Best Seat in the House (Traditional Voyeuristic Intentions Remix), by lyssie
Title: Best Seat in the House (Traditional Voyeuristic Intentions Remix)
remix author: lyssie
Summary: Finding Earth sends everyone a little crazy.
Characters: Anastasia Dualla, Felix Gaeta, Lee Adama, Karl Agathon, Laura Roslin and William Adama
Pairings: Roslin/Adama
Rating: PG13
Warnings: some het, implied non-explicit sex, voyeurism
Beta Thanks: to bluediamond421 for last-minute poking.
Title, Author and URL of original story: 'Best Seat in the House' by LongLiveLaura http://longlivelaura.livejournal.com/10944.html
Author Notes: I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this, at first. I ended up with two half-finished ideas, neither of which made it into this.
There was a long and somewhat sordid history of people having sex in the CIC of Galactica. Rumor had it that even as the great battlestar was being constructed, some of her technicians had pressurized the room and christened it, leaving behind their own indelible marks upon the emotional aura there. After it was commissioned, enterprising Watch Officers learned to take bribes and look the other way. Even during the war, there were times when a dark corner could contain more than a sleeping petty officer or two.
Decades passed, and CIC was probably the best and hardest notch to claim. Pilots, deck crew, officers, noncoms, everyone thought of trying it. Some succeeded, others didn't. More than a few found themselves sharing brig time for conduct unbecoming (though, since it was an internal matter, the public was never privy to their pecadilloes).
Even after Commander Adama took command of the battered ship, there were still little indiscretions in CIC.
Then the second war with the Cylons broke out, and things changed. The desperate flight of the human race left most of the Galactica too busy to frak in their own racks let alone in CIC. But as the years dragged on, the denizens of the battlestar found themselves questing further and further afield for entertainment (and places to frak).
More than a few memorable encounters happened there before they found Earth.
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If anyone had asked Laura Roslin what she had planned to do that morning, pardoning Cylons, finding Earth and making out with William Adama would not have been at the top of her list. Still, that's exactly what she had done, and the euphoria of surviving until now was getting to her, making her reckless.
She wasn't the only one lost in the hysteria of hope. Lee Adama had jumped on top of the center console, his shirt yanked off as though he'd been born to the task.
"Apollo is stripping, and the Admiral is making out with the President."
Anastasia Dualla was trying to do her job--well, trying not to dance in her seat while doing her job. She wasn't supposed to be letting her eyes stray around the room. If they happened to cross over her ex-husband, it was entirely by chance. If they happened to pass over the President and the Admiral, it was also pure luck. Felix Gaeta was simply being annoying, trying to get her out of her seat.
"It's not going to work," she informed him, her pen making note of the tenth call coming in.
"You don't want to see the Admiral making out?" Felix asked, tone amused.
Dee wrinkled her nose. It wasn't that she begrudged the Admiral and the President, it was just... weird. Like seeing her parents make out (those memories now have a golden hue to them, as though precious in a way she hadn't considered when they'd first happened), or having her grandmother explain about boys and sex over the kitchen table while Anastasia squirmed and wished she hadn't asked that question.
Earth. Frakking Starbuck and her frakking Cylons had found Earth. Dualla couldn't keep herself from smiling, from feeling the intense happiness that came from knowing they had found a home. This was where they were meant to be, this was the prophecy fulfilled. It didn't matter if there were still uncertainties, if they couldn't be sure of a viable planet.
This was Earth.
"We really found it," Felix murmured in answer to her unspoken thoughts, his voice without its usual cynical edge.
It was good to hear him sound happy. Maybe Earth would be the best thing that happened to him. She grinned at him, then tried to apply herself to her duties. The ships all over the fleet were clamoring for attention. It would certainly be a long shift, though a happy one.
Unfortunately, the President and Admiral didn't stop with simply kissing each other in the middle of CIC.
Felix informed her that they were moving to Damage Control, as though she wanted him to keep tabs on them for her.
Probably not the best place they could have gone for privacy--the room was glassed-in; it wasn't going to provide a lot of protection against prying eyes. Then again, most people weren't watching them that much.
Most people weren't the king and queen of Galactica gossip.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, Dee tried not to follow Felix's glance, but found herself watching the Admiral sit down in a chair, the President following him an instant later. Laura Roslin had a slightly surprised look on her face. "We should not be watching," she pointed out.
"No. Not watching." Felix made a strangled noise.
Dee felt her giggles bubble up.
Earth. It was enough to make everyone go a little insane. Even Adama and Roslin, two people who were normally very reserved, very careful with how they presented themselves (Roslin more than the Admiral, of course. She couldn't afford to lose her public the way he could).
Which was probably why Felix reached over and began messing with the communications console.
"This is wrong."
"Shut up."
Dee smacked Felix with her pen, but didn't object when his fingers finished what they'd been doing. She was very studiously not glancing towards Damage Control.
Voices poured into CIC, breathy and a little tinny from the microphone someone had long ago installed in the glass-walled room. Rumor had it that the Officer of the Day had installed it, after Starbuck had frakked in there one too many times (rumor also said that there had been older equipment removed, which proved that tradition was being upheld).
No one was sure if it had been Kelly or Gaeta, though Dee's money had always been on the latter.
The last time anyone had recorded sound from Damage Control, little petty officer Cirren had spent a month avoiding Dee, having been told she'd broadcast his encounter with his girlfriend to the entire ship. She'd never been able to set him straight, having lost a bet.
Wear on the microphone made things a little difficult to hear, static interrupting normal sound.
"...time I frak you... gonna be on Earth."
The President went even breathier, the word drawn out into a low moan. "Yes." A burst of static followed the word, almost echoing with feedback.
Several people in CIC froze, darting glances up at the Damage Control booth. Those who were from Pegasus simply looked confused. The Admiral rumbled on, his voice low and raspy in a way that had more than one deck officer shifting uncomfortably, the static subsiding until he was finished. "I'm gonna lay you down, naked, in the grass; frak you under the stars, in the fresh air."
It was like having a thing for your dad. Or your favorite uncle. Dee felt her cheeks flush when Lee hopped down from his table and stared at her, eyes accusing.
"...in front of a fire, in our cabin."
"Oh gods, yes..."
"Lieutenant."
Karl Agathon's voice snapped Dee out of her introspection, and she switched the channel closed, sending a burst of static through CIC. "Sir?"
A muscle jumped in his jaw, and Helo looked torn between laughter and outrage.
"People are very happy, sir," she suggested, eyes wide.
"C'mon, Captain, I'm sure you won't begrudge a few CIC officers their own pleasure," Felix added, from where he was sitting, the picture of innocence. "Especially since Apollo is still shirtless."
Laughter won.
Delighted, Dee set down her pen, and joined in. It was the laughter of desperation, the laughter of people pushed to their limits, finding themselves standing on the edges of a paradise. The laughter of people really not wanting to think about the probable sex occurring twenty feet away.
"Ahem." Interrupting them by clearing his throat, Lee Adama seemed uncomfortable.
"Lee." Trying to stifle her laughter, Dee picked up her pen again. "Can we--" she coughed, and managed to finish her sentence, "--help you?"
For a moment, he looked between the three of them, very consciously not looking towards the Damage Control booth. His eyes finally landed on Captain Agathon. "Helo, I was thinking we should start organizing for a trip to the surface."
"Shouldn't we send raptors to take scans, make sure it's habitable?" Helo suggested, though he didn't sound very serious about the idea.
After all, it was Earth. Their faith had brought them to it, and it would provide for them.
Practically, of course, it was stupid to assume that the planet was ready for them, with houses and cities, streets and schools. Sometimes, Dee wondered if anyone ever thought about the practicalities involved with settling on a new planet. There would have to be sacrifices, things they would no longer have.
She shook the thoughts off as Lee and Helo discussed what raptors and crews were ready to go down to the planet and whether some of the civilian administration should go with them. Tuning them out a little, Dee continued to field calls from the civilian ships. Over and over, she told them that yes, this was Earth. Yes, there would be an expedition to the surface. No, there was no time for the Admiral and/or President to speak with them. Yes, she would make note of their requests.
"We should really talk to the Admiral," Helo finally said. He looked at Dee, "Lieutenant?"
"Sir?"
"Would you go check on them?"
Dee's mouth opened in surprise, then she narrowed her eyes, "I'm afraid I can't leave this communications board. Sir." Besides, walking in on the Admiral wasn't in her job description.
A chuckle escaped Lee and he slapped Helo on the shoulder, "C'mon, Captain, let's go see if they're ready for this new world of ours."
Doing her best not to glance at Felix, Dee concentrated very hard on her work, and tried not to think about the probable reactions of the four people about to come into contact with each other.
In the years to come, Dee hoped that the CIC traditions would continue, even if the equipment and walls were brought to the surface of their new home.
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remix author: lyssie
Summary: Finding Earth sends everyone a little crazy.
Characters: Anastasia Dualla, Felix Gaeta, Lee Adama, Karl Agathon, Laura Roslin and William Adama
Pairings: Roslin/Adama
Rating: PG13
Warnings: some het, implied non-explicit sex, voyeurism
Beta Thanks: to bluediamond421 for last-minute poking.
Title, Author and URL of original story: 'Best Seat in the House' by LongLiveLaura http://longlivelaura.livejournal.com/10944.html
Author Notes: I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this, at first. I ended up with two half-finished ideas, neither of which made it into this.
There was a long and somewhat sordid history of people having sex in the CIC of Galactica. Rumor had it that even as the great battlestar was being constructed, some of her technicians had pressurized the room and christened it, leaving behind their own indelible marks upon the emotional aura there. After it was commissioned, enterprising Watch Officers learned to take bribes and look the other way. Even during the war, there were times when a dark corner could contain more than a sleeping petty officer or two.
Decades passed, and CIC was probably the best and hardest notch to claim. Pilots, deck crew, officers, noncoms, everyone thought of trying it. Some succeeded, others didn't. More than a few found themselves sharing brig time for conduct unbecoming (though, since it was an internal matter, the public was never privy to their pecadilloes).
Even after Commander Adama took command of the battered ship, there were still little indiscretions in CIC.
Then the second war with the Cylons broke out, and things changed. The desperate flight of the human race left most of the Galactica too busy to frak in their own racks let alone in CIC. But as the years dragged on, the denizens of the battlestar found themselves questing further and further afield for entertainment (and places to frak).
More than a few memorable encounters happened there before they found Earth.
-
If anyone had asked Laura Roslin what she had planned to do that morning, pardoning Cylons, finding Earth and making out with William Adama would not have been at the top of her list. Still, that's exactly what she had done, and the euphoria of surviving until now was getting to her, making her reckless.
She wasn't the only one lost in the hysteria of hope. Lee Adama had jumped on top of the center console, his shirt yanked off as though he'd been born to the task.
"Apollo is stripping, and the Admiral is making out with the President."
Anastasia Dualla was trying to do her job--well, trying not to dance in her seat while doing her job. She wasn't supposed to be letting her eyes stray around the room. If they happened to cross over her ex-husband, it was entirely by chance. If they happened to pass over the President and the Admiral, it was also pure luck. Felix Gaeta was simply being annoying, trying to get her out of her seat.
"It's not going to work," she informed him, her pen making note of the tenth call coming in.
"You don't want to see the Admiral making out?" Felix asked, tone amused.
Dee wrinkled her nose. It wasn't that she begrudged the Admiral and the President, it was just... weird. Like seeing her parents make out (those memories now have a golden hue to them, as though precious in a way she hadn't considered when they'd first happened), or having her grandmother explain about boys and sex over the kitchen table while Anastasia squirmed and wished she hadn't asked that question.
Earth. Frakking Starbuck and her frakking Cylons had found Earth. Dualla couldn't keep herself from smiling, from feeling the intense happiness that came from knowing they had found a home. This was where they were meant to be, this was the prophecy fulfilled. It didn't matter if there were still uncertainties, if they couldn't be sure of a viable planet.
This was Earth.
"We really found it," Felix murmured in answer to her unspoken thoughts, his voice without its usual cynical edge.
It was good to hear him sound happy. Maybe Earth would be the best thing that happened to him. She grinned at him, then tried to apply herself to her duties. The ships all over the fleet were clamoring for attention. It would certainly be a long shift, though a happy one.
Unfortunately, the President and Admiral didn't stop with simply kissing each other in the middle of CIC.
Felix informed her that they were moving to Damage Control, as though she wanted him to keep tabs on them for her.
Probably not the best place they could have gone for privacy--the room was glassed-in; it wasn't going to provide a lot of protection against prying eyes. Then again, most people weren't watching them that much.
Most people weren't the king and queen of Galactica gossip.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, Dee tried not to follow Felix's glance, but found herself watching the Admiral sit down in a chair, the President following him an instant later. Laura Roslin had a slightly surprised look on her face. "We should not be watching," she pointed out.
"No. Not watching." Felix made a strangled noise.
Dee felt her giggles bubble up.
Earth. It was enough to make everyone go a little insane. Even Adama and Roslin, two people who were normally very reserved, very careful with how they presented themselves (Roslin more than the Admiral, of course. She couldn't afford to lose her public the way he could).
Which was probably why Felix reached over and began messing with the communications console.
"This is wrong."
"Shut up."
Dee smacked Felix with her pen, but didn't object when his fingers finished what they'd been doing. She was very studiously not glancing towards Damage Control.
Voices poured into CIC, breathy and a little tinny from the microphone someone had long ago installed in the glass-walled room. Rumor had it that the Officer of the Day had installed it, after Starbuck had frakked in there one too many times (rumor also said that there had been older equipment removed, which proved that tradition was being upheld).
No one was sure if it had been Kelly or Gaeta, though Dee's money had always been on the latter.
The last time anyone had recorded sound from Damage Control, little petty officer Cirren had spent a month avoiding Dee, having been told she'd broadcast his encounter with his girlfriend to the entire ship. She'd never been able to set him straight, having lost a bet.
Wear on the microphone made things a little difficult to hear, static interrupting normal sound.
"...time I frak you... gonna be on Earth."
The President went even breathier, the word drawn out into a low moan. "Yes." A burst of static followed the word, almost echoing with feedback.
Several people in CIC froze, darting glances up at the Damage Control booth. Those who were from Pegasus simply looked confused. The Admiral rumbled on, his voice low and raspy in a way that had more than one deck officer shifting uncomfortably, the static subsiding until he was finished. "I'm gonna lay you down, naked, in the grass; frak you under the stars, in the fresh air."
It was like having a thing for your dad. Or your favorite uncle. Dee felt her cheeks flush when Lee hopped down from his table and stared at her, eyes accusing.
"...in front of a fire, in our cabin."
"Oh gods, yes..."
"Lieutenant."
Karl Agathon's voice snapped Dee out of her introspection, and she switched the channel closed, sending a burst of static through CIC. "Sir?"
A muscle jumped in his jaw, and Helo looked torn between laughter and outrage.
"People are very happy, sir," she suggested, eyes wide.
"C'mon, Captain, I'm sure you won't begrudge a few CIC officers their own pleasure," Felix added, from where he was sitting, the picture of innocence. "Especially since Apollo is still shirtless."
Laughter won.
Delighted, Dee set down her pen, and joined in. It was the laughter of desperation, the laughter of people pushed to their limits, finding themselves standing on the edges of a paradise. The laughter of people really not wanting to think about the probable sex occurring twenty feet away.
"Ahem." Interrupting them by clearing his throat, Lee Adama seemed uncomfortable.
"Lee." Trying to stifle her laughter, Dee picked up her pen again. "Can we--" she coughed, and managed to finish her sentence, "--help you?"
For a moment, he looked between the three of them, very consciously not looking towards the Damage Control booth. His eyes finally landed on Captain Agathon. "Helo, I was thinking we should start organizing for a trip to the surface."
"Shouldn't we send raptors to take scans, make sure it's habitable?" Helo suggested, though he didn't sound very serious about the idea.
After all, it was Earth. Their faith had brought them to it, and it would provide for them.
Practically, of course, it was stupid to assume that the planet was ready for them, with houses and cities, streets and schools. Sometimes, Dee wondered if anyone ever thought about the practicalities involved with settling on a new planet. There would have to be sacrifices, things they would no longer have.
She shook the thoughts off as Lee and Helo discussed what raptors and crews were ready to go down to the planet and whether some of the civilian administration should go with them. Tuning them out a little, Dee continued to field calls from the civilian ships. Over and over, she told them that yes, this was Earth. Yes, there would be an expedition to the surface. No, there was no time for the Admiral and/or President to speak with them. Yes, she would make note of their requests.
"We should really talk to the Admiral," Helo finally said. He looked at Dee, "Lieutenant?"
"Sir?"
"Would you go check on them?"
Dee's mouth opened in surprise, then she narrowed her eyes, "I'm afraid I can't leave this communications board. Sir." Besides, walking in on the Admiral wasn't in her job description.
A chuckle escaped Lee and he slapped Helo on the shoulder, "C'mon, Captain, let's go see if they're ready for this new world of ours."
Doing her best not to glance at Felix, Dee concentrated very hard on her work, and tried not to think about the probable reactions of the four people about to come into contact with each other.
In the years to come, Dee hoped that the CIC traditions would continue, even if the equipment and walls were brought to the surface of their new home.
-f-