[BSG] [Gen] [K+] Small Comfort
Originally posted: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2346958/1/Small_Comfort
Title: Small Comfort
Rating: K+
Genre: missing scene
Spoilers: KLG II
Summary: Tigh decides what to do with Lee
The medics rushed an unconscious Commander Adama from CIC. Lee tried to follow, but the Marines who had let him loose to secure the Cylon had now returned. He watched, soundless except his ragged breathing, as they took his father away. Beside him, another man drew in ragged breath. Lee turned his eyes to the man, watching the vein twitch in his temple as he tried to calm himself and regain control. An hour ago, Lee had pressed his gun to that very spot.
Colonel Tigh became aware of Lee Adama watching him. Something in him feared to turn, but he was a man used to unpleasant tasks; he did it anyway. With the Commander clinging to life, Tigh would have many difficult orders to give. Sending a traitor to the brig should be the least of his worries.
But he didn’t see a traitor. For a moment, he saw a boy of nine playing soldier with his brother on Colonial Day, chasing around the yard while the adults talked and laughed around the picnic table. For just a moment, he saw the officer candidate who felt it would be disrespectful to call Tigh anything but ‘Sir,’ despite the years of acquaintance and the invitation to do so. For a single moment, he saw the young man who had seen him at his lowest - when he showed up at the Adamas’ door in the middle of the night, drunk and despairing - yet never treated him with disdain.
It was almost too much. The expression in Lee’s eyes was a desperate plea. For all the indignation Tigh felt as the XO, for the personal hurt he felt knowing Lee could hold a gun to his head, for all that he knew it was the right and responsible thing to do to lock Lee up... he knew in that instant it was impossible.
He looked over Lee’s shoulder to the Marines. “Take off his restraints,” Tigh growled. “Let him get cleaned up and take him to Life Station - under guard.” Turning to Lee he added, “Don’t think you’re getting out of this, Captain. But decisions may have to be made about your father’s medical care, and right now I’m needed here. You will stay in Life Station until I come to relieve you myself. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lee said emphatically. More quietly, he added, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Then get going,” Tigh snapped. “I have to get our people back from Kobol.” As Lee turned to go, Tigh brushed a hand against his arm. It was a small gesture, a soldier’s comfort, but it was understood.
Title: Small Comfort
Rating: K+
Genre: missing scene
Spoilers: KLG II
Summary: Tigh decides what to do with Lee
The medics rushed an unconscious Commander Adama from CIC. Lee tried to follow, but the Marines who had let him loose to secure the Cylon had now returned. He watched, soundless except his ragged breathing, as they took his father away. Beside him, another man drew in ragged breath. Lee turned his eyes to the man, watching the vein twitch in his temple as he tried to calm himself and regain control. An hour ago, Lee had pressed his gun to that very spot.
Colonel Tigh became aware of Lee Adama watching him. Something in him feared to turn, but he was a man used to unpleasant tasks; he did it anyway. With the Commander clinging to life, Tigh would have many difficult orders to give. Sending a traitor to the brig should be the least of his worries.
But he didn’t see a traitor. For a moment, he saw a boy of nine playing soldier with his brother on Colonial Day, chasing around the yard while the adults talked and laughed around the picnic table. For just a moment, he saw the officer candidate who felt it would be disrespectful to call Tigh anything but ‘Sir,’ despite the years of acquaintance and the invitation to do so. For a single moment, he saw the young man who had seen him at his lowest - when he showed up at the Adamas’ door in the middle of the night, drunk and despairing - yet never treated him with disdain.
It was almost too much. The expression in Lee’s eyes was a desperate plea. For all the indignation Tigh felt as the XO, for the personal hurt he felt knowing Lee could hold a gun to his head, for all that he knew it was the right and responsible thing to do to lock Lee up... he knew in that instant it was impossible.
He looked over Lee’s shoulder to the Marines. “Take off his restraints,” Tigh growled. “Let him get cleaned up and take him to Life Station - under guard.” Turning to Lee he added, “Don’t think you’re getting out of this, Captain. But decisions may have to be made about your father’s medical care, and right now I’m needed here. You will stay in Life Station until I come to relieve you myself. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lee said emphatically. More quietly, he added, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Then get going,” Tigh snapped. “I have to get our people back from Kobol.” As Lee turned to go, Tigh brushed a hand against his arm. It was a small gesture, a soldier’s comfort, but it was understood.