Somedays, for pellucid
Title: Somedays
Author: nnaylime
Summary: Dee contemplates the future.
Characters: Dee, Bill Adama, Lee Adama. Subtle Lee/Dee and Billy/Dee
Rating: All Ages
Beta Thanks: zinke did a fabulous job of beta-ing (and handholding!) really pushing to fill in some gaps and clarify some areas.
Remix of: " Latter Days" by pellucid
Notes: There were a lot of different ways I could've gone with this, but ultimately, I had a lot of fun mulling over the line he calls her "Lieutenant" and never acknowledges the year and a half he spent subtly petitioning her for a grandchild, because it struck me as very, very Bill.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and the characters therein are the intellectual property of NBC/Universal and the SciFi Channel. This story is a derivative work of fan authored fiction by which no money has been made and no infringement is intended.
Word Count: 777
Timeline: Some time shortly after Exodus 2.
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“So that just leaves the two of you,” Bill said as he looked again at the revised crew quarters assignments. He smiled. “Family quarters, of course,” he stated it as if it were a given.
“Of . . . course,” Lee replied, and Dee turned to look at him, trying to read his blank, inscrutable expression.
They’d discussed children, of course-generally, hypothetically, obliquely-but never reached any decisions beyond that they’d discuss it again at some point in the future.
Bill Adama’s patience, however, seemed to be in short supply, and Lee’s ability to obtain condoms seemed to be dwindling just as quickly of late. Dee wondered if the two were somehow connected-did the Admiral’s reach extend to the contraceptive market? Regardless, “someday” seemed to be moving into the present.
“Actually, sir,” she began, shifting her attention from Lee to the admiral-her father-in-law-and saw his expression shift from open curiosity to his default mask of impassivity.
She knew that if she looked back at Lee, his face would be a mirror of his father’s. She would be getting no support from him in this fight. Lee picked his battles with his father all too carefully, depending on whether his goal was to win his father’s approval or to assert his own identity. Whichever end Lee had in mind, there were no points to be gained from supporting her-his wife-in this.
From the other side of the table, Bill Adama’s silence was cutting, and she took a deep breath before she faced it head-on. “We’re not sure we’re ready for a family yet.” She looked over at Lee, subtly trying to reinforce to both Adama men, that she was speaking for both of them.
“You will be,” Bill answered as though it were as simple and straightforward as that.
She wondered sometimes whether the admiral’s refusal to see the world as anything but how he wished it to be had stemmed from living so long in a culture where his every word was unquestionably obeyed, or if it had been what had drawn him to the service in the first place.
She loved the old man, of course. It was hard not to. He’d welcomed her onto his ship warmly-openly-easily filling the hole in her heart that had been left by her own father, though she would never tell him that.
And because of that-because there of that part of her that yearned to make her father proud-she’d like to be able to give Bill Adama what he wanted. A grandchild might well be the only thing in the universe that would love Bill with the same unconditional totality that Bill loved others.
She met the admiral’s eyes and smiled wanly. “I’m sure you’re right,” she agreed half-heartedly. She wasn’t sure of anything, but she was tired of fighting, and the light of hope in her father-in-law’s eyes was not one she had the heart to extinguish-not tonight.
He nodded his approval. “Good,” he said with a warm smile. She stole a glance her husband, but Lee’s face was now bore the stoic, neutral mask that showed him to be more his father’s son than either of them would ever readily admit.
She would press him later-for a decision, for a commitment one way or another, but she knew she had little hope of getting either from him. Lee didn’t want a family, but he didn’t want to be the man who didn’t want a family either.
For her part, Dee wasn’t she what she wanted. Children were a blessing, and she often quietly envied the comfortable, simple domesticity that Helo and Sharon had managed to establish in the midst of the chaotic remnants of humanity.
In earlier times-before New Caprica, before things between Lee and her had grown complicated-Billy had asked her whether she wanted children. “Someday-” he’d added, quickly qualifying the statement.
“Of course,” she’d answered without hesitation. “Someday,” she’d repeated his statement with a slow, deliberate smile even as she’d wondered whether they were speaking hypothetically anymore.
She remembered the conversation well. She had an excellent memory. She remembered the conversation as though it had only just taken place, and it made her wonder what had changed. Why had she been ready, even eager, to have children in a hypothetical discussion with Billy? And why did the idea of doing so with Lee make her chest grow tight with apprehension?
She didn’t have any answers. All she had were a long line empty days laid out in front of her and the rapidly hope that someday things would be different.
~finis~
Author: nnaylime
Summary: Dee contemplates the future.
Characters: Dee, Bill Adama, Lee Adama. Subtle Lee/Dee and Billy/Dee
Rating: All Ages
Beta Thanks: zinke did a fabulous job of beta-ing (and handholding!) really pushing to fill in some gaps and clarify some areas.
Remix of: " Latter Days" by pellucid
Notes: There were a lot of different ways I could've gone with this, but ultimately, I had a lot of fun mulling over the line he calls her "Lieutenant" and never acknowledges the year and a half he spent subtly petitioning her for a grandchild, because it struck me as very, very Bill.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and the characters therein are the intellectual property of NBC/Universal and the SciFi Channel. This story is a derivative work of fan authored fiction by which no money has been made and no infringement is intended.
Word Count: 777
Timeline: Some time shortly after Exodus 2.
=====//=====
“So that just leaves the two of you,” Bill said as he looked again at the revised crew quarters assignments. He smiled. “Family quarters, of course,” he stated it as if it were a given.
“Of . . . course,” Lee replied, and Dee turned to look at him, trying to read his blank, inscrutable expression.
They’d discussed children, of course-generally, hypothetically, obliquely-but never reached any decisions beyond that they’d discuss it again at some point in the future.
Bill Adama’s patience, however, seemed to be in short supply, and Lee’s ability to obtain condoms seemed to be dwindling just as quickly of late. Dee wondered if the two were somehow connected-did the Admiral’s reach extend to the contraceptive market? Regardless, “someday” seemed to be moving into the present.
“Actually, sir,” she began, shifting her attention from Lee to the admiral-her father-in-law-and saw his expression shift from open curiosity to his default mask of impassivity.
She knew that if she looked back at Lee, his face would be a mirror of his father’s. She would be getting no support from him in this fight. Lee picked his battles with his father all too carefully, depending on whether his goal was to win his father’s approval or to assert his own identity. Whichever end Lee had in mind, there were no points to be gained from supporting her-his wife-in this.
From the other side of the table, Bill Adama’s silence was cutting, and she took a deep breath before she faced it head-on. “We’re not sure we’re ready for a family yet.” She looked over at Lee, subtly trying to reinforce to both Adama men, that she was speaking for both of them.
“You will be,” Bill answered as though it were as simple and straightforward as that.
She wondered sometimes whether the admiral’s refusal to see the world as anything but how he wished it to be had stemmed from living so long in a culture where his every word was unquestionably obeyed, or if it had been what had drawn him to the service in the first place.
She loved the old man, of course. It was hard not to. He’d welcomed her onto his ship warmly-openly-easily filling the hole in her heart that had been left by her own father, though she would never tell him that.
And because of that-because there of that part of her that yearned to make her father proud-she’d like to be able to give Bill Adama what he wanted. A grandchild might well be the only thing in the universe that would love Bill with the same unconditional totality that Bill loved others.
She met the admiral’s eyes and smiled wanly. “I’m sure you’re right,” she agreed half-heartedly. She wasn’t sure of anything, but she was tired of fighting, and the light of hope in her father-in-law’s eyes was not one she had the heart to extinguish-not tonight.
He nodded his approval. “Good,” he said with a warm smile. She stole a glance her husband, but Lee’s face was now bore the stoic, neutral mask that showed him to be more his father’s son than either of them would ever readily admit.
She would press him later-for a decision, for a commitment one way or another, but she knew she had little hope of getting either from him. Lee didn’t want a family, but he didn’t want to be the man who didn’t want a family either.
For her part, Dee wasn’t she what she wanted. Children were a blessing, and she often quietly envied the comfortable, simple domesticity that Helo and Sharon had managed to establish in the midst of the chaotic remnants of humanity.
In earlier times-before New Caprica, before things between Lee and her had grown complicated-Billy had asked her whether she wanted children. “Someday-” he’d added, quickly qualifying the statement.
“Of course,” she’d answered without hesitation. “Someday,” she’d repeated his statement with a slow, deliberate smile even as she’d wondered whether they were speaking hypothetically anymore.
She remembered the conversation well. She had an excellent memory. She remembered the conversation as though it had only just taken place, and it made her wonder what had changed. Why had she been ready, even eager, to have children in a hypothetical discussion with Billy? And why did the idea of doing so with Lee make her chest grow tight with apprehension?
She didn’t have any answers. All she had were a long line empty days laid out in front of her and the rapidly hope that someday things would be different.
~finis~