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Title : Laura's completely and totally canon, not at all crack, pre-miniseries meeting of Bill Adama, Lee Adama, Helena Cain, Peter Corman, Aaron Kelley, and Jackson 'Dipper' Spencer.
Summary : Seriously?
Rating : M for the overall story
Fandon : BSG
A/N Thanks mmegiry for taking the time to beta this. Any remaining errors are because of last minute changes I made.
I know I originally said there were three chapters, but I added (an entirely optional) porny fourth.
The four chapters are already written and have been beta read. I'll post one a day because I don't trust you people to comment if I post them all in a glut so as to not overwhelm my flist.
Also I went back and tweaked the first chapter just a tiny bit. If you need a refresher it's at http://mascaret.livejournal.com/16462.html
Hopefully you can enjoy the humor before I go back to posting my usual terribly depressing things.
Chapter 2
Entering the little Gemenese place on the corner of 42nd Street and the Presidential Boulevard a little after seven Bill looked around. The woman he had met earlier today was no where to be seen, but that was hardly surprising. He had made a point of getting there early to scope out the place.
Looking around Bill was surprised to see so many dress uniforms. The place was a bit too high class for your standard military hang out. Of course those there didn't seem to be using the place as the standard military hang out. Rather than be gathered together at the bar or at one table, each person seemed to have staked out their own little table.
Bill recognized more than a few faces. There was Admirals Cain and Nagala and even his very own CAG and LSO, Jackson 'Dipper' Spencer and Aaron Kelly, and at the table right next to his was - “Lee?!”
“Dad?!”
“It's good to see you son.”
This place certainly wasn't the pay grade of a fresh academy graduate. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm meeting someone.”
“A girl friend?”
“A lady friend.” His son corrected him.
“So what's the special occasion? Her birthday? An anniversary of some kind? Or are you two just celebrating your graduation?”
“No special occasion.”
“Oh?”
“It's actually our first date.” Lee admitted.
“And you're really trying to impress her?”
“Actually … she suggested the place.”
“I see.” Bill didn't want to come across as judgmental but any girl who would suggest this place as a first date was nothing but trouble. Still that was the kind of thing a boy had to learn on his own.
“If I had realized how expensive the place was I would have tried to suggest some place different, but when she said Gemenese I just assumed ...”
Taking out his own wallet, Bill pulled out all the cubits in it and offered them to Lee. Bill could use his bank card.
“Dad I -”
“Consider it a graduation present. I was planning to take you out to dinner myself to congratulate you but you haven't returned any of my calls.”
“Yeah about that - I've been busy what with studying and exams and then graduation.” They both knew that Lee was lying.
Looking uncomfortable about having to do it, but finally reluctantly taking the money Lee made a request. “Look dad, it's our first date. She must be running late, but she should be here soon. I don't want her getting the wrong idea -”
“-That you brought your father along for back up?”
“Yeah. So if you could make yourself scarce ...”
“Not to worry. I'm here meeting a lady friend of my own.”
“That's just … great.” Looking like he really thought it anything but great, Lee flagged down a passing waitress. “Could I move to a different table?”
Steadying the lone drink on her tray, the waitress smiled at him. “Just a moment, sir. I'll drop this off and then get the maitre d' to reseat you.”
Bill tried to use the delay in Lee's getaway to have a little heart to heart chat.
“Son I want you to know how proud I am of you and not just for graduating in the top of your -”
Bill was starting to get a bad feeling.
“Does the Admiral still personally hand out the certificates to the top five of every class?”
“I was supposed to meet with him today actually, but he didn't show.”
His bad feeling solidified seeing Peter Corman walk in the door
Bill looked around again - this time with an eye to something else.
He knew that his two men were both planet side to receive promotions from the Secretary of Defense before Galactica shipped out. He also knew that Kelly had all the couth of a herd of Tauron water buffalo. Dipper's promotion had finally come through after having been twice delayed by the official reprimands that Bill had given him for continuing to sneak civilian women aboard Galactica and into the pilot's quarters despite Bill's unofficial warnings the first few times Spencer was caught doing it while they were in port.
And there was the newly promoted Admiral Cain - the youngest person to ever make Admiral - wait no. After a word with the waitress, and after knocking back the drink placed on her table, there went the youngest person to ever make Admiral, leaving without even bothering to pay her bill.
Looking entirely too full of himself, Corman paused in front of Bill as the maitre d' tried to lead him to a table. With a smirk, Corman told him. “I ought to knock your block off, but I'm not going to because if it wasn't for your little stunt I wouldn't be meeting a certain very lovely and very hot to trot little lady here tonight.”
“Well … no harm, no foul.” Bill let Corman have his little false victory.
Having deposited Corman at a table and somewhere along the way picked up a tray carrying a single glass, the maitre d' returned to Lee. “Sir, I would be happy to seat you at another table, but the party that was to meet you here just called and asked me to extend her regrets. She won't be able to make it this evening, but she asked that I bring you a drink on her tab as way of apology.”
“Well it looks like I won't be needing this.” Looking understandably embarrassed at having been stood up and in front of his father, Lee threw the money he had just been given back onto Bill's table and left without so much as a goodbye.
Taking the drink intended for Lee off of the tray, Bill looked to the maitre d'. “Anything you'd like to tell me while you're here? Save yourself the trip back?”
“I'm sorry, sir. I'm sure I have no idea what you mean.”
The maitre d' eyed the pile of bills.
Picking them up, Bill peeled a twenty off of the top and handed it to him.
“Anyone who comes in alone in a dress uniform we wait twenty minutes, bring a drink over, and make her apologies. I didn't want the staff to have to reset two tables so I turfed the little shit early.”
“The man you just seated ...” Bill put a fifty on the table and made the maitre d' an offer. “Instead of turfing him in twenty minutes I want you to see how long you can get him to wait. I'm going to head to the dive bar across the street to get my bag on, but I'll be watching. There's another fifty in it for you for every hour you get him to stay. Get him to stick around until closing time and I'll throw in an extra hundred.”
To prove he was serious, Bill counted out another hundred and put it on the table.
Without so much as a moment's hesitation, the maitre d' pocketed the money.
Bill downed the drink in one shot much like Cain had, but instead of heading out the door, Bill approached his two officers.
“Hey Commander!” Kelly greeted him.
“Come join us. We were going to get a table together.” Spencer offered.
“We had dates, but we both got stood up.” Kelly explained.
“Oh I'm sorry to hear that.”
“We saw you sitting over there. That was your kid that walked out on you, wasn't it? He wouldn't even let you sit at the same table as him? What a douche!” Kelly shook his head.
Taking another sip from his glass, Spencer summed up what he thought of Bill's son in five words. “Should have worn a raincoat.”
Bill grunted noncommittally.
Kelly flagged down the passing waitress. “Fix my good friend here up with another drink, would ya?”
From the girl's put upon expression, Bill wondered just how long his two officers had been there. “You do realize that only the first round is free, right?”
From the looks they gave her it was clear that they hadn't realized that.
“I'll bring your cheques.”
After taking a glance at the bill the waitress quickly returned with and wincing, Kelly offered Spencer a wager. “See those two gorgeous girls sitting together over there? I bet you my bar bill versus your bar bill that I can get the both of them to buy me a drink.”
“You're on.” Spencer agreed.
Bill watched his landing officer swagger over towards the two young Gemenese girls.
“Could I interest one or both of you in a little cream for your coffee?”
Neither woman was drinking coffee which was fortunate for Kelly because he was soon wearing what drinks they did have.
Returning triumphantly, he pushed his cheque toward Spencer.
“I don't think that counts.” Spencer argued.
“They gave me drinks. I didn't pay for them. What's not to count?”
“I didn't actually bring my wallet.” Spencer admitted.
Bill held up a hand to forestall the approach of the irritated looking maitre d'. “We were just leaving.”
From his rapidly dwindling supply of money, Bill took out enough money to cover the two bar bills and the waitress's troubles. This was making for an expensive evening out.
“Come on you two. Let's head to the bar across the street. Along the way we can have a little discussion about your personal behavior while in uniform.”
tbc
Summary : Seriously?
Rating : M for the overall story
Fandon : BSG
A/N Thanks mmegiry for taking the time to beta this. Any remaining errors are because of last minute changes I made.
I know I originally said there were three chapters, but I added (an entirely optional) porny fourth.
The four chapters are already written and have been beta read. I'll post one a day because I don't trust you people to comment if I post them all in a glut so as to not overwhelm my flist.
Also I went back and tweaked the first chapter just a tiny bit. If you need a refresher it's at http://mascaret.livejournal.com/16462.html
Hopefully you can enjoy the humor before I go back to posting my usual terribly depressing things.
Chapter 2
Entering the little Gemenese place on the corner of 42nd Street and the Presidential Boulevard a little after seven Bill looked around. The woman he had met earlier today was no where to be seen, but that was hardly surprising. He had made a point of getting there early to scope out the place.
Looking around Bill was surprised to see so many dress uniforms. The place was a bit too high class for your standard military hang out. Of course those there didn't seem to be using the place as the standard military hang out. Rather than be gathered together at the bar or at one table, each person seemed to have staked out their own little table.
Bill recognized more than a few faces. There was Admirals Cain and Nagala and even his very own CAG and LSO, Jackson 'Dipper' Spencer and Aaron Kelly, and at the table right next to his was - “Lee?!”
“Dad?!”
“It's good to see you son.”
This place certainly wasn't the pay grade of a fresh academy graduate. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm meeting someone.”
“A girl friend?”
“A lady friend.” His son corrected him.
“So what's the special occasion? Her birthday? An anniversary of some kind? Or are you two just celebrating your graduation?”
“No special occasion.”
“Oh?”
“It's actually our first date.” Lee admitted.
“And you're really trying to impress her?”
“Actually … she suggested the place.”
“I see.” Bill didn't want to come across as judgmental but any girl who would suggest this place as a first date was nothing but trouble. Still that was the kind of thing a boy had to learn on his own.
“If I had realized how expensive the place was I would have tried to suggest some place different, but when she said Gemenese I just assumed ...”
Taking out his own wallet, Bill pulled out all the cubits in it and offered them to Lee. Bill could use his bank card.
“Dad I -”
“Consider it a graduation present. I was planning to take you out to dinner myself to congratulate you but you haven't returned any of my calls.”
“Yeah about that - I've been busy what with studying and exams and then graduation.” They both knew that Lee was lying.
Looking uncomfortable about having to do it, but finally reluctantly taking the money Lee made a request. “Look dad, it's our first date. She must be running late, but she should be here soon. I don't want her getting the wrong idea -”
“-That you brought your father along for back up?”
“Yeah. So if you could make yourself scarce ...”
“Not to worry. I'm here meeting a lady friend of my own.”
“That's just … great.” Looking like he really thought it anything but great, Lee flagged down a passing waitress. “Could I move to a different table?”
Steadying the lone drink on her tray, the waitress smiled at him. “Just a moment, sir. I'll drop this off and then get the maitre d' to reseat you.”
Bill tried to use the delay in Lee's getaway to have a little heart to heart chat.
“Son I want you to know how proud I am of you and not just for graduating in the top of your -”
Bill was starting to get a bad feeling.
“Does the Admiral still personally hand out the certificates to the top five of every class?”
“I was supposed to meet with him today actually, but he didn't show.”
His bad feeling solidified seeing Peter Corman walk in the door
Bill looked around again - this time with an eye to something else.
He knew that his two men were both planet side to receive promotions from the Secretary of Defense before Galactica shipped out. He also knew that Kelly had all the couth of a herd of Tauron water buffalo. Dipper's promotion had finally come through after having been twice delayed by the official reprimands that Bill had given him for continuing to sneak civilian women aboard Galactica and into the pilot's quarters despite Bill's unofficial warnings the first few times Spencer was caught doing it while they were in port.
And there was the newly promoted Admiral Cain - the youngest person to ever make Admiral - wait no. After a word with the waitress, and after knocking back the drink placed on her table, there went the youngest person to ever make Admiral, leaving without even bothering to pay her bill.
Looking entirely too full of himself, Corman paused in front of Bill as the maitre d' tried to lead him to a table. With a smirk, Corman told him. “I ought to knock your block off, but I'm not going to because if it wasn't for your little stunt I wouldn't be meeting a certain very lovely and very hot to trot little lady here tonight.”
“Well … no harm, no foul.” Bill let Corman have his little false victory.
Having deposited Corman at a table and somewhere along the way picked up a tray carrying a single glass, the maitre d' returned to Lee. “Sir, I would be happy to seat you at another table, but the party that was to meet you here just called and asked me to extend her regrets. She won't be able to make it this evening, but she asked that I bring you a drink on her tab as way of apology.”
“Well it looks like I won't be needing this.” Looking understandably embarrassed at having been stood up and in front of his father, Lee threw the money he had just been given back onto Bill's table and left without so much as a goodbye.
Taking the drink intended for Lee off of the tray, Bill looked to the maitre d'. “Anything you'd like to tell me while you're here? Save yourself the trip back?”
“I'm sorry, sir. I'm sure I have no idea what you mean.”
The maitre d' eyed the pile of bills.
Picking them up, Bill peeled a twenty off of the top and handed it to him.
“Anyone who comes in alone in a dress uniform we wait twenty minutes, bring a drink over, and make her apologies. I didn't want the staff to have to reset two tables so I turfed the little shit early.”
“The man you just seated ...” Bill put a fifty on the table and made the maitre d' an offer. “Instead of turfing him in twenty minutes I want you to see how long you can get him to wait. I'm going to head to the dive bar across the street to get my bag on, but I'll be watching. There's another fifty in it for you for every hour you get him to stay. Get him to stick around until closing time and I'll throw in an extra hundred.”
To prove he was serious, Bill counted out another hundred and put it on the table.
Without so much as a moment's hesitation, the maitre d' pocketed the money.
Bill downed the drink in one shot much like Cain had, but instead of heading out the door, Bill approached his two officers.
“Hey Commander!” Kelly greeted him.
“Come join us. We were going to get a table together.” Spencer offered.
“We had dates, but we both got stood up.” Kelly explained.
“Oh I'm sorry to hear that.”
“We saw you sitting over there. That was your kid that walked out on you, wasn't it? He wouldn't even let you sit at the same table as him? What a douche!” Kelly shook his head.
Taking another sip from his glass, Spencer summed up what he thought of Bill's son in five words. “Should have worn a raincoat.”
Bill grunted noncommittally.
Kelly flagged down the passing waitress. “Fix my good friend here up with another drink, would ya?”
From the girl's put upon expression, Bill wondered just how long his two officers had been there. “You do realize that only the first round is free, right?”
From the looks they gave her it was clear that they hadn't realized that.
“I'll bring your cheques.”
After taking a glance at the bill the waitress quickly returned with and wincing, Kelly offered Spencer a wager. “See those two gorgeous girls sitting together over there? I bet you my bar bill versus your bar bill that I can get the both of them to buy me a drink.”
“You're on.” Spencer agreed.
Bill watched his landing officer swagger over towards the two young Gemenese girls.
“Could I interest one or both of you in a little cream for your coffee?”
Neither woman was drinking coffee which was fortunate for Kelly because he was soon wearing what drinks they did have.
Returning triumphantly, he pushed his cheque toward Spencer.
“I don't think that counts.” Spencer argued.
“They gave me drinks. I didn't pay for them. What's not to count?”
“I didn't actually bring my wallet.” Spencer admitted.
Bill held up a hand to forestall the approach of the irritated looking maitre d'. “We were just leaving.”
From his rapidly dwindling supply of money, Bill took out enough money to cover the two bar bills and the waitress's troubles. This was making for an expensive evening out.
“Come on you two. Let's head to the bar across the street. Along the way we can have a little discussion about your personal behavior while in uniform.”
tbc