocks her from moving as he leans in close.
"My name's not Apollo, Kara."
"Sure it is," she says, and ducks under his arm. "Been asked for any autographs yet?" she asks as she drops onto her bunk.
He blushes.
The other pilots laugh, and for the first time since she entered, he remembers that they're there.
*
Breakfast, and he has two options. Eat late, and avoid Starbuck, Hotdog and Joker. Eat early, and avoid everyone else. Rock and a hard place. He tries creating option three, bribing one of the newest recruits to bring him something while he keeps a low profile, but the nuggets are still too scared of Starbuck to do something she'd disapprove of.
He eats with Starbuck.
She's mercifully silent - Hotdog and Joker, too - and he wonders what's up.
*
In the mess, one of the kitchen hands asks for his autograph.
She asks him to sign her bra.
*
At the briefing, the pilots are quiet and attentive. He reads the bulletin, announces changes to the roster, and they just sit there, grinning. Lee's not stupid; he knows something is up.
"Any questions?" he asks at the end, and braces himself for impact.
The silence is confusing, but the grins are expected.
"Dismissed," he barks, and the pilots stand up to go. As they file out and up the aisles, he notices that all pilots in the last three rows are lacking pants. Instead, they have towels wrapped around their waists.
Lee leans against the podium. Puts his head in his hands and groans.
"Think of it this way, Lee," Kara says, and he startles. She, at least, is fully clothed. "At least you're giving the Galactica a little more exposure."
She laughs her way out of the room, and he resists the urge to throw something after her.
*
"Galactica Actual, Apollo. We're going to take a spin out the other side of the fleet."
"Copy that, Apollo," replies Dee, her voice distorted by the radios. He leads, turns them towards the back of the fleet, and switches to ship to ship radio. Whatever his pilots have to say, he can do without CIC overhearing.
"Nervous, Apollo?" asks Starbuck.
"Of you?" he responds, voice strong even as he lies. "Never, Starbuck."
"Because you're a god?"
"Because I'm a god," he confirms. "Want to worship me?" He grins at Hotdog's laughter.
"You know she does, Apollo!" hoots Hotdog.
"Won't you let me worship you?" asks Joker.
"Joker," says Kara, "you saw that photo. There's plenty of Lee to go around."
Lee laughs, and he's glad he turned the radio to CIC off.
*
The President asks him to drop by Colonial One. Even after all that has passed, with his father and Kobol and the thing with Tigh, he remains her military advisor, and when she asks, he advises.
At least someone still takes him at his words.
They talk for a time of fleet moral; his father's health; Tigh's death threats and Palladino's condition and situation. They spend some time chatting quietly, but wrap up quickly as Billy enters the room.
"Madam President," says Billy, "I've just got some papers for you to sign." As Roslin takes the file from Billy's hands, he continues. "And I'd just like to remind you of your meeting with Tom Zarek."
"Of course," she says, and grimaces. "Thank you Captain Apollo, that will be all." She rests her hands briefly in her lap and gives him a soft smile, which he returns.
At the door, her voice reaches him. "Oh Captain Apollo, one last favour." He can hear the smile in her voice as he turns. "A little girl asked me if I could get you to sign this for her. If you would be so kind?" Her voice drifts off and she gestures at the poster she has withdrawn from her desk.
"Of course," he says, grin tight. "But is this really suitable for a little girl?"
"Sign it, To Laura," says the President, pointing to the space above his head on the page.
Billy laughs, and Roslin turns to him.
"Billy," she admonishes, "are you laughing at a little girl's interest in Captain Apollo?"
Billy grins even wider, and he tries to hide it behind his hand but there is no masking his joy.
Lee caps the pen and leaves.
There is no sanctuary in a fleet full of lunatics.
He returns to Galactica, where at least he can hide.
*
He is not looking for her. He is actually trying to stay out of her way, secure in the knowledge that she will mock him mercilessly until she is bored and moves on.
He suspects she will never tire of mocking him about this.
Still, he is not looking for her, and it is a surprise when he finds her, one hand against her open locker door, cigar in the other hand, eyes on a photo of the two of them and Zak.
"I don't remember that photo," he says, and she jumps.
"Well, you were pretty trashed that day," she says, and moves to close her locker but she is not quite quick enough.
"Is that a poster?" he asks, and holds her locker open. He looks at her, face inscrutable. "You have a poster of me. In your locker."
"Well," she says, and tries to close the locker again, "clearly you are locker material."
"I'm a pin up," he says, and lets her shut the locker. "The President asked for my autograph."
"Does she have a crush on you?" asks Kara, and he knows what she is really asking.
"No," he says, and kisses her.
She kisses back. He pushes her against the locker, and she runs a hand down his body. Rests it on his hip as she dangles the other hand with the cigar still gently smoking in it over his shoulder.
"Well, I already know you deserve to be a pin up," she says with a smirk. Takes a puff on the cigar. "But can you meet up to your reputation?"
He takes the cigar from her hand. Takes a breath, and stubs it out on the table.
"Save this," he says. "You'll need it later."
He dogs the hatch.
She grins.
*
END.
author: pen
fandom: bsg
spoilers: set after 2.08, very vague spoilers to plot of the episode.
rating: we recommend parental guidance.
with thanks to the poodles, and as always to claira.
this is much longer than it was supposed to be. it was supposed to be a one hundred word post ep, but WHATEVER.
inspired by
phylogenetics here: Oh yeah, one more thing. As I was staring at the Towel Scene, I couldn't help but think...does this mean Lee will become a sex symbol amongst the Fleet? I mean, they were filming his almost naked, perfectly chiseled body, and he's the CAG, a fighter pilot, a beloved member of the crew, the Commander's son, and did we mention almost naked?***
He's called to CIC, and it's hard to miss the giggles as he passes three officers going the other way along the corridor.
"Captain Apollo," one of them says, and he nods in reply.
In CIC, his father asks his advice and then ignores him, and Tigh makes a couple of snide comments, but that's all pretty normal, and he doesn't think about it again.
*
The ready room is raucous, loud, and filled with the chatter of happy pilots. It makes Lee smile to see his pilots so relaxed and happy, and he steps into the room with a grin on his face.
"Can I join you?" he asks, arm resting on the hatch.
The room falls quiet suspiciously quickly, and no one will meet his eyes.
"Sure, Lee," says Kara into the silence, grinning around her cigar. For a second the smoke obscures her face, and he can't quite see her expression. "Sit next to me." She shoves Hotdog. "Make way for Apollo, nugget," she says, and Hotdog does.
That's suspicious, too.
"Drink, Apollo?" asks Kat, and Hotdog laughs.
He slides into the chair next to Kara and she reaches for her glass. "Are you going to tip that on me?" he says, and leans away from her.
"Would I ever do that?" she says, and pushes her glass over to him. "In fact, here. Take it. I'm sure you've had a hard shift." She starts shuffling the cards and he sniffs the ambrosia, wary.
"Gods, Apollo," she says. "I haven't spiked it."
"You'd keep the good stuff for yourself?" he asks, and leans back as he takes a sip. Meets Kara's eyes over the top of the glass.
"I'd always give the good stuff to you, Apollo," she says, and the way she pauses after his callsign worries him. Like she's savouring it.
"Has the alcohol addled you?" he asks. "More than usual, I mean. Since you can't remember my name."
"Oh, Apollo," she says, "yours is the only name I can remember."
She really is drunk, he thinks, and worries.
"Apollo," says Hotdog, waving a hand at the bottle beside Lee, "be a man and pass the Ambrosia this way."
"Nugget," says Kara, "stop disrespecting your elders." She throws a bottle cap at Hotdog's head, and it bounces off his nose and into the pot. "I'm upping with Hotdog's dignity," she laughs.
Kat folds. Dee raises. Hotdog procrastinates, makes jokes about Dee's hair and Kat's snoring until he holds and calls. "To protect my dignity." His voice rises over the protests of a hand called too early. "These are the risks we take, my friends," he says, and shows his cards.
Lee wins.
"Apollo," says Kara, hand to her chest, "you've beaten us all."
"I was never going to beat you." Hotdog shakes his head, and Kat sighs. Places the back of her hand against her forehead and fakes a swoon towards Hotdog.
"You're so dreamy, Sir," she says as Hotdog catches her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, and Dee nods.
"Sir," Dee pushes the pot towards him, "these winnings are yours."
"This is real funny," Lee says, "but would you like to tell me what's going on?"
The pilots laugh, and Dee grins and shakes her head. "Vow of silence, Apollo."
"Like a priestess!" Kara guffaws, and it's unattractive on her, mouth wide and eyes focussed on Lee.
He pushes away from the table.
"Okay," he says, and storms out of the ready room. Leaves his winnings behind.
"Can I have the cigars, then?" Kara yells out the hatch, and he hears the laughter echoing down the corridor.
*
On his way to quarters, he passes two giggling Petty Officers.
This makes him angry.
*
He slams the door shut, and sits heavily on his bunk. The slapping sound his arse makes is unexpected, and he stands, pulls the sheets on his bed back. His own face stares back at him, perched atop his own torso and legs, shielded from the fleet by the tiniest towel he ever had the misfortune to be stuck with after a bet with Kara went wrong.
Captain Apollo: All God Or All Man? cries the cover, and Lee groans.
*
From his vantage point on his bunk, he watches as pilots filter into quarters. They glance at him as they enter; grin and quickly look away.
He hears Kara walking through the corridor. She's difficult to miss. "Get in there, Nugget!" she says, and the command is followed by the slap of skin against skin and a stifled yelp.
"What am I, in highschool?" retorts Hotdog.
"And you're breaking curfew. I know you're on early CAP, Hotdog, because I'm going to be stuck out there with you."
"Yeah, and with the sun god Apollo," says Hotdog, and Lee promises himself he can roster Hotdog on a week of early CAPs as punishment for the taunt in the nugget's voice.
Kara steps through the hatch, and, "I read something interesting today," says Lee as he pushes himself up off his bunk.
"Really?" grins Kara. "Was it," she pauses. Purses her lips. "Stimulating?" she asks.
"Oh, very," he says, and comes to a stop in front of her locker. She opens it, and goes to throw her winnings in but pulls out a magazine instead.
"What's this?" she asks, and she sounds genuinely confused.
He knows when Kara lies.
The other pilots watch avidly.
"You've not seen my latest turn about the media?" he asks, voice low.
She purses her lips together and tries not to laugh. "Not this copy." She shrugs and shuts the locker door. Throws the magazine on the table.
"Found it on my bunk."
"Must be a gift from the gods, Apollo," she says, and this time doesn't stifle her laughter.
He puts a hand on the locker. Blocks her from moving as he leans in close.
"My name's not Apollo, Kara."
"Sure it is," she says, and ducks under his arm. "Been asked for any autographs yet?" she asks as she drops onto her bunk.
He blushes.
The other pilots laugh, and for the first time since she entered, he remembers that they're there.
*
Breakfast, and he has two options. Eat late, and avoid Starbuck, Hotdog and Joker. Eat early, and avoid everyone else. Rock and a hard place. He tries creating option three, bribing one of the newest recruits to bring him something while he keeps a low profile, but the nuggets are still too scared of Starbuck to do something she'd disapprove of.
He eats with Starbuck.
She's mercifully silent - Hotdog and Joker, too - and he wonders what's up.
*
In the mess, one of the kitchen hands asks for his autograph.
She asks him to sign her bra.
*
At the briefing, the pilots are quiet and attentive. He reads the bulletin, announces changes to the roster, and they just sit there, grinning. Lee's not stupid; he knows something is up.
"Any questions?" he asks at the end, and braces himself for impact.
The silence is confusing, but the grins are expected.
"Dismissed," he barks, and the pilots stand up to go. As they file out and up the aisles, he notices that all pilots in the last three rows are lacking pants. Instead, they have towels wrapped around their waists.
Lee leans against the podium. Puts his head in his hands and groans.
"Think of it this way, Lee," Kara says, and he startles. She, at least, is fully clothed. "At least you're giving the Galactica a little more exposure."
She laughs her way out of the room, and he resists the urge to throw something after her.
*
"Galactica Actual, Apollo. We're going to take a spin out the other side of the fleet."
"Copy that, Apollo," replies Dee, her voice distorted by the radios. He leads, turns them towards the back of the fleet, and switches to ship to ship radio. Whatever his pilots have to say, he can do without CIC overhearing.
"Nervous, Apollo?" asks Starbuck.
"Of you?" he responds, voice strong even as he lies. "Never, Starbuck."
"Because you're a god?"
"Because I'm a god," he confirms. "Want to worship me?" He grins at Hotdog's laughter.
"You know she does, Apollo!" hoots Hotdog.
"Won't you let me worship you?" asks Joker.
"Joker," says Kara, "you saw that photo. There's plenty of Lee to go around."
Lee laughs, and he's glad he turned the radio to CIC off.
*
The President asks him to drop by Colonial One. Even after all that has passed, with his father and Kobol and the thing with Tigh, he remains her military advisor, and when she asks, he advises.
At least someone still takes him at his words.
They talk for a time of fleet moral; his father's health; Tigh's death threats and Palladino's condition and situation. They spend some time chatting quietly, but wrap up quickly as Billy enters the room.
"Madam President," says Billy, "I've just got some papers for you to sign." As Roslin takes the file from Billy's hands, he continues. "And I'd just like to remind you of your meeting with Tom Zarek."
"Of course," she says, and grimaces. "Thank you Captain Apollo, that will be all." She rests her hands briefly in her lap and gives him a soft smile, which he returns.
At the door, her voice reaches him. "Oh Captain Apollo, one last favour." He can hear the smile in her voice as he turns. "A little girl asked me if I could get you to sign this for her. If you would be so kind?" Her voice drifts off and she gestures at the poster she has withdrawn from her desk.
"Of course," he says, grin tight. "But is this really suitable for a little girl?"
"Sign it, To Laura," says the President, pointing to the space above his head on the page.
Billy laughs, and Roslin turns to him.
"Billy," she admonishes, "are you laughing at a little girl's interest in Captain Apollo?"
Billy grins even wider, and he tries to hide it behind his hand but there is no masking his joy.
Lee caps the pen and leaves.
There is no sanctuary in a fleet full of lunatics.
He returns to Galactica, where at least he can hide.
*
He is not looking for her. He is actually trying to stay out of her way, secure in the knowledge that she will mock him mercilessly until she is bored and moves on.
He suspects she will never tire of mocking him about this.
Still, he is not looking for her, and it is a surprise when he finds her, one hand against her open locker door, cigar in the other hand, eyes on a photo of the two of them and Zak.
"I don't remember that photo," he says, and she jumps.
"Well, you were pretty trashed that day," she says, and moves to close her locker but she is not quite quick enough.
"Is that a poster?" he asks, and holds her locker open. He looks at her, face inscrutable. "You have a poster of me. In your locker."
"Well," she says, and tries to close the locker again, "clearly you are locker material."
"I'm a pin up," he says, and lets her shut the locker. "The President asked for my autograph."
"Does she have a crush on you?" asks Kara, and he knows what she is really asking.
"No," he says, and kisses her.
She kisses back. He pushes her against the locker, and she runs a hand down his body. Rests it on his hip as she dangles the other hand with the cigar still gently smoking in it over his shoulder.
"Well, I already know you deserve to be a pin up," she says with a smirk. Takes a puff on the cigar. "But can you meet up to your reputation?"
He takes the cigar from her hand. Takes a breath, and stubs it out on the table.
"Save this," he says. "You'll need it later."
He dogs the hatch.
She grins.
*
END.
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Date: 2005-09-15 05:56 pm (UTC)So much fun! So much chance for smutty innuendo! So wonderful!
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:16 pm (UTC)I mean, that whole scene was just fanservice, but still.
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Date: 2005-09-15 05:59 pm (UTC)The bit when they re (something crazy going on with my apostrophe key, sorry!) on CAP is absolutely perfect.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 07:17 pm (UTC)Shame about your apostrophe key?
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:00 pm (UTC)I laughed really loud at this: "There is no sanctuary in a fleet full of lunatics. He returns to Galactica, where at least he can hide."
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 07:17 pm (UTC)For both story and comment.
HEE.
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:10 pm (UTC)"Because you're a god?"
"Because I'm a god," he confirms. "Want to worship me?"
SHE DOES.
"Sign it, To Laura," says the President, pointing to the space above his head on the page.
And then I died laughing.
He takes the cigar from her hand. Takes a breath, and stubs it out on the table.
"Save this," he says. "You'll need it later."
And then I died some more from hot.
In conclusion, as originally agreed upon: *FANGIRLS*
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:22 pm (UTC)OMG, I'm so glad you thought that bit with Roslin was funny. Noone (not even Claira, who was betaing the bloody thing) commented, and I was WORRIED.
I am glad you are keeping your side of the agreement.
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:20 pm (UTC)Poor Lee.
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 07:25 pm (UTC)did you read sangga's thing yet?
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 07:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 08:41 pm (UTC)"Dismissed," he barks, and the pilots stand up to go. As they file out and up the aisles, he notices that all pilots in the last three rows are lacking pants. Instead, they have towels wrapped around their waists.
Ok, I cracked up there. That just sounds like something people would do too!
Only thing I regret was not seeing Adama's reaction---I don't know, for some reason, would have loved to see Adama's reaction to Apollo, Sex God.
*Sigh*, we could do so so so so much with Lee's wee little towel....
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 09:47 pm (UTC)Yeah, shame about Adama. But at least there's Roslin! *g*
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Date: 2005-09-15 08:54 pm (UTC)And Kara's the only one who gets to enjoy him in his full pin-up glory. Hooray for the pilot!sex.
Excellent fic, I needed some sweet funniness.
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Date: 2005-09-15 09:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 09:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 10:41 pm (UTC)In CIC, his father asks his advice and then ignores him, and Tigh makes a couple of snide comments, but that's all pretty normal, and he doesn't think about it again.
Bwahahaha.
"Oh, Apollo," she says, "yours is the only name I can remember."
She really is drunk, he thinks, and worries.
See above.
"Because you're a god?"
"Because I'm a god," he confirms. "Want to worship me?"
<333333333333333333
And then the end has locker-door-pushing and cigar-saving and so much hot pilotsex that even if I were not tragically caffeinated my spazzing would know no bounds. And so. I am happy.
Thank YOU.
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Date: 2005-09-16 03:08 am (UTC)No, thank YOU for your assistance in bringing this to life. I admit, your part was mostly flailing and stuff, but still. *g*
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Date: 2005-09-15 11:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-16 03:09 am (UTC)He is very reluctant, yet very hot.
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Date: 2005-09-16 12:24 am (UTC)Great!
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Date: 2005-09-16 03:10 am (UTC)And the President is such a Lee fangirl.
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Date: 2005-09-16 02:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-16 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-16 03:42 am (UTC)PIN UP BOY APOLLO! Bra signage! Autographs! Roslin with a crush!
So funny. I love that everyone makes fun of Lee.
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Date: 2005-09-16 04:25 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2005-09-16 07:43 am (UTC)Thanks for posting this.
(The captions in the various comment icons were worth it alone.)
- hg
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Date: 2005-09-16 08:09 am (UTC)And did you mean my comment icons? MY ICONS OF JOY. I am in love with them.
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Date: 2005-09-16 11:40 am (UTC)I can totally see that happening. Go you!
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Date: 2005-09-16 05:50 pm (UTC)I just wish I'd been not-lazy and written the article to go with the poster. And after Captain Apollo is done cosying up to his lead pilot, the delectable Lieutenant Starbuck, on Galactica, over on Colonial One he advises President Roslin in the snug and comfortable environment of her private quarters. Captain Cassanova, or dedicated to the fleet? You be the judge.
OMG I am such a dork.
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Date: 2005-09-16 01:42 pm (UTC)On his way to quarters, he passes two giggling Petty Officers.
This makes him angry.
:) This was hilarious. And yeah, "want to worship me" is the best line ever.
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Date: 2005-09-16 05:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-16 02:59 pm (UTC)My angst is great. <3
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Date: 2005-09-16 05:52 pm (UTC)I have no assistance to provide. ALAS!
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Date: 2005-09-16 06:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-21 01:11 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2005-09-19 01:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-21 01:12 am (UTC)Just checking.
Lee loves being a pin-up, secretly. He just doesn't want anyone to know.
And I'm glad you enjoy my fic.
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Date: 2005-09-19 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-21 01:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-20 09:35 am (UTC)"Save this," he says. "You'll need it later."
He dogs the hatch.
She grins.
Frak. Alpha!Lee. I, um, yeah. Wow.
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Date: 2005-09-21 01:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 07:02 pm (UTC)Bitch, how do you always write so brilliantly with SO FEW WORDS?
Love it. Especially the end.