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Title: Behind Blue eyes
Disclaimers: Not mine. I have no money. Please don't sue me! Thanks.
Author's notes: First off, I’m a major fan of The Who and have loved Roger Daltrey ever since I saw him in Highlander the Series. The music of The Who is amazing to say the least. Anyway. When I first heard the song “Behind Blue Eyes” I didn’t really think much of it. Then, a couple of days ago, a friend sang it to me and my first thought was of Lee. So, this story about Lee is inspired by the song “Behind Blue Eyes”. Enjoy!
Lee isn’t mine… damn… none of them are and I promise to return them soon.
This is from Lee’s point of view and is set directly at the end of KLG2.
"Eyes"
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how it feels to be me today.
I started off the day by sparring with my dad, getting in a couple of good hits here and there, listening to the old man as his breathing grew harder and more ragged. I thought he was slowing down. But he got in a really good hit that knocked me on my ass. He says I don’t lose control. I don’t think he’d say that now.
I argued with Kara. I actually hit her! How could I have done that to a woman who is not only my best friend and my best pilot, but someone I love dearly even if I never can seem to find the right time to tell her that? I was jealous. Hell yes, I was jealous. I can’t stand Baltar. He’s a worm of a man and he actually had his hands on my Kara? I should kill the man… oh wait, I can’t do that. He’s stuck down there on Kobol which is probably swarming with Cylons now. And Kara’s gone.
I held a gun to Saul’s head today. I threatened to shoot a man who has known me since I was a child and is my father’s best and closest friend. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t let him start a shoot out with the President’s guards, could I? I know Dad was pissed that the President had somehow managed to turn Kara against us, but that was no reason for him to storm her ship and send armed troops in to capture her as if she were a danger to us. No, the only danger to us besides the Cylons is Tom Zarek. I bet he’ll have a field day with this once the word gets out.
I watched a pilot shoot my father. I watched his blood spill all over the console table while Saul held the wounds with his bare hands and I held his head in mine. Dee took one lifeless hand in her own and prayed to the Gods for their mercy. All I could think of was, he’s going to die thinking I hate him. He’s going to die thinking Kara’s dead. He’s going to die and there isn’t a damn thing we can do to stop it from happening…
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
I sit here at his bedside, holding his hand in mine, watching him sleep, hearing the beeps from the machines that surround him and keep him alive. The doctor says he’ll live, but right now, just looking at him, I have to wonder how much he actually lived since Zak’s death. I wonder how much any of us have lived since that day.
I flash back to two nights ago, the Colonial Day celebration, when I saw Kara sitting at the bar in that dress that was just… perfect. The way her hair framed her face and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with life. I remember the way she felt in my arms as we danced. It was so perfect. It was so right…
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And now, I find myself in the brig. Dad’s awake and alive but not saying very much. He still has a tube in his throat to help him breath. Saul let me see him a couple of times but not for very long. The president is down here with me, but we don’t speak.
No one knows what it’s like to be me. What it’s like to be the mutineer; what it’s like to be the son who survived; what it’s like to be the one left behind. Behind my eyes there’s a world of hurt…
And I blame you, Kara, for leaving me this way…
Disclaimers: Not mine. I have no money. Please don't sue me! Thanks.
Author's notes: First off, I’m a major fan of The Who and have loved Roger Daltrey ever since I saw him in Highlander the Series. The music of The Who is amazing to say the least. Anyway. When I first heard the song “Behind Blue Eyes” I didn’t really think much of it. Then, a couple of days ago, a friend sang it to me and my first thought was of Lee. So, this story about Lee is inspired by the song “Behind Blue Eyes”. Enjoy!
Lee isn’t mine… damn… none of them are and I promise to return them soon.
This is from Lee’s point of view and is set directly at the end of KLG2.
"Eyes"
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how it feels to be me today.
I started off the day by sparring with my dad, getting in a couple of good hits here and there, listening to the old man as his breathing grew harder and more ragged. I thought he was slowing down. But he got in a really good hit that knocked me on my ass. He says I don’t lose control. I don’t think he’d say that now.
I argued with Kara. I actually hit her! How could I have done that to a woman who is not only my best friend and my best pilot, but someone I love dearly even if I never can seem to find the right time to tell her that? I was jealous. Hell yes, I was jealous. I can’t stand Baltar. He’s a worm of a man and he actually had his hands on my Kara? I should kill the man… oh wait, I can’t do that. He’s stuck down there on Kobol which is probably swarming with Cylons now. And Kara’s gone.
I held a gun to Saul’s head today. I threatened to shoot a man who has known me since I was a child and is my father’s best and closest friend. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t let him start a shoot out with the President’s guards, could I? I know Dad was pissed that the President had somehow managed to turn Kara against us, but that was no reason for him to storm her ship and send armed troops in to capture her as if she were a danger to us. No, the only danger to us besides the Cylons is Tom Zarek. I bet he’ll have a field day with this once the word gets out.
I watched a pilot shoot my father. I watched his blood spill all over the console table while Saul held the wounds with his bare hands and I held his head in mine. Dee took one lifeless hand in her own and prayed to the Gods for their mercy. All I could think of was, he’s going to die thinking I hate him. He’s going to die thinking Kara’s dead. He’s going to die and there isn’t a damn thing we can do to stop it from happening…
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
I sit here at his bedside, holding his hand in mine, watching him sleep, hearing the beeps from the machines that surround him and keep him alive. The doctor says he’ll live, but right now, just looking at him, I have to wonder how much he actually lived since Zak’s death. I wonder how much any of us have lived since that day.
I flash back to two nights ago, the Colonial Day celebration, when I saw Kara sitting at the bar in that dress that was just… perfect. The way her hair framed her face and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with life. I remember the way she felt in my arms as we danced. It was so perfect. It was so right…
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And now, I find myself in the brig. Dad’s awake and alive but not saying very much. He still has a tube in his throat to help him breath. Saul let me see him a couple of times but not for very long. The president is down here with me, but we don’t speak.
No one knows what it’s like to be me. What it’s like to be the mutineer; what it’s like to be the son who survived; what it’s like to be the one left behind. Behind my eyes there’s a world of hurt…
And I blame you, Kara, for leaving me this way…