RUNAWAY BRIDEGROOM, PT 7
When we last left off, the unlucky Trigger brought Helo's message to the Admiral, who in turn,broke the bad news to Dee, who vowed to "strangle the bitch" who stole her man. When the chaos was over, Dee had been sent to her room, Trigger had been flashed, flower displays had been broken, and the invisible Six was literally rolling on the floor laughing. But now, where is our title character and his lovely lady?
RUNAWAY BRIDE(GROOM): Pt 7
[What should have happened on Lee & Dee’s wedding day...]
As the remaining crew aboard the Galactica began the search for the Pegasus’ wayward C.O., a Raptor was silently gliding down towards the upper atmosphere of New Caprica...
"So what do you think?"
"About what?"
"About what? Didn’t you hear?"
Damn, I always miss the good stuff! "No."
"Oh shoot! That’s right, you left just before the alert went out!" Sati was such a gossip, but Margaret Edmonson, a.k.a. Racetrack, former Raptor pilot for the Galactica, missed hearing his banter. They had become friends when the fleet had still been on the run, trading rumors over the wire when the activity in C.I.C. was dead. The torrid tales of love triangles and rivalries among the officers and pilots were welcome distractions to an otherwise boring midnight C.A.P. Nowadays, whenever she made her weekly delivery runs to and from Galactica, she always looked forward to catching up with the latest dirt.
"All right, dammit! Spill it!"
Sati lowered his voice. "The Commander just ditched the bride not a half-hour ago!"
"No!"
"Yes."
"No way!"
"Yes, way!" She could tell from his tone that the details were going to be juicy. " And guess who they say he’s run off with?"
"Hmmm...could it beeeeeee Starbuck?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, just the fact that they’ve been sniffing and growling around each other like a couple of dogs for as long as I’ve known them"
"That’s right! He was your C.A.G. before he got promoted. You used to tell me about their frak/fights."
Meg shook her head. Even the most casual observer who witnessed the pair’s many brawls could see that there had been a sexual element to each punishing blow.
"Yeah. Besides, I heard the Old Man invited her to the wedding. Boy, that was a recipe for disaster!"
"I wonder if that was an act of sabotage on his part?"
"Maybe." Even the Old Man’s gotta know about those two...
"I have to say, I’m thoroughly unsurprised. The way Dee used to scree-*cough*, ahem! Raptor Four-Twenty, have you had visual contact with Commander Adama or Kara Thrace?"
Meg knew that Sati’s sudden return to professionalism signaled the arrival of the Admiral in C.I.C., so she responded in kind. "That’s a negative, Galactica. I’m not carrying any passengers, just a heap of communication equipment to the Delos landing strip."
"Roger that, Raptor Four-Twenty. Have a safe trip down. Galactica out."
"Thank you, Galactica. Out."
As she was signing off, she heard what she thought might be light scratching coming from the back of the Raptor. Ew! Rats! Of all the other life forms that could have been saved from the Colonies, the only one that had been smart enough to jump onto the fleeing ships was the one that she hated the most . Ugh! Why couldn’t it have been kitty cats or something. Ponies, even...A sudden image of a petite equine clopping daintily down the corridors of Galactica came to mind. Oh, Gods! I must be bored out of my skull. It wasn’t for lack of anything to do. Ever since she and her team had accidentally discovered New Caprica on the way to the Old, she’d been busy surveying, pitching tents, digging ditches, and piloting supply runs like this. I just wish I’d found someplace warmer.The scratching in back had gotten louder, and she thought she heard a sound-the low murmur of a voice. Kids! She’d occasionally find an adventurous munchkin or two in the Raptor who snuck on for a little joyride. "Hey! I can hear you!" The voices-there was more than one-got a little louder, a little-deeper. Uh oh. They don’t sound like kids to me..." Hey! Come on out, right now before I kick your asses!"
She turned her head towards the back, just in time to see the lid of the larger crate fling open, and a familiar blonde head pop up.
"Hiya, ‘Track! I’d like to see you try!"
*****
Back aboard the Galactica, a knot of about twenty marines surrounded the Sergeant. "Squad!"
"YES, SIR!!" they shouted in unison.
"As you might have heard, Commander Adama has gone A.W.O.L. from his wedding-"
A snicker bubbled from the corps. The Sergeant whipped around and faced off the offender.
"Is there something you’d like to share, Dirtbag?"
"No, Sir!"
He got into the soldier’s face. "Do you think it’s funny that your Commanding Officer is missing?!"
"No, Sir."
"I can’t hear you!"
"No, Sir!!!"
The Sergeant glared at Dirtbag for a moment before turning back around to continue their briefing. "It is unknown if he left willingly or under duress. It is also unknown whether or not he is still on board. It is, however, suspected that he may be in the company of one Kara Thrace, the former C.A.G. of this ship. Your mission is to find the Commander, assess the situation, and bring him back to C.I.C. You will pair up and search the ship, starting with the Hanger Bay, and work upwards. Gangway, Butch!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Start searching the Hanger Bay."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Popgun, Dirtbag!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Seach the main engineering levels."
"Yes, Sir!"
The hatch to the Hanger Bay slid open, revealing Trigger, his eyes glazed, like he’d traded shells with a fleet of Toasters.
"Trigger! Pair up with Sledgehammer and search the bunk levels."
"Yes, Sir!" Trigger belted automatically.
As the Master Sergeant barked out the rest of his orders, Sledgehammer approached Trigger. "What happened?"
The young soldier kept his eyes locked forward, his mouth into a stoic, thin line. "Did you win that bottle of whisky?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"‘Cause when this is over, I’ll need at least half of that to forget today."
"That bad, huh?"
"That bad."
*****
"‘Buck! What the frak are you doing there?" Racetrack was alternating keeping her eyes on the re-entry, and looking over her shoulder at her unexpected passenger.
"Oh, just hitching a ride. Sorry about the equipment. We had to think fast, so we dumped what we could in the-"
"Wait a minute! ‘We’! You mean the Commander’s with you?!"
"Yeah, he’s-- Ow! Lee! Stop kicking me!"
Another familiar head popped up.
"My leg’s falling asleep! Racetrack, how long ‘til we reach the surface?"
"Uh, it’ll be about twenty minutes before we land in Delos..Do you know that everybody aboard Galactica’s looking for you guys?"
"We heard. Why do you think we hopped onto your Raptor?", quipped Starbuck. "True, we could have caught the shuttle to New Caprica Town, but-"
"That’s where they’ll look first", continued Lee. "And there are a lot more hiding places in Delos."
Racetrack knew that the settlement area known as Delos was near several caves, and a large, primordial forest. She’d also heard that Starbuck had made friends with several of the residents, so they could probably hole up there and nobody would find them.
"That’s my Lee. Ever the tactician."
"‘My Lee’", he murmured, rolling the sound of those two words slowly on his tongue. It was almost like he was tasting something unexpected and wonderful. "‘My Lee’. Mmmm, I like the sound of that." The sound of a light kiss against skin. "It almost sounds nicer than when I made you scream back there."
Whaaat?!
A girlish giggle erupted from the back.
The last time I heard her giggle like that was whenever she was about to frak Anders...Oh crap!
Starbuck’s voice lowered a notch, turning into a husky growl. "Oh, if you thought that sounded good..I know what sounds better." The sound of a zipper echoed off the bulkhead. "Making you scream."
Oh, Gods! Not this! It was just like when she was seventeen, when she and her best friend double-dated one Saturday night. She’d been trying to carry an awkward conversation with her blind date in the front seat of the car, while Cindy was busy trying to lose her virginity in the back. At least their excuse was that they’d been stupid kids...These were-
The ship started to shake-signaling its entry into the ionosphere. Racetrack’s eyes immediately snapped ahead, her hands gripping the controls. Dammit! I need all the concentration I can get!
"Starbuck! Apollo! I’m busy trying to pilot this tub! Could you, hold off until we reach Delos?"
Kara initially seemed to listen. "Uh, Lee, maybe we’d better wait a bit."
A pause.
"Wait a bit? WAIT A BIT!!!!"
"Uh, Lee, it is kinda rude-"
"RUDE?! Rude is not finishing what you started!"
"Lee, control yourself for a sec-"
"Lee says FRAK CONTROL!! Lee’s always having to control himself! Lee is always reigning himself around his father, around his crew, and especially around you! Ohhh, you don’t know just how much Lee has to control himself around you, ever since they day he met you." Over the din of reentry, she heard what she thought sounded like pebbles hitting the bulkhead.
"Shit, Lee! That was my best shir-ohhh!"
"After that simulator run, all Lee wanted to do was rip off your flight suit and frak you senseless in the cockpit."
"Aaaahhh...wouldn’t the nuggets have...oooooh...gotten... a show?"
"It’s not like it’s something they hadn’t just seen. We always frak when we fly, don’t we, Kara."
"Uh, guys?" Dammit! If Racetrack hadn’t been turned on, she would have been furious. "Guys? Excuse me!"
"You’re not the only one dealing with control, Lee...After that simulator run, when you were drinking that beer, all I wanted to do was straddle you and lick the foam off your lips-"
"Sirs?"
"-And ride you like we were doing Hephaestus’ Gorge all over again."
"You like it rough, don’t you?"
"Sirs!!"
"Ever since then, I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we’d skipped the bar and went straight to my place in Delphi.."
"I guarantee, you wouldn’t have been able to walk straight for days-"
"Please, will you two just stop!! Just stop it!!! Just wait for twenty more Gods’ damn-"
"SHUT YOUR HOLE AND FLY, EDMONSON!!" roared Lee. "That’s an order!"
"But I’m no longer in the-"
"And if you don’t, I’ll kick your ass myself!" added Starbuck.
And so, for the next twenty minutes or so, Racetrack was subjected to the moans and groans of her former C.A.G.s going at each other like a feeding frenzy.
Aw crap. Well, at least it’ll make a good story to tell Sati next week...A pair of B.D.U. briefs sailed through the air and landed on top of her head. For a second, before quickly whipping it off, she smelled a hot, sweaty, musky maleness to it. Hmm, I wonder what Hot Dog’s doing tonight...
TBC
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