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bantha_foddertitle: leave it all behind
author: pen
fandom: bsg
there are no spoilers
rated h, for some hot pilot sexing
this piece of fiction was a lot of fun to write, because it is road trip fic. with thanks to claira.
the song Lee and Kara sing is The Way by Fastball.
FOR THE PLASTICS.
***
This story ends with a road trip, in a way.
It started with one, too.
*
After dragging her out of yet another bar fight, Lee made a suggestion. "Let's leave town," he said.
Kara raised an eyebrow. "I like this one," she said. "You know. The people. The bars-"
"The bar fights," interrupted Lee. "Get in the car. We're leaving."
"I don't think," Kara started. Lee tightened his grip on her arm.
"You don't think," he said, "you fight."
"Okay," she said, and wrenched her arm free. "Whatever."
Lee watched her walk away.
*
The doorbell rang, and Kara answered it, still pulling on a baggy t-shirt. Lee leaned on the door frame.
"Honestly," he said, and she watched the way his fingers curled around his keys; watched the way he shuffled his feet; looked up to meet his eyes and -
"Oh frak," she said loudly, and leaned in closer. "What the frak happened to your eye?" She lightly touched the skin beside his eye; soft and fragile and bruised bright colours. She filed the colours away to remember later as he yelped and batted her hand away.
"Do you even remember last night?" Lee asked.
"Not a bit of it." Kara grinned and opened the door wider. "But get in here before the neighbours open their doors and complain about the racket."
"They're just as bad as you are," he snipped back as he ducked into her apartment, and trod on an errant bra lying on the floor. Kara frowned. "So you've probably forgotten," he said, turning around as she shut the door. He met her eyes.
"Forgot what?" she asked, and kicked the bra towards the couch.
"Oh, like I care," he said, indicating the bra with a nod. "We're going on a road trip today."
Kara thought hard for a minute. The early hour, the fuzziness of her brain, the hints of hangover left her feeling a little unsure. "Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I'll pack while you shower."
"I don't know," she replied. "Can you be trusted?"
"I promise to mismatch all your underwear, then hide some in my back pocket for fondling later, and pack your cigars instead."
Kara laughed. "Okay. But I'm picking the music."
"That's fine," said Lee. "We're taking my car."
She turned on the water and drowned out his voice.
*
Kara pushed her sunglasses up her nose. "I can't believe how frakking neat your car is, Lee," she said. "What are you, a spinster?"
"Hey," he said, shrugging, eyes to the road, "just because I have a little pride."
She laughed and pushed his shoulder. "Hey! I've got pride."
"Really?" he asked, and the disbelief was clear.
"Caprica pride, Lee, it's all I need."
"What about military pride?"
"Well, that too." Kara fiddled with the volume dial. "But only a little."
"A little is all you need in the military," said Lee, and they let music fill the silence.
Kara watched as the road stretched ahead of them, and settled back into her seat.
*
Lee tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sang under his breath.
"They made up their minds and they started packing," he sang, and Kara laughed.
"You forced me, you mean," she said, and started dancing in her seat.
"And when the car broke down they started walking," she sang with him, and he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She did a little jig, and he turned his head to watch her closer.
"Eyes on the road!" she yelled, and pushed his face forwards again.
He laughed, and kept driving.
*
"I gotta pee," said Kara as they passed a the last service station for eighty miles at ninety five miles an hour.
"Figures," said Lee, as he pulled an illegal u-turn.
"You're my hero," Kara said.
*
The car slowed down as they hit the outskirts of the town. "It's getting late," said Lee. "Pick someplace."
Kara peered out her window into the twilight. "That one," she said.
"Kara, it looks like a hole."
"It looks cheap," Kara retorted. "We're students, not privileged sons."
Lee kept frowning. "Okay," he said.
*
"Well," said Kara, laughing as they drove out of town. "That was fun."
Lee turned to her. "It really wasn't," he said.
"It really was!" She kept laughing.
"We got kicked out of the hotel!" Lee protested.
"We probably deserved it," said Kara, and Lee smiled.
"Okay," he said, "we probably did."
*
"I spy with my little eye," Kara started, and Lee groaned.
"Are you that bored?"
"Entertain me, Lee!"
"I knew this was a bad idea," he said, and Kara grinned.
"I'm glad you can admit it now," she replied.
*
The South Corridor became a blur of endless, crappy diners. Same checked, plastic table covers, same non-descript women with frowns on their faces.
"Do you think they hate their lives?" Kara whispered across the table. Lee lowered his menu and met her eyes.
"Who?"
"The people who work in these restaurants out here in the middle of nowhere."
Lee rolled his eyes and hid behind his menu. "Yes," he said. "I think they're miserable."
"Good," she said. "I'll have the pancakes."
"For dinner?"
"With strawberries."
He rose to make their order at the counter, and she reached out a hand. "Of course, they might not have any strawberries, out here in the middle of nowhere."
"I can improvise," he said, and she smiled.
"You better."
*
"Tell me something," said Kara, and then paused.
"What?" asked Lee, as the silence lengthened.
"Just, anything," she said, and Lee laughed.
"My brother doesn't like road trips," he said.
*
"I want to fly," said Kara, and leaned against the window.
"I don't want to be my father," said Lee, and she looked at him.
"You won't be."
He glanced across at her. "I know. I'm thinking bartender."
She laughed.
*
Lee reached the counter and dumped everything down. "Nice place you got here," said Kara, as she leaned across the counter. "Do you enjoy working here?"
"It's okay," the guy replied. "But I'm going to get out of here."
"Oh?" Kara smiled at the guy. Eighteen, maybe nineteen, and Lee rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to join the Colonial Forces," said the guy, and Lee laughed.
"You'll enjoy that," said Kara, "I know I do," and when she asked for a packet of cigars, he took ten percent off the total.
"You're disgusting," said Lee as they loaded the car, and she wrapped a hand around his arm and came in close.
"Oh, Lee," she said, voice falsetto and filled with admiration, "you don't need to be jealous. You know you'll always be my hero."
He pushed her away as she laughed.
"Get in the car. It's your turn to drive."
*
"I miss my mother," said Lee.
Kara heard the question implicit in the sentence, and focussed back on the road.
"Kara," he poked her softly.
"My dad," said Kara, and clenched her hands into fists around the steering wheel. "I wish he'd never left."
"I don't miss mine," said Lee, and his voice cracked. He fiddled with the stereo volume.
Kara heard the lie, but let him tell it anyway.
*
Kara listened to the rain hitting the roof, and took another swig from the bottle.
"This motel is kind of disgusting," said Lee, and she turned to see him screwing up his face.
"Hey, you picked it," she said, and threw her bag on the bed.
"Not my fault we ran out of money," he said. "Some of us should learn to drink a little less."
"Some of us should learn to drink a little more," Kara bit back. "Gods, Lee, we're on a frakking adventure. When are you going to learn to live a little?"
"I'll show you living," growled Lee, and he tackled her. Threw her down onto the bed and ran his hands down her sides. His fingers wormed their way under her shirt and she gasped as his cold fingers tickled her, leaving her shivering and laughing. He laughed as she tried to retaliate; licked his ear and tried to hold his hands away from her body.
"This is your idea of living?" she asked, gasping for air and giggling. "You're so boring, Lee!"
He laughed as she grappled with him. "Drinking isn't living, Kara," he said, and pinned her down.
"Come drinking with me and prove it," she breathed into his face, and she felt his breath, hot and damp on her ear.
"Okay," he said, and she shivered.
"You're so easy," she said, and listened to the rain.
*
He went to the bar to order another round. "Are you sure it's my turn?" he asked.
"Uneven rounds are you," Kara replied. "I'm sure we're at seven," and he didn't have the inclination to disagree.
"Another two," he nodded at the bartender, and when the bartender knew what he was talking about, Lee considered that they might have had a few too many.
A hand ran down his arm and he turned. A purple nail rested on his wrist, and he met the eyes of a fairly attractive brunette. At least, he thought she was attractive, and he worried he was too drunk to tell as she smiled at him. "Need a friend to share that with?" she asked, and he focused on her lips, all soft and big and her warm skin resting on his own.
"Actually," he said, and paused.
"You're so frakking deluded," he heard Kara say over the music, and he turned to see her swing.
Lee rolled his eyes. "I have to go," he said, and dove into the fray.
*
"That was awesome," said Kara, as he pushed her into the room. "Wasn't that awesome? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"
He smiled at her as he flipped on the lights.
Lee wanted to tell her off for getting them into such messes. They got out before the cops turned up, sure, but it was a closer call than usual and they were both so close to getting their commissions that he didn't want to risk it. "It wasn't bad," he said instead, and hated himself for sounding like such a moron.
She slung an arm across his shoulder. "It was AWESOME, Lee, admit it. This is living."
"I already told you what living is," he said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Lee," she said, and he reached for her belly again.
"Seriously, Kara," he parroted, and let his fingers drift up her belly until she doubled up with laughter.
"No, this isn't!" she started, and he pinned her beneath his body as she tried to tickle back, to throw him off, to bite his ear.
"It is," he said, and kissed her.
She stilled for a moment, and he nearly stopped, before she kissed him in return, nipped at his lips and buried her hands in his shirt. "And what is this?" she asked as he drew back.
"This is living too," he replied, and kissed her again.
Kara pulled at his shirt, and when he bared his skin to her she bit his shoulder and licked his skin and he shivered.
"Frak," Lee said, and she laughed into his shoulder.
"Excellent," she said, and hooked her fingers into his belt loops. "Let's see some more skin, Lee."
They tousled for a moment, as she fumbled with his zipper and he tried to push her out of her tanks, but he succeeded and as he leaned forward she smiled. "Okay," she said, and kissed him again.
He ran his fingers down her sides as pushed his pants down, and when she flipped him over he laughed. She pulled her pants off and before she threw them off the bed, she withdrew her wallet.
"What's up?" Lee asked, and she looked at him like he was stupid.
"What do you think, Lee?" she asked, and pulled out a foil packet.
"Oh," he said, and blushed as she rolled the latex down. He forgot all about it as she rolled on top of him, sank down and moaned.
"Oh frak," she said, and he bit her shoulder.
"Frak is right," he said, and "Kara," and then he was wordless and boneless and all he saw was his old friend, Kara.
"Lee," she whispered, and he reached between their bodies.
"I didn't forget," he said, and she laughed and moaned.
"Oh Gods," she breathed, and then she didn't speak again.
He closed his eyes.
*
Lee curled his fingers around his pillow and listen to her footsteps padding on the carpet. He pretended to stir, and stretched his shoulders.
"I got some breakfast," said Kara loudly. "They had those cakes you like. I know it's not normal breakfast, but I figured it'd do."
"Kara," Lee tried again.
"Come on!" she said. "Eat up, got to get on the road!"
"The point of a road trip is to take it easy," Lee replied, but rolled out of the bed anyway. Kara turned away as he pushed back the sheets.
The water was lukewarm, and when he stepped out the room was surprisingly tidy. "I packed," said Kara. "I'll be in the car.
Lee picked at his cake and shoved his feet into his shoes. He remembered the feel of Kara's skin against his own; he remembered licking her shoulder and sliding inside of her. Remembered it, and wondered if Kara did too.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked as he slid into the car.
"It's all a blur," Kara said, and quickly turned to look out the window. Too quickly, and Lee knew what that meant.
He focussed on the road, and resolved to say nothing until she did. His resolve broke when 'These City Lights' came on the radio and he started singing, but Kara turned to him and accused him of being a country fan, so he guessed it was okay.
She kept talking all the way until the next city, but she never mentioned the press of skin or the things they hadn't said.
So long as she kept talking, he could deal with that.
*
Kara leaned her head against the window, and watched the rain fall.
"So, Kara," said Lee.
She closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.
*
"So this is it," she said, as they pulled up in front of her building.
"Yeah," he replied, and looked up at her window.
"Think they're waiting?" she asked.
"Our commissions?" He looked at her, and she nodded. "Yeah," he said.
"Okay," she said, and got out of the car.
"Okay," he said, and she smiled a little half smile.
"Okay," she said, and disappeared out of sight.
*
I got accepted to War College, she read off the screen, and smiled.
"Figures," she said, into the silence, and fingered the letter from the Academy she'd found in her letterbox.
"Okay," she said, and sent him a postcard.
*
She met another Adama, and it was weird, but it was okay.
She avoids road trips, but it's okay, because Zak doesn't like driving.
This works for her.
*
Still suited up, Kara splashes water on her face and rests her hands on the sink. She draws Cylons in the water on the bench, and writes the names of the dead in the fogged up mirror.
"Ready for the next one?" asks Lee at twenty nine minutes, and she looks up and meets his eyes.
"Only if I get to pick the music," she says, and he laughs.
She watches the years drop away, until it's just him and her and a little car and a lot of alcohol.
She smiles.
END
author: pen
fandom: bsg
there are no spoilers
rated h, for some hot pilot sexing
this piece of fiction was a lot of fun to write, because it is road trip fic. with thanks to claira.
the song Lee and Kara sing is The Way by Fastball.
FOR THE PLASTICS.
***
This story ends with a road trip, in a way.
It started with one, too.
*
After dragging her out of yet another bar fight, Lee made a suggestion. "Let's leave town," he said.
Kara raised an eyebrow. "I like this one," she said. "You know. The people. The bars-"
"The bar fights," interrupted Lee. "Get in the car. We're leaving."
"I don't think," Kara started. Lee tightened his grip on her arm.
"You don't think," he said, "you fight."
"Okay," she said, and wrenched her arm free. "Whatever."
Lee watched her walk away.
*
The doorbell rang, and Kara answered it, still pulling on a baggy t-shirt. Lee leaned on the door frame.
"Honestly," he said, and she watched the way his fingers curled around his keys; watched the way he shuffled his feet; looked up to meet his eyes and -
"Oh frak," she said loudly, and leaned in closer. "What the frak happened to your eye?" She lightly touched the skin beside his eye; soft and fragile and bruised bright colours. She filed the colours away to remember later as he yelped and batted her hand away.
"Do you even remember last night?" Lee asked.
"Not a bit of it." Kara grinned and opened the door wider. "But get in here before the neighbours open their doors and complain about the racket."
"They're just as bad as you are," he snipped back as he ducked into her apartment, and trod on an errant bra lying on the floor. Kara frowned. "So you've probably forgotten," he said, turning around as she shut the door. He met her eyes.
"Forgot what?" she asked, and kicked the bra towards the couch.
"Oh, like I care," he said, indicating the bra with a nod. "We're going on a road trip today."
Kara thought hard for a minute. The early hour, the fuzziness of her brain, the hints of hangover left her feeling a little unsure. "Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I'll pack while you shower."
"I don't know," she replied. "Can you be trusted?"
"I promise to mismatch all your underwear, then hide some in my back pocket for fondling later, and pack your cigars instead."
Kara laughed. "Okay. But I'm picking the music."
"That's fine," said Lee. "We're taking my car."
She turned on the water and drowned out his voice.
*
Kara pushed her sunglasses up her nose. "I can't believe how frakking neat your car is, Lee," she said. "What are you, a spinster?"
"Hey," he said, shrugging, eyes to the road, "just because I have a little pride."
She laughed and pushed his shoulder. "Hey! I've got pride."
"Really?" he asked, and the disbelief was clear.
"Caprica pride, Lee, it's all I need."
"What about military pride?"
"Well, that too." Kara fiddled with the volume dial. "But only a little."
"A little is all you need in the military," said Lee, and they let music fill the silence.
Kara watched as the road stretched ahead of them, and settled back into her seat.
*
Lee tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sang under his breath.
"They made up their minds and they started packing," he sang, and Kara laughed.
"You forced me, you mean," she said, and started dancing in her seat.
"And when the car broke down they started walking," she sang with him, and he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She did a little jig, and he turned his head to watch her closer.
"Eyes on the road!" she yelled, and pushed his face forwards again.
He laughed, and kept driving.
*
"I gotta pee," said Kara as they passed a the last service station for eighty miles at ninety five miles an hour.
"Figures," said Lee, as he pulled an illegal u-turn.
"You're my hero," Kara said.
*
The car slowed down as they hit the outskirts of the town. "It's getting late," said Lee. "Pick someplace."
Kara peered out her window into the twilight. "That one," she said.
"Kara, it looks like a hole."
"It looks cheap," Kara retorted. "We're students, not privileged sons."
Lee kept frowning. "Okay," he said.
*
"Well," said Kara, laughing as they drove out of town. "That was fun."
Lee turned to her. "It really wasn't," he said.
"It really was!" She kept laughing.
"We got kicked out of the hotel!" Lee protested.
"We probably deserved it," said Kara, and Lee smiled.
"Okay," he said, "we probably did."
*
"I spy with my little eye," Kara started, and Lee groaned.
"Are you that bored?"
"Entertain me, Lee!"
"I knew this was a bad idea," he said, and Kara grinned.
"I'm glad you can admit it now," she replied.
*
The South Corridor became a blur of endless, crappy diners. Same checked, plastic table covers, same non-descript women with frowns on their faces.
"Do you think they hate their lives?" Kara whispered across the table. Lee lowered his menu and met her eyes.
"Who?"
"The people who work in these restaurants out here in the middle of nowhere."
Lee rolled his eyes and hid behind his menu. "Yes," he said. "I think they're miserable."
"Good," she said. "I'll have the pancakes."
"For dinner?"
"With strawberries."
He rose to make their order at the counter, and she reached out a hand. "Of course, they might not have any strawberries, out here in the middle of nowhere."
"I can improvise," he said, and she smiled.
"You better."
*
"Tell me something," said Kara, and then paused.
"What?" asked Lee, as the silence lengthened.
"Just, anything," she said, and Lee laughed.
"My brother doesn't like road trips," he said.
*
"I want to fly," said Kara, and leaned against the window.
"I don't want to be my father," said Lee, and she looked at him.
"You won't be."
He glanced across at her. "I know. I'm thinking bartender."
She laughed.
*
Lee reached the counter and dumped everything down. "Nice place you got here," said Kara, as she leaned across the counter. "Do you enjoy working here?"
"It's okay," the guy replied. "But I'm going to get out of here."
"Oh?" Kara smiled at the guy. Eighteen, maybe nineteen, and Lee rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to join the Colonial Forces," said the guy, and Lee laughed.
"You'll enjoy that," said Kara, "I know I do," and when she asked for a packet of cigars, he took ten percent off the total.
"You're disgusting," said Lee as they loaded the car, and she wrapped a hand around his arm and came in close.
"Oh, Lee," she said, voice falsetto and filled with admiration, "you don't need to be jealous. You know you'll always be my hero."
He pushed her away as she laughed.
"Get in the car. It's your turn to drive."
*
"I miss my mother," said Lee.
Kara heard the question implicit in the sentence, and focussed back on the road.
"Kara," he poked her softly.
"My dad," said Kara, and clenched her hands into fists around the steering wheel. "I wish he'd never left."
"I don't miss mine," said Lee, and his voice cracked. He fiddled with the stereo volume.
Kara heard the lie, but let him tell it anyway.
*
Kara listened to the rain hitting the roof, and took another swig from the bottle.
"This motel is kind of disgusting," said Lee, and she turned to see him screwing up his face.
"Hey, you picked it," she said, and threw her bag on the bed.
"Not my fault we ran out of money," he said. "Some of us should learn to drink a little less."
"Some of us should learn to drink a little more," Kara bit back. "Gods, Lee, we're on a frakking adventure. When are you going to learn to live a little?"
"I'll show you living," growled Lee, and he tackled her. Threw her down onto the bed and ran his hands down her sides. His fingers wormed their way under her shirt and she gasped as his cold fingers tickled her, leaving her shivering and laughing. He laughed as she tried to retaliate; licked his ear and tried to hold his hands away from her body.
"This is your idea of living?" she asked, gasping for air and giggling. "You're so boring, Lee!"
He laughed as she grappled with him. "Drinking isn't living, Kara," he said, and pinned her down.
"Come drinking with me and prove it," she breathed into his face, and she felt his breath, hot and damp on her ear.
"Okay," he said, and she shivered.
"You're so easy," she said, and listened to the rain.
*
He went to the bar to order another round. "Are you sure it's my turn?" he asked.
"Uneven rounds are you," Kara replied. "I'm sure we're at seven," and he didn't have the inclination to disagree.
"Another two," he nodded at the bartender, and when the bartender knew what he was talking about, Lee considered that they might have had a few too many.
A hand ran down his arm and he turned. A purple nail rested on his wrist, and he met the eyes of a fairly attractive brunette. At least, he thought she was attractive, and he worried he was too drunk to tell as she smiled at him. "Need a friend to share that with?" she asked, and he focused on her lips, all soft and big and her warm skin resting on his own.
"Actually," he said, and paused.
"You're so frakking deluded," he heard Kara say over the music, and he turned to see her swing.
Lee rolled his eyes. "I have to go," he said, and dove into the fray.
*
"That was awesome," said Kara, as he pushed her into the room. "Wasn't that awesome? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"
He smiled at her as he flipped on the lights.
Lee wanted to tell her off for getting them into such messes. They got out before the cops turned up, sure, but it was a closer call than usual and they were both so close to getting their commissions that he didn't want to risk it. "It wasn't bad," he said instead, and hated himself for sounding like such a moron.
She slung an arm across his shoulder. "It was AWESOME, Lee, admit it. This is living."
"I already told you what living is," he said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Lee," she said, and he reached for her belly again.
"Seriously, Kara," he parroted, and let his fingers drift up her belly until she doubled up with laughter.
"No, this isn't!" she started, and he pinned her beneath his body as she tried to tickle back, to throw him off, to bite his ear.
"It is," he said, and kissed her.
She stilled for a moment, and he nearly stopped, before she kissed him in return, nipped at his lips and buried her hands in his shirt. "And what is this?" she asked as he drew back.
"This is living too," he replied, and kissed her again.
Kara pulled at his shirt, and when he bared his skin to her she bit his shoulder and licked his skin and he shivered.
"Frak," Lee said, and she laughed into his shoulder.
"Excellent," she said, and hooked her fingers into his belt loops. "Let's see some more skin, Lee."
They tousled for a moment, as she fumbled with his zipper and he tried to push her out of her tanks, but he succeeded and as he leaned forward she smiled. "Okay," she said, and kissed him again.
He ran his fingers down her sides as pushed his pants down, and when she flipped him over he laughed. She pulled her pants off and before she threw them off the bed, she withdrew her wallet.
"What's up?" Lee asked, and she looked at him like he was stupid.
"What do you think, Lee?" she asked, and pulled out a foil packet.
"Oh," he said, and blushed as she rolled the latex down. He forgot all about it as she rolled on top of him, sank down and moaned.
"Oh frak," she said, and he bit her shoulder.
"Frak is right," he said, and "Kara," and then he was wordless and boneless and all he saw was his old friend, Kara.
"Lee," she whispered, and he reached between their bodies.
"I didn't forget," he said, and she laughed and moaned.
"Oh Gods," she breathed, and then she didn't speak again.
He closed his eyes.
*
Lee curled his fingers around his pillow and listen to her footsteps padding on the carpet. He pretended to stir, and stretched his shoulders.
"I got some breakfast," said Kara loudly. "They had those cakes you like. I know it's not normal breakfast, but I figured it'd do."
"Kara," Lee tried again.
"Come on!" she said. "Eat up, got to get on the road!"
"The point of a road trip is to take it easy," Lee replied, but rolled out of the bed anyway. Kara turned away as he pushed back the sheets.
The water was lukewarm, and when he stepped out the room was surprisingly tidy. "I packed," said Kara. "I'll be in the car.
Lee picked at his cake and shoved his feet into his shoes. He remembered the feel of Kara's skin against his own; he remembered licking her shoulder and sliding inside of her. Remembered it, and wondered if Kara did too.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked as he slid into the car.
"It's all a blur," Kara said, and quickly turned to look out the window. Too quickly, and Lee knew what that meant.
He focussed on the road, and resolved to say nothing until she did. His resolve broke when 'These City Lights' came on the radio and he started singing, but Kara turned to him and accused him of being a country fan, so he guessed it was okay.
She kept talking all the way until the next city, but she never mentioned the press of skin or the things they hadn't said.
So long as she kept talking, he could deal with that.
*
Kara leaned her head against the window, and watched the rain fall.
"So, Kara," said Lee.
She closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.
*
"So this is it," she said, as they pulled up in front of her building.
"Yeah," he replied, and looked up at her window.
"Think they're waiting?" she asked.
"Our commissions?" He looked at her, and she nodded. "Yeah," he said.
"Okay," she said, and got out of the car.
"Okay," he said, and she smiled a little half smile.
"Okay," she said, and disappeared out of sight.
*
I got accepted to War College, she read off the screen, and smiled.
"Figures," she said, into the silence, and fingered the letter from the Academy she'd found in her letterbox.
"Okay," she said, and sent him a postcard.
*
She met another Adama, and it was weird, but it was okay.
She avoids road trips, but it's okay, because Zak doesn't like driving.
This works for her.
*
Still suited up, Kara splashes water on her face and rests her hands on the sink. She draws Cylons in the water on the bench, and writes the names of the dead in the fogged up mirror.
"Ready for the next one?" asks Lee at twenty nine minutes, and she looks up and meets his eyes.
"Only if I get to pick the music," she says, and he laughs.
She watches the years drop away, until it's just him and her and a little car and a lot of alcohol.
She smiles.
END
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Date: 2005-11-13 03:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-13 03:36 pm (UTC)*flees*
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:12 pm (UTC)*loves you back*
How're the desert pilots going?
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Date: 2005-11-13 03:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-13 04:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-13 03:51 pm (UTC)I really love this. Beautifully done, Pen.
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:15 pm (UTC)There is so much that they don't say, because they're not those kinds of people. And now they're stuck together until the end of the world, with all that history? BSG IS AWESOME.
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:21 pm (UTC)Yes. Uhm, just yes. I can for some reason picture the entirety of this in my mind, with Lee and Kara driving about and singing and repressing, yes.
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:50 pm (UTC)And then they have sex, and that's pretty awesome too.
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-13 04:57 pm (UTC)For some reason, this line had me laughing myself off ,my chair:
"then hide some in my back pocket for fondling later" (hee hee)
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:24 pm (UTC)Yes. Yes he totally is.
Loved this, the way you write their friendship as so easy in some ways, but only because they never acknowledge half of what they're thinking or feeling.
Oh, and the tickling. LOVE the tickling.
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:39 pm (UTC)This story ends with a road trip, in a way.
It started with one, too.
you write between-the-lines so well.
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:52 pm (UTC)I also love "The Way." :-D
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:56 pm (UTC)*g*
The Way is a fabulous song. Brilliant for driving.
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Date: 2005-11-13 06:29 pm (UTC)Your fics just keep getting better and better =)
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Date: 2005-11-14 07:18 pm (UTC)Even in canon, I'd be surprised if they didn't repress and deny once they sex. It'll be OMGWTF! pretends it never happened, which will only up the tension and the angst.
Sigh! My pretty pilots, they eat angst for breakfast, even when they're on a fun roadtrip. I love them so!
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 12:40 am (UTC)Oh, I LOVE this. Any fic that acknowledges and uses the history between these two is fantastic in my book. Plus, Kara boozing and fighting her way through all these towns with Lee as her partner-in-crime/chaperone sounds like a hell of a road trip to me.
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Date: 2005-11-18 09:27 am (UTC)What? I'm running out of new and interesting compliments.
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Date: 2006-10-25 03:08 pm (UTC)ANYWAYS. This is awesome and brilliant and all kinds of good. I love the song, the road trip itself, the confessions (and what wasn't confessed) and, oh, everything in this.
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Date: 2006-10-26 12:24 pm (UTC)