251 - What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done while sober?
Nothing.
No, really, I don’t frak up much while I’m sober. It’s while I’m drunk that things happen, like when I thought Kara died. I don’t remember much except for Lee reaching out to me and I fell. I was in the Hangar Deck, and I fell off… a Viper? A Raptor? Frak it, I don’t remember. I fell and ended up going to see Cottle, having to wear crutches for the leg I’d hurt.
I said something to Lee, too, something like, “She’s alive, right?” And he told me no, which I knew. Everyone was there, watching, and sure, it was embarrassing, but the thing that got me was that no one helped me. No one. They all just stood around going, “Hey, let’s watch the poor guy who just lost his wife lose his mind, too. Yeah, that’ll be fun.” No one helped me, except for Lee.
Damn you, Lee. It’s so easy to hate you for everything that happened with you and Kara, for how you treated me, but you were the only one who got it. I guess you were the only one who understood what I was going through. Or hell, maybe you just pitied me. I’d like to think it wasn’t that, though, not when I talked to you at the Wall of Remembrance after. See, I’d be embarrassed about falling down drunk in front of everyone, but I’m more embarrassed that Lee Adama was the only soul who gave a damn about me right then.
So, it’s like I said, nothing. Nothing while I’m sober.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Misc. TV/”Battlestar Galactica”
Word Count: 262
No, really, I don’t frak up much while I’m sober. It’s while I’m drunk that things happen, like when I thought Kara died. I don’t remember much except for Lee reaching out to me and I fell. I was in the Hangar Deck, and I fell off… a Viper? A Raptor? Frak it, I don’t remember. I fell and ended up going to see Cottle, having to wear crutches for the leg I’d hurt.
I said something to Lee, too, something like, “She’s alive, right?” And he told me no, which I knew. Everyone was there, watching, and sure, it was embarrassing, but the thing that got me was that no one helped me. No one. They all just stood around going, “Hey, let’s watch the poor guy who just lost his wife lose his mind, too. Yeah, that’ll be fun.” No one helped me, except for Lee.
Damn you, Lee. It’s so easy to hate you for everything that happened with you and Kara, for how you treated me, but you were the only one who got it. I guess you were the only one who understood what I was going through. Or hell, maybe you just pitied me. I’d like to think it wasn’t that, though, not when I talked to you at the Wall of Remembrance after. See, I’d be embarrassed about falling down drunk in front of everyone, but I’m more embarrassed that Lee Adama was the only soul who gave a damn about me right then.
So, it’s like I said, nothing. Nothing while I’m sober.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Misc. TV/”Battlestar Galactica”
Word Count: 262