Choose Your Own Adventure Fic: "Dinner with the Folks" Part 1
More archives. I couldn't decide which ending I liked best, so... Choose your own. Or read it both ways! Warning, this fic involves both a shower and a tie. **smiles innocently** AU, of course, happens... Some time after Ellen returns "from the Dead." (Note: This whole cylon ressurection thing certainly gives "undead" a new meaning for me...)
Title: Dinner With the Folks
Author: EcstaticDance
Disclaimers: Characters = Not Mine. I'm just taking them out to play a little
Spoilers: Umm... Maybe Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down? Maybe? Or not.
Lee wasn’t exactly sure why he’d been invited to this dinner. Between his dad, Laura and Saul, the whole story of what had happened since New Caprica could be told without him. All but, perhaps how his marriage to Dee had fallen apart, and his affair with Kara. Though he wasn’t sure how well kept those secrets were.
Thinking of Kara still made his breath catch. He’d long since accepted both his mistakes and the consequences. He just couldn’t help wondering about all the what-if’s.
His father brought him forcefully back to the present. A lifetime of military protocol had taught Lee the futility of trying to side-step “proper” form. He forced a polite smile onto his face, accepted a glass of brandy, and shook hands around the room.
As the dinner wore on, and his father and Saul became progressively more drunk, it was painfully obvious to Lee that he was the worst possible kind of fifth wheel. Laura had carried the majority of the conversation, and Ellen had nodded and asked all the right questions. Lee was left to try to ignore intense, meaningful and flirting looks from both women as well as he could. He cleared his plate as quickly as he could, while maintaining even the most remote semblance of decorum. As he reached for his glass, to take one final drink, he suddenly felt a light brush against the inside of his leg. He nearly dropped his glass as he looked up across the table to see Ellen smiling lazily at him.
Lee cleared his throat and finished the drink he’d been intending to start. “Well, I’d love to stay, but I have meetings to prepare for… You know where to find me if you need me.” He added the last knowing that neither his father nor Saul would be in any condition to get in touch with him for some time. And hoping the women would be too busy with their men to chase after him.
Lee shook everyone’s hands one last time and made a polite, though hasty, exit. Then, he wandered out into Galactica.
He hadn’t lied. He did have meetings to prep for. But the meetings were tomorrow. He had plenty of time, and needed to purge the memories of that dinner first, anyways. Habit directed his feet toward the pilot’s quarters. He wandered the corridors aimlessly, letting his mind spin.
Convenience, more than anything, found him in the pilot’s washroom. He greeted former comrades and glared at those who had participated in the mutiny, but not yet been dealt with. The room cleared as he walked in.
While he was around the corner, he heard the door open and close.
“What’s the matter? Couldn’t find any beer?”
“Frak off, Hotdog.” Came the reply.
Lee stopped short, just before he would have come into view.
Kara muttered to herself, “That’s right, Hotdog. Run off.”
Lee heard the lock on the washroom door slide into place, but didn’t move. He could practically feel the pain in Kara’s voice. He wanted to run out and hold her and tell her it was all going to be alright, but knew that was the last thing she wanted, even now.
Do Lee and Kara play tag?
Or does Lee admit what he's about to do?
Hope you find it fun...
Title: Dinner With the Folks
Author: EcstaticDance
Disclaimers: Characters = Not Mine. I'm just taking them out to play a little
Spoilers: Umm... Maybe Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down? Maybe? Or not.
Lee wasn’t exactly sure why he’d been invited to this dinner. Between his dad, Laura and Saul, the whole story of what had happened since New Caprica could be told without him. All but, perhaps how his marriage to Dee had fallen apart, and his affair with Kara. Though he wasn’t sure how well kept those secrets were.
Thinking of Kara still made his breath catch. He’d long since accepted both his mistakes and the consequences. He just couldn’t help wondering about all the what-if’s.
His father brought him forcefully back to the present. A lifetime of military protocol had taught Lee the futility of trying to side-step “proper” form. He forced a polite smile onto his face, accepted a glass of brandy, and shook hands around the room.
As the dinner wore on, and his father and Saul became progressively more drunk, it was painfully obvious to Lee that he was the worst possible kind of fifth wheel. Laura had carried the majority of the conversation, and Ellen had nodded and asked all the right questions. Lee was left to try to ignore intense, meaningful and flirting looks from both women as well as he could. He cleared his plate as quickly as he could, while maintaining even the most remote semblance of decorum. As he reached for his glass, to take one final drink, he suddenly felt a light brush against the inside of his leg. He nearly dropped his glass as he looked up across the table to see Ellen smiling lazily at him.
Lee cleared his throat and finished the drink he’d been intending to start. “Well, I’d love to stay, but I have meetings to prepare for… You know where to find me if you need me.” He added the last knowing that neither his father nor Saul would be in any condition to get in touch with him for some time. And hoping the women would be too busy with their men to chase after him.
Lee shook everyone’s hands one last time and made a polite, though hasty, exit. Then, he wandered out into Galactica.
He hadn’t lied. He did have meetings to prep for. But the meetings were tomorrow. He had plenty of time, and needed to purge the memories of that dinner first, anyways. Habit directed his feet toward the pilot’s quarters. He wandered the corridors aimlessly, letting his mind spin.
Convenience, more than anything, found him in the pilot’s washroom. He greeted former comrades and glared at those who had participated in the mutiny, but not yet been dealt with. The room cleared as he walked in.
While he was around the corner, he heard the door open and close.
“What’s the matter? Couldn’t find any beer?”
“Frak off, Hotdog.” Came the reply.
Lee stopped short, just before he would have come into view.
Kara muttered to herself, “That’s right, Hotdog. Run off.”
Lee heard the lock on the washroom door slide into place, but didn’t move. He could practically feel the pain in Kara’s voice. He wanted to run out and hold her and tell her it was all going to be alright, but knew that was the last thing she wanted, even now.
Do Lee and Kara play tag?
Or does Lee admit what he's about to do?
Hope you find it fun...