The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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But tonight as they curl onto his couch with their third whiskies, he talks about his sons when they were small. Laura listens intently and doesn’t ask too many questions about Zach and laughs in all the right places when he tells her about the time he’d found Lee stuck in a tree with a pillowcase around his neck, clinging desperately to the neighbors’ cat and insisting that Captain Caprica would have come up to save it too.
“What a wonderful story. The little ones are always my favorites, but I have to say I wish I’d had a few more like him. I’d certainly have fewer wrinkles.”
He tries to sound like a gentleman, one who doesn’t picture the lines that pull at her eyebrows when she’s trying to hide her frustrations every time he blinks. “I think you have exactly enough wrinkles.” Dammit, he thinks, but she smiles graciously. “Besides, he was always a pain in the ass at naptime.”
“A stubborn little tough guy, hm?”
“I guess he comes by that honestly.” He isn’t teased too often these days, and it throws him a little off-balance. He’s forgotten that he took to the skies because he was always a little awkward on the ground. He’d rather pull his world along on his own shoulders than trip over the restraints tethering him to nature. But Laura anchors him in the cool dark country of his quarters and he doesn’t mind resting his wings.
“So what happened to the cat?”
“Frakkin’ animal.” She snorts into her scotch. “Neighbors could never control it. Nice folks, though.” He takes a sip and tells himself he isn’t getting maudlin over corpses whose last name he can’t even remember. “It was good to have neighbors. There were a few military families on that street. People worked odd hours, so there was always a light on. Like you never had to be alone.”
“Well, now you’re just being ridiculous, Bill.”
He takes a moment to wonder at her unusual abandonment of diplomacy, and why she doesn’t notice that the hand she lays on his cheek is like silk on sandpaper.
“Nobody has to be alone.”
He looks at her and she gives the smallest of nods, and Bill Adama falls into the stars.
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he tells her about the time he’d found Lee stuck in a tree with a pillowcase around his neck, clinging desperately to the neighbors’ cat and insisting that Captain Caprica would have come up to save it too.
OMG, CAPTAIN LEEMO.
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Lee stuck in a tree with a pillowcase around his neck, clinging desperately to the neighbors’ cat and insisting that Captain Caprica would have come up to save it too.
SO PRESH AND RIDIC. (Thus perfectly IC.)
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Bill is a huge drama queen. Lee is a huge dork. That is my Unified Theory of Adama right there.
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