I wasn't sure where the 'talk' after the near frak would go and was taken completely by surprise with Lee's admission of being a head case. Not because it was out of place, I just didn't see it coming.
I was pretty much surprised by it myself. Like I said, this was *not* the fic I set out to write, and it felt like the bulk of the dialogue wrote itself with me simply filling in the descriptive bits. When I rewatched Scar the other day, one scene that really stuck with me was when BB (the dead nugget referenced in this fic) was on the coms and Lee was off in some room, alone, listening to the pilot chatter and "talking" back. Given that this was a mission that was figuratively eating pilots alive and they were throwing nuggets into the fray that were still wet behind the ears, it seemed very telling to me that Lee, the magnificent bastard of "Hand of God" was alone in his dress blues instead of in a viper. And since my directive was to write from Lee's POV, this story just came trickling out.
"You should put your boots back on, Lee. I can smell your feet from here," she said, voice slurring slightly. Although her back was still toward him, he was fairly certain the smile didn't reach her eyes.
I loved the economy of this line myself. Yes, his feet most probably reeked. And I'd like to think that there's both affection in her telling him his feet smell as well as the not-unkind innuendo of "Don't go leaving those boots outside the hatch because you're not getting anything else from me tonight, Adama." And you'll notice, the ever hopeful Lee never actually puts his boots back on. They are still lying about (and smelly) when she has Helo cart him away.
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I was pretty much surprised by it myself. Like I said, this was *not* the fic I set out to write, and it felt like the bulk of the dialogue wrote itself with me simply filling in the descriptive bits. When I rewatched Scar the other day, one scene that really stuck with me was when BB (the dead nugget referenced in this fic) was on the coms and Lee was off in some room, alone, listening to the pilot chatter and "talking" back. Given that this was a mission that was figuratively eating pilots alive and they were throwing nuggets into the fray that were still wet behind the ears, it seemed very telling to me that Lee, the magnificent bastard of "Hand of God" was alone in his dress blues instead of in a viper. And since my directive was to write from Lee's POV, this story just came trickling out.
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I loved the economy of this line myself. Yes, his feet most probably reeked. And I'd like to think that there's both affection in her telling him his feet smell as well as the not-unkind innuendo of "Don't go leaving those boots outside the hatch because you're not getting anything else from me tonight, Adama." And you'll notice, the ever hopeful Lee never actually puts his boots back on. They are still lying about (and smelly) when she has Helo cart him away.
Thanks for popping by to read this!
::is chuffed to have a return belly rub::
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