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Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2004)
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace/Lee "Apollo" Adama
Prompt: #6 -- Hours
Word Count: 879
Rating: PG
Summary: The repercussions of Lee getting hurt in battle.
Author's Notes: Nyeh, this didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to... I guess that means I have another fic is necessary for this particular plot bunny xD
She's been standing by his bedside for more than an hour by the time he cracks open his eyes. Kara grins softly at him while he adjusts to the light. He's dressed in a hospital gown for what seems like the first time; Lee never gets sick, never waivers in the face of the enemy. With all the triple shifts he'd been taking lately, Kara should have known that eventually Lee would break; that he'd make a mistake due to exhaustion or simply let his body go on autopilot. She should have anticipated everything. That was her job: Lee may very well be the CAG, but Kara knew the pulse of the Air Group. She knew her pilots like the back of her hand; or, at least, she knew most of them. Lee was different. Lee was personal, and Kara didn't have much experience with that kind of policy. Either you were a frak or you worked alongside Kara or you gave her orders. Lee was had many variations and that scared her. Simple and clean was so much easier.
"Hey," Lee said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. The sleep had been well deserved, Kara knew it... still, she couldn't help but feel the resentment. I stood here to make sure you didn't move on without me, Captain. I watched you sleep your ass off while I was on duty. Don't expect me to be doing you any more favors.
"Hey yourself, Captain," Kara said, putting a hand on his own. Lee smiled at the gesture. "Don't be getting too comfy, I expect you out of this bed ASAP." Lee shot her a look. "Oi, don't get shirty with me. We need our CAG back. You can't just veg out in sick bay while your nuggest kick Cylon ass out there... sir."
"I'm the CAG, Lieutenant Thrace, I can veg out in sick bay all day for all I care," Lee yawned, turning his head away from her.
Kara doesn't remember ever seeing Lee in sick bay before. She feels her small smile turn into a twisted frown, and she covers her mouth with her palm. Her eyes give her away, however: glassy and wrinkled, she fights for composure. Lee doesn't get hurt. He just... doesn't. The CAG doesn't take a day off. No one did.
Lee turned back to see Kara staring at him, eyes bright.
"Kara?" he murmured, trying to sit up, trying to reach for her. He winced immediately. "What the--" Lee lifted his hospital gown to reveal a long burn down his right side.
"They operated on you for hours," Kara squeaked out, scrunching her eyes tight at the sight of the nasty wound. "They couldn't stop the bleeding. Frak, Lee." She took a deep breath. "I know you're melodramatic and all, but you don't have to go to such an extreme end to get the point across."
"But how..." Lee asked softly, taking a closer look at his side. "I remember going in for the
"Your viper burst a pipe mid-landing. I'm still kicking the Chief's ass, thank you very much. Most of that little frakker," she said, pointing to the wound, "is a chemical burn. It'll scar."
"Not what I'm worried about," Lee sighed, pulling down the hospital gown. He closed his eyes. "Are you okay? How long have you been waiting for me to rise and shine?"
Too long, Kara thinks. "About an hour."
"Did we get them?"
"The Cylons? Yeah, we got 'em. Hotdog hit a dozen, he's getting shots of ambrosia from the entire Group as we speak. They all wish you a speedy recovery, by the by. They want their CAG back." Kara placed a heavy hand on his own. "So does this lieutenant."
"And so does this CAG," Lee added, sighing. "I hate being in sick bay."
"Me too," Kara admitted. "All my nightmares take place in sick bay." She squeezed his hand once and left through the gray curtains before Lee could comfort her or some frakking stupid thing like that.
---
The moment Lee comes back to the Group (four days, six hours after his initial surgery), Kara is punching a sand-filled bag in the training facility. He finds her a few hours later, after she's dusted a few rounds with the old dummy.
"I'm back."
"So I heard."
"Glad to see me?"
"Sure."
They paused.
"I'd offer to be a sparring partner," Lee began.
"No frakking chance. Would you like me to split your side open for you, Captain Adama?" Kara laughed harshly. She delivered a few more punches in rapid fire. Bang, bang, bang.
"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you did," Lee said over the noise of her fist hitting the punching bag. Kara nodded.
"Least I could do, Captain," Kara grunted. "You're my CAG."
Lee didn't speak for a moment. "That's right," he muttered. "Anyway, that's it. Best be on my way to catch up on the fleet's doings." He gave her a wave before heading out.
Kara threw one more punch at the bag with her thumb tucked under her forefingers.
Bang.
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace/Lee "Apollo" Adama
Prompt: #6 -- Hours
Word Count: 879
Rating: PG
Summary: The repercussions of Lee getting hurt in battle.
Author's Notes: Nyeh, this didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to... I guess that means I have another fic is necessary for this particular plot bunny xD
She's been standing by his bedside for more than an hour by the time he cracks open his eyes. Kara grins softly at him while he adjusts to the light. He's dressed in a hospital gown for what seems like the first time; Lee never gets sick, never waivers in the face of the enemy. With all the triple shifts he'd been taking lately, Kara should have known that eventually Lee would break; that he'd make a mistake due to exhaustion or simply let his body go on autopilot. She should have anticipated everything. That was her job: Lee may very well be the CAG, but Kara knew the pulse of the Air Group. She knew her pilots like the back of her hand; or, at least, she knew most of them. Lee was different. Lee was personal, and Kara didn't have much experience with that kind of policy. Either you were a frak or you worked alongside Kara or you gave her orders. Lee was had many variations and that scared her. Simple and clean was so much easier.
"Hey," Lee said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. The sleep had been well deserved, Kara knew it... still, she couldn't help but feel the resentment. I stood here to make sure you didn't move on without me, Captain. I watched you sleep your ass off while I was on duty. Don't expect me to be doing you any more favors.
"Hey yourself, Captain," Kara said, putting a hand on his own. Lee smiled at the gesture. "Don't be getting too comfy, I expect you out of this bed ASAP." Lee shot her a look. "Oi, don't get shirty with me. We need our CAG back. You can't just veg out in sick bay while your nuggest kick Cylon ass out there... sir."
"I'm the CAG, Lieutenant Thrace, I can veg out in sick bay all day for all I care," Lee yawned, turning his head away from her.
Kara doesn't remember ever seeing Lee in sick bay before. She feels her small smile turn into a twisted frown, and she covers her mouth with her palm. Her eyes give her away, however: glassy and wrinkled, she fights for composure. Lee doesn't get hurt. He just... doesn't. The CAG doesn't take a day off. No one did.
Lee turned back to see Kara staring at him, eyes bright.
"Kara?" he murmured, trying to sit up, trying to reach for her. He winced immediately. "What the--" Lee lifted his hospital gown to reveal a long burn down his right side.
"They operated on you for hours," Kara squeaked out, scrunching her eyes tight at the sight of the nasty wound. "They couldn't stop the bleeding. Frak, Lee." She took a deep breath. "I know you're melodramatic and all, but you don't have to go to such an extreme end to get the point across."
"But how..." Lee asked softly, taking a closer look at his side. "I remember going in for the
"Your viper burst a pipe mid-landing. I'm still kicking the Chief's ass, thank you very much. Most of that little frakker," she said, pointing to the wound, "is a chemical burn. It'll scar."
"Not what I'm worried about," Lee sighed, pulling down the hospital gown. He closed his eyes. "Are you okay? How long have you been waiting for me to rise and shine?"
Too long, Kara thinks. "About an hour."
"Did we get them?"
"The Cylons? Yeah, we got 'em. Hotdog hit a dozen, he's getting shots of ambrosia from the entire Group as we speak. They all wish you a speedy recovery, by the by. They want their CAG back." Kara placed a heavy hand on his own. "So does this lieutenant."
"And so does this CAG," Lee added, sighing. "I hate being in sick bay."
"Me too," Kara admitted. "All my nightmares take place in sick bay." She squeezed his hand once and left through the gray curtains before Lee could comfort her or some frakking stupid thing like that.
---
The moment Lee comes back to the Group (four days, six hours after his initial surgery), Kara is punching a sand-filled bag in the training facility. He finds her a few hours later, after she's dusted a few rounds with the old dummy.
"I'm back."
"So I heard."
"Glad to see me?"
"Sure."
They paused.
"I'd offer to be a sparring partner," Lee began.
"No frakking chance. Would you like me to split your side open for you, Captain Adama?" Kara laughed harshly. She delivered a few more punches in rapid fire. Bang, bang, bang.
"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you did," Lee said over the noise of her fist hitting the punching bag. Kara nodded.
"Least I could do, Captain," Kara grunted. "You're my CAG."
Lee didn't speak for a moment. "That's right," he muttered. "Anyway, that's it. Best be on my way to catch up on the fleet's doings." He gave her a wave before heading out.
Kara threw one more punch at the bag with her thumb tucked under her forefingers.
Bang.