BSG Fic - Payback
Title: Payback
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kara, Lee,
Genre: Humour, Ficlet
Summary: “You know what I love about you, Lee? I love that you are a pathetic drunk.”
Disclaimer: Not my sandpit.
Notes: Written because bop_radar got me thinking about a certain marking in a certain place. What can I say, I’m easily led astray. Also thanks to angylinni for looking over this for me.
Kara sat down in the bunkroom and lined up two bottles of ambrosia. She frowned and added one more.
Outside she could hear her crew mates yelping and laughing, their leave began officially in two hours and not a single person was going to be unprepared to jump ship the second they touched down on Picon. Kara was no exception and neither was Lee. He was just going to take a little more convincing.
She added another bottle and grinned at the neat line. Convincing wasn’t going to be a problem. Keeping him conscious, however, might.
~*~
They had shared the first bottle and Lee was starting to show signs of being less than fine. He didn’t quite slur his words, but they came slower and he seemed to measure each just that little bit more before he spoke.
He waggled a finger at her newest tattoo, liquid slopping over the side of his shot glass. “It isn’t regulation.”
Kara looked down at the tattoo on the inside of her arm, it was still faintly flared but the ink seemed to jump from her arm and the words stood in sharp contrast to her skin.
“What does it even mean?” he asked, accepting another drink from Kara.
“Nothin’ much.”
“Liar. I know what it means,” Kara narrowed her eyes. Had he eaten? Hadn’t he just come from the gym? Dehydrated and undernourished? She reached out for his glass, trying to take it away from him, he snatched it back and sneered at her, “It means ‘public property’. And you know what they’re sayin’.”
Kara sighed, well aware what they were saying. “Maybe I was thinking about the service, Lee. Maybe I was thinking that I belong to the people.”
“Or maybe, Knuckle was right when he said you were just advertising,” Lee knocked back the rest of his drink and almost sneered at her, “That there are very few men in the fleet that you haven’t fra-“
“Drink up, Adama,” she slid an entire bottle towards him, “It’s going to be a long night.”
~*~
“Was gonna stay onboard,” he slurred as she tucked an arm around him and propped him up, propelling him down the street.
“Don’t worry, Lee, I’ll have you back in one piece,” Kara was woefully sober, having offered up her share of the festivities in the interest of getting Lee blind drunk. Poor frak hadn’t noticed her swapping her full glasses for his empty ones.
“Where we goin?” he staggered and Kara struggled under his weight.
“Payback, Adama, we’re going for payback.”
“Who’s?”
Kara smiled into the night and dragged him a little further, “You know what I love about you, Lee?”
He stopped and looked up, his unfocused eyes trying to find her as he offered up a lopsided grin, “You love me?”
“I love that you are a pathetic drunk. A pathetic drunk with almost no retention of what has happened the night before. Oh, I’m sure one day you’ll figure out how it is that I drink you under the table, but that’ll be a few years from now.”
“What will be a few years from now?”
Kara offered him a blank smile, “What are you talking about Lee? I didn’t say anything.”
~*~
Lee woke a day and a half later and rolled over to stare at the base of the rack above his.
Gods, what was in his mouth? His dry lips parted and he sucked in a breath. Right, that would be his tongue. A tongue that felt like it had grown hair overnight. Gods, what had he gotten up to? All he could remember was being adamant that he was going to spend his downtime perfecting his five ‘graphs, which were sorely lacking.
What had Kara talked him into this time?
He staggered out of bed and tugged on some track pants. The Battlestar was running on a skeleton crew and people were scarce as he gingerly made his way to the head. He paused at the sight of a familiar face. Docker had been in charge of gate leave the night before, Lee paused and nodded at her before speaking, “Morning.”
“Afternoon,” she replied with a grin as she threw a towel over her shoulder.
“Big night last night?” he queried, trying for levity.
“Yeah, nothing like being on duty when everyone else gets downtime.”
Lee stood in the causeway and offered up a smile, “About that… what time did Kara and I leave? I forget.”
“You forget a lot,” she said as she dropped her head to the side in confusion, “Kara wasn’t even with you. She stayed here for the night. You went out alone. Came back solo too, in case that was a worry.”
Docker gave him a two fingered salute and continued back to her bunkroom.
He’d been alone? Lee frowned. Gods, he couldn’t even blame Kara for his sorry state.
~*~
Docker found Kara lounging on her rack, “Wanna get off my bed?”
Kara stood and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses as she swaggered toward the hatch.
Docker couldn’t keep herself from asking, “How did you know he’d ask?”
Kara shrugged and tossed her a handful of cubits, “Pilot’s intuition. Thanks.”
Docker looked at the money in her hand and shrugged, “Anytime.”
~*~
It wasn’t until Lee hit the showers and felt the water scorching a path across a patch of sensitive skin that he realized how frakked he really was. He’d done that? He’d actually gone out and…?
He groaned and reached for a towel to dry his hair.
His gaze darted around the head, just to confirm he was alone, before he edged toward the full length mirror and took a look. His eyes widened in terror.
Well. Frak.
~*~
Days later Kara still found herself plotting with fiendish glee about how to get Lee into situations where she could offer him a seat.
“Want my seat, Lee?” “Here, next to me, Lee!” “Gods, Lee, you were on a twelve hour watch, take a load off.”
For near on three weeks she delighted in catching him in unguarded moments. Pulling up his pants, that time his track pants slipped while he was jogging, in the shower. It amazed her how quickly Lee could get his back to a wall.
Of course, she had planned on putting him out of his misery.
Eventually.
~*~
Twelve months later the window of opportunity had passed and it was just too darn bad. But, Kara could console herself; she now had a new prized possession. A picture that she kept in her locker in case she was ever in need of leverage, or just a good laugh.
It was a picture of a mighty Viper tattooed across one cheek of an even mightier ass and if she squinted, just hard enough, she could make out the callsign “Starbuck” on the side of the bird.
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kara, Lee,
Genre: Humour, Ficlet
Summary: “You know what I love about you, Lee? I love that you are a pathetic drunk.”
Disclaimer: Not my sandpit.
Notes: Written because bop_radar got me thinking about a certain marking in a certain place. What can I say, I’m easily led astray. Also thanks to angylinni for looking over this for me.
Kara sat down in the bunkroom and lined up two bottles of ambrosia. She frowned and added one more.
Outside she could hear her crew mates yelping and laughing, their leave began officially in two hours and not a single person was going to be unprepared to jump ship the second they touched down on Picon. Kara was no exception and neither was Lee. He was just going to take a little more convincing.
She added another bottle and grinned at the neat line. Convincing wasn’t going to be a problem. Keeping him conscious, however, might.
~*~
They had shared the first bottle and Lee was starting to show signs of being less than fine. He didn’t quite slur his words, but they came slower and he seemed to measure each just that little bit more before he spoke.
He waggled a finger at her newest tattoo, liquid slopping over the side of his shot glass. “It isn’t regulation.”
Kara looked down at the tattoo on the inside of her arm, it was still faintly flared but the ink seemed to jump from her arm and the words stood in sharp contrast to her skin.
“What does it even mean?” he asked, accepting another drink from Kara.
“Nothin’ much.”
“Liar. I know what it means,” Kara narrowed her eyes. Had he eaten? Hadn’t he just come from the gym? Dehydrated and undernourished? She reached out for his glass, trying to take it away from him, he snatched it back and sneered at her, “It means ‘public property’. And you know what they’re sayin’.”
Kara sighed, well aware what they were saying. “Maybe I was thinking about the service, Lee. Maybe I was thinking that I belong to the people.”
“Or maybe, Knuckle was right when he said you were just advertising,” Lee knocked back the rest of his drink and almost sneered at her, “That there are very few men in the fleet that you haven’t fra-“
“Drink up, Adama,” she slid an entire bottle towards him, “It’s going to be a long night.”
~*~
“Was gonna stay onboard,” he slurred as she tucked an arm around him and propped him up, propelling him down the street.
“Don’t worry, Lee, I’ll have you back in one piece,” Kara was woefully sober, having offered up her share of the festivities in the interest of getting Lee blind drunk. Poor frak hadn’t noticed her swapping her full glasses for his empty ones.
“Where we goin?” he staggered and Kara struggled under his weight.
“Payback, Adama, we’re going for payback.”
“Who’s?”
Kara smiled into the night and dragged him a little further, “You know what I love about you, Lee?”
He stopped and looked up, his unfocused eyes trying to find her as he offered up a lopsided grin, “You love me?”
“I love that you are a pathetic drunk. A pathetic drunk with almost no retention of what has happened the night before. Oh, I’m sure one day you’ll figure out how it is that I drink you under the table, but that’ll be a few years from now.”
“What will be a few years from now?”
Kara offered him a blank smile, “What are you talking about Lee? I didn’t say anything.”
~*~
Lee woke a day and a half later and rolled over to stare at the base of the rack above his.
Gods, what was in his mouth? His dry lips parted and he sucked in a breath. Right, that would be his tongue. A tongue that felt like it had grown hair overnight. Gods, what had he gotten up to? All he could remember was being adamant that he was going to spend his downtime perfecting his five ‘graphs, which were sorely lacking.
What had Kara talked him into this time?
He staggered out of bed and tugged on some track pants. The Battlestar was running on a skeleton crew and people were scarce as he gingerly made his way to the head. He paused at the sight of a familiar face. Docker had been in charge of gate leave the night before, Lee paused and nodded at her before speaking, “Morning.”
“Afternoon,” she replied with a grin as she threw a towel over her shoulder.
“Big night last night?” he queried, trying for levity.
“Yeah, nothing like being on duty when everyone else gets downtime.”
Lee stood in the causeway and offered up a smile, “About that… what time did Kara and I leave? I forget.”
“You forget a lot,” she said as she dropped her head to the side in confusion, “Kara wasn’t even with you. She stayed here for the night. You went out alone. Came back solo too, in case that was a worry.”
Docker gave him a two fingered salute and continued back to her bunkroom.
He’d been alone? Lee frowned. Gods, he couldn’t even blame Kara for his sorry state.
~*~
Docker found Kara lounging on her rack, “Wanna get off my bed?”
Kara stood and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses as she swaggered toward the hatch.
Docker couldn’t keep herself from asking, “How did you know he’d ask?”
Kara shrugged and tossed her a handful of cubits, “Pilot’s intuition. Thanks.”
Docker looked at the money in her hand and shrugged, “Anytime.”
~*~
It wasn’t until Lee hit the showers and felt the water scorching a path across a patch of sensitive skin that he realized how frakked he really was. He’d done that? He’d actually gone out and…?
He groaned and reached for a towel to dry his hair.
His gaze darted around the head, just to confirm he was alone, before he edged toward the full length mirror and took a look. His eyes widened in terror.
Well. Frak.
~*~
Days later Kara still found herself plotting with fiendish glee about how to get Lee into situations where she could offer him a seat.
“Want my seat, Lee?” “Here, next to me, Lee!” “Gods, Lee, you were on a twelve hour watch, take a load off.”
For near on three weeks she delighted in catching him in unguarded moments. Pulling up his pants, that time his track pants slipped while he was jogging, in the shower. It amazed her how quickly Lee could get his back to a wall.
Of course, she had planned on putting him out of his misery.
Eventually.
~*~
Twelve months later the window of opportunity had passed and it was just too darn bad. But, Kara could console herself; she now had a new prized possession. A picture that she kept in her locker in case she was ever in need of leverage, or just a good laugh.
It was a picture of a mighty Viper tattooed across one cheek of an even mightier ass and if she squinted, just hard enough, she could make out the callsign “Starbuck” on the side of the bird.