BSG drabble
Title: none, actually -- wanna suggest one?
Rating: G
Characters: Kara/Lee (omg, is this a sign of the apocalypse? ;)
Word count: maybe 150?
Spoilers: for Unfinished Business
Disclaimer: not mine; no profit; please don't sue
Author's note: written for syliasyliasylia in thanks for making me a couple of Fighting Agathons icons. Hee. Unbetaed. Sorry.
...married...
...married...
Kara. Married.
Lee's stomach rolled. All he could do was stare at his father and he knew that everything he felt was writ large across his face -- confusion, shock, disbelief, horror -- but there was nothing he could do about it and he couldn't bring himself to care. It was all he could do not to vomit on the Admiral's shoes.
Cold. Biting cold seeped into him, bled deep into his heart, turning it into a lump of ice in his chest even as the warm breeze softly caressed his face.
"I'm not getting married."
Had it been a lie? Had it all been yet another great cosmic joke on Lee Adama?
He forced his back into a stiff line, lifted his head, tried to adopt an impassive expression. He'd get through this, get past it. He had to. He wasn't going to let Kara Thrace -- Lee Adama -- destroy his life.
Oh, Gods. Why, Kara? Why?
Rating: G
Characters: Kara/Lee (omg, is this a sign of the apocalypse? ;)
Word count: maybe 150?
Spoilers: for Unfinished Business
Disclaimer: not mine; no profit; please don't sue
Author's note: written for syliasyliasylia in thanks for making me a couple of Fighting Agathons icons. Hee. Unbetaed. Sorry.
...married...
...married...
Kara. Married.
Lee's stomach rolled. All he could do was stare at his father and he knew that everything he felt was writ large across his face -- confusion, shock, disbelief, horror -- but there was nothing he could do about it and he couldn't bring himself to care. It was all he could do not to vomit on the Admiral's shoes.
Cold. Biting cold seeped into him, bled deep into his heart, turning it into a lump of ice in his chest even as the warm breeze softly caressed his face.
"I'm not getting married."
Had it been a lie? Had it all been yet another great cosmic joke on Lee Adama?
He forced his back into a stiff line, lifted his head, tried to adopt an impassive expression. He'd get through this, get past it. He had to. He wasn't going to let Kara Thrace -- Lee Adama -- destroy his life.
Oh, Gods. Why, Kara? Why?