Lee wasn't used to patrolling alone. Even back on Galactica, when he'd been alone in his viper for CAP, he'd had someone to fly his wing. Sheppard had been his IPD partner for over a year, and with him gone, things were...off
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"So," Yuffie said, draping herself over the nearest chair. "So, hey. Are you like, my boyfriend? What's the deal there? Are we sexbuddies? Do you wanna daaaaate me? Or just use this hot body to release some steam?
Sometimes, Lee didn't ever think he'd get used to some of the things Yuffie did. Like starting up conversations without any of the usual beating around the bush that most people tended to do.
"What?" he asked, mostly wondering whether or not he'd heard her right.
"I asked," Yuffie said very slowly and carefully, "if you're my boyfriend. Are we in a relationship." She tipped her head curiously. "I mean, I'd get it, I guess, if you were gonna say no."
"And so it begins," Baltar murmured from his place in the doorway, eyes on the law book perched on Lee's lap and a smirk curling his lips.
From what he'd been told, this Lee Adama had likely missed out on the fiasco that was his criminal trial... no, no, public lynching, more like. But even if Lee and all his nobility and good intentions hadn't done it all for him, Gaius couldn't help but feel a bit of gratitude for the man who'd helped set him free.
On an island so small, it would have been hard for Lee not to hear about Dr. Baltar's reappearance. He was even pretty sure he'd seen the man around New Atlantis once or twice, but he'd never found a reason to speak.
"President Baltar," Lee said, looking up from his book, "It's been a long time."
The last time Lee had seen him, he'd been digging ceremonial holes in the frakking dirt.
"Not a fan?" Ashby asked, lining up a shot at the pool table. People always seemed to lash out at the jukebox, but he kind of wished there were more than just the one around. He'd settle for an enchanted fucking iPod to carry around at this rate, even if it played nothing but Wham!'s discography around the clock.
"I think you've gotta be high to fully appreciate their stuff."
Lee had been on the island long enough that he was used to seeing Leoben's face ten different ways, even when he knew the cylon himself wasn't around anymore. Still, he was a little taken aback when the man addressed him.
"It's too frakking loud," Lee answered, looking back down at his book.
"Hah. Right. Well, there's that." It was a reasonable argument, sure, but Ashby was of a mind that believed if it's 'too loud' then you're 'too old'. Which was a shame considering this guy had to be at least a decade his junior.
"This isn't botherin' you, is it?" he asked, waving the pool cue at the table.
From where she stood at the bookshelf, Lucy was taken by surprise, too, enough to straighten completely, whirling around to face the jukebox. Nearly two damn years she'd been here and she still didn't think she would ever get used to it. At least this time, it wasn't playing fucking "Hey Jude," which it had been on almost a daily basis anymore. She was pretty sure that constituted as actual torture.
"It playing this for you?" she asked the guy who'd spoken, heading a little closer, any thoughts of trying to find a book forgotten. She did have plenty. "God, this thing's annoying."
"No idea," Lee said, "I think that thing mostly does it just to frak with everybody."
Though the bit about a 'law man' did make Lee suspect it was playing for him. With him reading his grandfather's law books right the, it was too much of a coincidence.
"Well, yeah," Lucy sighed, one eyebrow arched, a crooked sort of grin on her face that didn't really suggest that she was pleased about this. She was sick of the thing, to say the least. How people had dealt with it twice as long as she had, she'd no idea. "It's just not in its usual lineup for me, so I figure it's got to be to mess with someone's head. It's got a whole damn repertoire it usually plays when I'm here. It'd be flattering, if it wasn't so annoying."
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She smiled winningly.
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"What?" he asked, mostly wondering whether or not he'd heard her right.
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Then he thought better of what he'd said and winced. The thought had crossed his mind before, but he hadn't figured how to bring it up yet.
"Okay, that's a lie."
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From what he'd been told, this Lee Adama had likely missed out on the fiasco that was his criminal trial... no, no, public lynching, more like. But even if Lee and all his nobility and good intentions hadn't done it all for him, Gaius couldn't help but feel a bit of gratitude for the man who'd helped set him free.
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"President Baltar," Lee said, looking up from his book, "It's been a long time."
The last time Lee had seen him, he'd been digging ceremonial holes in the frakking dirt.
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That was a sizable chunk of missing time, there, and he couldn't help feel relieved at having the slight advantage.
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"I think you've gotta be high to fully appreciate their stuff."
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"It's too frakking loud," Lee answered, looking back down at his book.
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"This isn't botherin' you, is it?" he asked, waving the pool cue at the table.
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"Besides, it's not like I'll even be able to hear it now,"
He glared at the jukebox, which wasn't quite as loud as before, but played on, nonetheless.
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"It playing this for you?" she asked the guy who'd spoken, heading a little closer, any thoughts of trying to find a book forgotten. She did have plenty. "God, this thing's annoying."
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Though the bit about a 'law man' did make Lee suspect it was playing for him. With him reading his grandfather's law books right the, it was too much of a coincidence.
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Though most of the time, it only played the Colonial Anthem for him, which wasn't quite as annoying as whatever it had decided to play today.
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