AU ficlet: Not Such a Great Day
Scene: Galactica, some indeterminate time after the Final Four are outed, but before the mutiny. Sam is by himself.
Sam looked at the guitar he’d picked up from Earth. “Frak it, why not. Can’t be any worse than anything else, right?” He snatched up the guitar and started strumming and muttering words under his breath…
“I still got my dog tags.
Not sure about my wife.
But I can play the guitar like a motherfrakkin’ riot… “
He heard the door swing open, and stopped short.
Galen walked and and sighed. “‘Sup, Sam? “
“Eh. Had half an idea for a song. It’s not flowing the way I want it to. You?”
Galen thought for a minute and frowned down at Sam’s guitar. “Wife committed suicide, living on galactica but can’t work on her, found out my kid isn’t my kid… I’d say about the same.”
Sam nodded in sympathy.