Holiday Ficlet #5: "This Side of Right, Some Day" [BSG]
Title: This Side of Right, Some Day
Characters: Lee Adama, Felix Gaeta (Lee/Kara)
Wordcount: ~ 620 words
Summary: Leaving Kara and Anders behind, Lee walks.
AN: For sci-fi-shipper. Not a happy fic despite the title. Unfinished Business, missing scene. Not at all what you had in mind, I think, and certainly not the best I could have done with that prompt. But I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!
This Side of Right, Some Day
Leaving Kara and Anders behind, Lee walks. He doesn't mind where he's going, and he doesn't head straight for Dee - wouldn't know if she's even still around. The debris of the party scattered around him like fallen gods, the harsh wind of New Caprica is speeding up again and stirring up the dirt. It's summer - warm enough to sleep in the nude. Knowledge he could do without.
There's the metal frame of their first building looming in front of him, not quite put together yet - Lee doesn't even know what it'll be. It's only when he's climbing up to the struts and planks of what'll maybe be a first floor that he notices the figure leaning against the balustrade.
Any other day, it would still be startling to see Gaeta out of uniform; nevertheless, the former lieutenant manages to fade into the background, oversized civvie suit and all.
"Sir," Gaeta says, turning around at the noise and taking one careful step away at the sight of Lee. Gods know what he sees.
"I'd have thought a Chief of Staff would have something more important to do than appreciate the view." Stepping up to him, wind mussing up his hair, Lee can't be bothered to care about the acid in his voice. Kara got married. "I hear you have a whole new world to build."
The corner of Gaeta's mouth twitches; whatever snide comeback is lurking underneath, one doesn't stop being a soldier that fast. "I'll content myself with an aqueduct first." At least the "sir" is missing this time, Lee notices with dark amusement. He shouldn't feel so numb. Gaeta points to a spot on the right. "That's where it'll have to touch ground. We're still working on a design for the trench. But there..." His finger moves. "...it'll connect with Housing Zone A. The tents will all be replaced within two years."
Lee can't help but sneer. It's not true, he's not numb. He's seething, so many different emotion that he can't make a single one out. She told him she loved him, for frak's sake.
"You actually think it'll work." It's too godsdamned ridiculous to believe, and he doesn't even know if he's thinking of Gaeta's agenda or Kara. "You think everyone will be happy to wait for a bed for two years?"
"Sir?" Ah, back to that. If he bothered to look at the other man, Lee doesn't doubt he'd be at the receiving end of another cautious glance. Lt. Gaeta readying himself to take another careful step away from the crazy superior asshole.
He almost chuckles, but doesn't, afraid that he'll cry. Superior asshole. That had been a good one, hadn't it? Good memory, one that he has used sometimes to keep himself sane. When he's been floating in the Black.
"You think we're doing the right thing here, Lieutenant?" he asks casually. Gods know he doesn't give a frak.
"I think..." Gaeta pauses, looking up to the sky. "I think it might just be on this side of right."
It's an odd mixture of sarcasm and honest awe.
Lee blinks. It won't make him cry because he never cries. Gaeta won't make him cry. Kara Thrace won't, either. She'd laugh at him if he did and she'd be right to do so. Because it's ridiculous to think he lost more than just her.
He stares at the world Lt. Gaeta is about to build until it blurs: tents and fallen chairs and the debris of a celebration that seems weeks ago already. Posts rammed into the ground to outline foundations. Imaginary aqueducts supplying water and life.
"Let's hope we'll end up on that side," he says.
He'll take whatever he can get.
Characters: Lee Adama, Felix Gaeta (Lee/Kara)
Wordcount: ~ 620 words
Summary: Leaving Kara and Anders behind, Lee walks.
AN: For sci-fi-shipper. Not a happy fic despite the title. Unfinished Business, missing scene. Not at all what you had in mind, I think, and certainly not the best I could have done with that prompt. But I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!
This Side of Right, Some Day
Leaving Kara and Anders behind, Lee walks. He doesn't mind where he's going, and he doesn't head straight for Dee - wouldn't know if she's even still around. The debris of the party scattered around him like fallen gods, the harsh wind of New Caprica is speeding up again and stirring up the dirt. It's summer - warm enough to sleep in the nude. Knowledge he could do without.
There's the metal frame of their first building looming in front of him, not quite put together yet - Lee doesn't even know what it'll be. It's only when he's climbing up to the struts and planks of what'll maybe be a first floor that he notices the figure leaning against the balustrade.
Any other day, it would still be startling to see Gaeta out of uniform; nevertheless, the former lieutenant manages to fade into the background, oversized civvie suit and all.
"Sir," Gaeta says, turning around at the noise and taking one careful step away at the sight of Lee. Gods know what he sees.
"I'd have thought a Chief of Staff would have something more important to do than appreciate the view." Stepping up to him, wind mussing up his hair, Lee can't be bothered to care about the acid in his voice. Kara got married. "I hear you have a whole new world to build."
The corner of Gaeta's mouth twitches; whatever snide comeback is lurking underneath, one doesn't stop being a soldier that fast. "I'll content myself with an aqueduct first." At least the "sir" is missing this time, Lee notices with dark amusement. He shouldn't feel so numb. Gaeta points to a spot on the right. "That's where it'll have to touch ground. We're still working on a design for the trench. But there..." His finger moves. "...it'll connect with Housing Zone A. The tents will all be replaced within two years."
Lee can't help but sneer. It's not true, he's not numb. He's seething, so many different emotion that he can't make a single one out. She told him she loved him, for frak's sake.
"You actually think it'll work." It's too godsdamned ridiculous to believe, and he doesn't even know if he's thinking of Gaeta's agenda or Kara. "You think everyone will be happy to wait for a bed for two years?"
"Sir?" Ah, back to that. If he bothered to look at the other man, Lee doesn't doubt he'd be at the receiving end of another cautious glance. Lt. Gaeta readying himself to take another careful step away from the crazy superior asshole.
He almost chuckles, but doesn't, afraid that he'll cry. Superior asshole. That had been a good one, hadn't it? Good memory, one that he has used sometimes to keep himself sane. When he's been floating in the Black.
"You think we're doing the right thing here, Lieutenant?" he asks casually. Gods know he doesn't give a frak.
"I think..." Gaeta pauses, looking up to the sky. "I think it might just be on this side of right."
It's an odd mixture of sarcasm and honest awe.
Lee blinks. It won't make him cry because he never cries. Gaeta won't make him cry. Kara Thrace won't, either. She'd laugh at him if he did and she'd be right to do so. Because it's ridiculous to think he lost more than just her.
He stares at the world Lt. Gaeta is about to build until it blurs: tents and fallen chairs and the debris of a celebration that seems weeks ago already. Posts rammed into the ground to outline foundations. Imaginary aqueducts supplying water and life.
"Let's hope we'll end up on that side," he says.
He'll take whatever he can get.