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wrennetteTitle: Farstrider (16) - (21)
Pairings: Apollo x Helo (pre-slash), Helo x Eight, Helo x Anders (pre-slash)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Rating: G to PG
Warnings: AU. Unbeta-ed. Jumps from person to person, not always with any indication of who the main character is.
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG, I don't make any money doing this, and the intention is to amuse, not offend.
Summary: In which Lee "Apollo" Adama is the one sent after Apollo's Arrow on Caprica after his father is shot.
(16)
Laura and Lee both looked up as the hatch opened. Lee had pulled his rack over to the end of his cell nearest the President's, so they could both be comfortable during one of their long, quiet chats. It was the Gunny and a few of her Marines, and she smiled slightly at the two of them. She seemed to view them as visitors rather than prisoners, and neither prisoner really minded the Marines. They were just bored to tears.
"Time's up Madame President," the Gunny said, and Laura traded a look with Lee, than slowly stood. They opened her cell, and Lee stood as well, watching her slowly walk away, back held ramrod straight until the hatch slammed behind her and the Marine escort, hiding her from view. For the next three ship's days, Lee again paced like a caged animal. He had kept up with pushups, sit ups, even done jumping jacks and scoped out a bar in the ceiling that he could do pull ups on. But sculpting his already firm body hadn't really done anything to lessen the boredom, and now he didn't even have Laura Roslin to talk to.
(17)
She watched him sleeping, the words of the Marine on duty coming back to her.
"He'll go mad in there alone," the Marine had said. "He's always moving, always pacing. He isn't made to be shut up like this." Even in repose he wasn't still, twitching in his sleep, shifting as he dreamed.
"Lee," she said softly, and he shifted slightly, but didn't come awake. "Lee," she said more strongly, and he shifted again, tanks riding up to expose his washboard abs. His eyes fluttered and than, in an instant, he was awake. His eyes were pale and glittering in the low light, and they pinned her immediately. He was on his feet quickly, coming to attention.
"Mad-" he started, and she shook her head with a wry little smile.
"I have a mission for you Apollo," she said, more softly again, and he trotted over, sliding his arms into the sleeves of his flight suit. "You can fly a Raptor as good as you handle a Viper or that Raider?" She asked, and he hesitated a moment, then nodded. "The Commander has authorized a mission to rescue any remaining survivors from Caprica. You'll pilot the lead Raptor with Lt. Agathon as your ECO." He blinked once, then nodded. She smiled and stepped back, giving the Marines escorting her room to unlock the cell door.
(18)
"Helo," the man asked gruffly, and Helo nodded, then stiffened slightly as he was pulled down for a rough, almost desperate kiss.
"I came back for you Sam," he said softly, voice coming out strained, and he held onto the other man for a long moment, able to feel every bone in the athlete's spare frame. Helo pulled back, looked over at Apollo, whose face was, as ever, unreadable. "Sam Anders, leader of the resistance," he elucidated, and the shorter man nodded, then turned his flat gaze on Anders.
"You can get in touch with the other survivors? We have Raptors a jump away awaiting instructions for an evac." Sam's face lit with pure joy, and within a few hours they had a plan of action. The survivors soon began making their way to rendezvous points over the next few hours, and by the time darkness fell, everything was in place. Once the sun was down, the previously out of range Raptors jumped into orbit and began making rapid descents through the atmosphere. By the time they were on the ground, Raiders had been launched by the Cylons encamped in Caprica City. As soon as the survivors were aboard, the Raptors took to the sky, missiles armed and ready. Those without passengers acted as both rear and advance guards, the loaded Raptors heading toward the city to carpet bomb.
(19)
Once again Kara found herself pacing the flight deck of Galactica, warring anger and fear roiling in her gut. Her two best friends in the Colonies were three hours overdue for a check in. As acting CAG in Lee's absence, she couldn't even shirk her duties to go get obliterated. A few mugs of ambrosia would quiet her anxiety, but at the moment, this deck was her responsibility, and she wouldn't do anything to let the Old Man down. He had enough to worry about without her adding to the troubles. So she paced, and finally, hours after she began wearing out her shoes on the steel decking, the klaxons blared. Birds were on the ground.
Her anxiety wouldn't cease until she actually had all her pilots in and accounted for though, and that especially counted for Lee and Karl. It took a while for the Raptors to come down on the lifts, but soon enough all the birds were accounted for, and survivors were being disgorged at a rather alarming rate. They had left a distressingly large number of people behind, she realized, and she began to understand why Karl's eyes had looked so haunted. Finally though, the last bird was on the deck, the hatch open, and Karl was leading the refugees out of the Raptor, arm around the waist of a tall dark haired man. The height alone told Kara it wasn't Lee, and she looked past them to see the compact young officer watching Karl like a hawk.
(20)
He looked at the two young men standing before him, professionally hiding his surging pride. His son, while proving to be a bit more of a loose cannon than he would have anticipated, had done the right thing, and done it well. He had known the moment he looked in Lee's eyes after his return from Caprica with the Arrow that his boy wanted to go back, couldn't stand the idea of leaving their people behind, not a one. The quiet strength of Lt. Agathon had only seemed to make Lee more determined, and he glanced over at the newly reinstated ECO.
Helo was a helluva guy to have on your side. Strength, endurance, and an incredible will to survive. Helo was also the best friend of his surrogate daughter, and he knew that Kara had been impossible to be around while Lee and Agathon were on their mission back to Caprica. Now though, with them back, maybe things would begin to go their way. He fought a smile at that, saluting the two young men. They returned the salute, remaining at attention, and he kept biting the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, because Kara was just beyond them, her grin twisting the corners of her mouth even as she stood at perfect attention and saluted.
"Sitrep," he asked gruffly as he saluted, and she saluted back, mouth finishing it's curl up into a smile.
"All Raptors present and accounted for," she said, and he nodded, letting the tiniest hint of his pride shine through.
(21)
Sam watched the three of them together. They fit. He wasn't sure how they fit, but they did. Helo and Starbuck were obviously like brother and sister, but how Apollo fit into the mix was harder to figure. He was obviously liked and trusted by both of them, joking with Starbuck and sparring with Helo. But he still couldn't quite figure how it worked. At times he was almost certain that Starbuck and Apollo were frakking, leaving Helo as odd man out. But than he would catch a too long glance between the two men, and it would throw that theory entirely out of whack. The oddest part was, none of them seemed at all jealous of each other.
He didn't really know anything about either Apollo or Starbuck, but they both seemed cocky, like they were used to being the best, being the center of attention. Yet neither of their egos seemed to threaten their friendship, or whatever was going on between them and Helo. Which perplexed Sam to no small degree. He knew from the start that he had no claim on Helo, all they had ever shared was a few long glances and that one kiss back on Caprica. Slowly he eased into the room, and suddenly the dynamic changed. Whatever was going on, he obviously wasn't part of it, and wasn't wanted. He nodded in greeting and went to the free weights, and the next time he glanced up, they seemed to have forgotten he was there.
You get a bonus drabble in this batch, because this is as far as I've written, and I didn't want it to be lonely. We'll see when the muse strikes next.
Pairings: Apollo x Helo (pre-slash), Helo x Eight, Helo x Anders (pre-slash)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Rating: G to PG
Warnings: AU. Unbeta-ed. Jumps from person to person, not always with any indication of who the main character is.
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG, I don't make any money doing this, and the intention is to amuse, not offend.
Summary: In which Lee "Apollo" Adama is the one sent after Apollo's Arrow on Caprica after his father is shot.
(16)
Laura and Lee both looked up as the hatch opened. Lee had pulled his rack over to the end of his cell nearest the President's, so they could both be comfortable during one of their long, quiet chats. It was the Gunny and a few of her Marines, and she smiled slightly at the two of them. She seemed to view them as visitors rather than prisoners, and neither prisoner really minded the Marines. They were just bored to tears.
"Time's up Madame President," the Gunny said, and Laura traded a look with Lee, than slowly stood. They opened her cell, and Lee stood as well, watching her slowly walk away, back held ramrod straight until the hatch slammed behind her and the Marine escort, hiding her from view. For the next three ship's days, Lee again paced like a caged animal. He had kept up with pushups, sit ups, even done jumping jacks and scoped out a bar in the ceiling that he could do pull ups on. But sculpting his already firm body hadn't really done anything to lessen the boredom, and now he didn't even have Laura Roslin to talk to.
(17)
She watched him sleeping, the words of the Marine on duty coming back to her.
"He'll go mad in there alone," the Marine had said. "He's always moving, always pacing. He isn't made to be shut up like this." Even in repose he wasn't still, twitching in his sleep, shifting as he dreamed.
"Lee," she said softly, and he shifted slightly, but didn't come awake. "Lee," she said more strongly, and he shifted again, tanks riding up to expose his washboard abs. His eyes fluttered and than, in an instant, he was awake. His eyes were pale and glittering in the low light, and they pinned her immediately. He was on his feet quickly, coming to attention.
"Mad-" he started, and she shook her head with a wry little smile.
"I have a mission for you Apollo," she said, more softly again, and he trotted over, sliding his arms into the sleeves of his flight suit. "You can fly a Raptor as good as you handle a Viper or that Raider?" She asked, and he hesitated a moment, then nodded. "The Commander has authorized a mission to rescue any remaining survivors from Caprica. You'll pilot the lead Raptor with Lt. Agathon as your ECO." He blinked once, then nodded. She smiled and stepped back, giving the Marines escorting her room to unlock the cell door.
(18)
"Helo," the man asked gruffly, and Helo nodded, then stiffened slightly as he was pulled down for a rough, almost desperate kiss.
"I came back for you Sam," he said softly, voice coming out strained, and he held onto the other man for a long moment, able to feel every bone in the athlete's spare frame. Helo pulled back, looked over at Apollo, whose face was, as ever, unreadable. "Sam Anders, leader of the resistance," he elucidated, and the shorter man nodded, then turned his flat gaze on Anders.
"You can get in touch with the other survivors? We have Raptors a jump away awaiting instructions for an evac." Sam's face lit with pure joy, and within a few hours they had a plan of action. The survivors soon began making their way to rendezvous points over the next few hours, and by the time darkness fell, everything was in place. Once the sun was down, the previously out of range Raptors jumped into orbit and began making rapid descents through the atmosphere. By the time they were on the ground, Raiders had been launched by the Cylons encamped in Caprica City. As soon as the survivors were aboard, the Raptors took to the sky, missiles armed and ready. Those without passengers acted as both rear and advance guards, the loaded Raptors heading toward the city to carpet bomb.
(19)
Once again Kara found herself pacing the flight deck of Galactica, warring anger and fear roiling in her gut. Her two best friends in the Colonies were three hours overdue for a check in. As acting CAG in Lee's absence, she couldn't even shirk her duties to go get obliterated. A few mugs of ambrosia would quiet her anxiety, but at the moment, this deck was her responsibility, and she wouldn't do anything to let the Old Man down. He had enough to worry about without her adding to the troubles. So she paced, and finally, hours after she began wearing out her shoes on the steel decking, the klaxons blared. Birds were on the ground.
Her anxiety wouldn't cease until she actually had all her pilots in and accounted for though, and that especially counted for Lee and Karl. It took a while for the Raptors to come down on the lifts, but soon enough all the birds were accounted for, and survivors were being disgorged at a rather alarming rate. They had left a distressingly large number of people behind, she realized, and she began to understand why Karl's eyes had looked so haunted. Finally though, the last bird was on the deck, the hatch open, and Karl was leading the refugees out of the Raptor, arm around the waist of a tall dark haired man. The height alone told Kara it wasn't Lee, and she looked past them to see the compact young officer watching Karl like a hawk.
(20)
He looked at the two young men standing before him, professionally hiding his surging pride. His son, while proving to be a bit more of a loose cannon than he would have anticipated, had done the right thing, and done it well. He had known the moment he looked in Lee's eyes after his return from Caprica with the Arrow that his boy wanted to go back, couldn't stand the idea of leaving their people behind, not a one. The quiet strength of Lt. Agathon had only seemed to make Lee more determined, and he glanced over at the newly reinstated ECO.
Helo was a helluva guy to have on your side. Strength, endurance, and an incredible will to survive. Helo was also the best friend of his surrogate daughter, and he knew that Kara had been impossible to be around while Lee and Agathon were on their mission back to Caprica. Now though, with them back, maybe things would begin to go their way. He fought a smile at that, saluting the two young men. They returned the salute, remaining at attention, and he kept biting the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, because Kara was just beyond them, her grin twisting the corners of her mouth even as she stood at perfect attention and saluted.
"Sitrep," he asked gruffly as he saluted, and she saluted back, mouth finishing it's curl up into a smile.
"All Raptors present and accounted for," she said, and he nodded, letting the tiniest hint of his pride shine through.
(21)
Sam watched the three of them together. They fit. He wasn't sure how they fit, but they did. Helo and Starbuck were obviously like brother and sister, but how Apollo fit into the mix was harder to figure. He was obviously liked and trusted by both of them, joking with Starbuck and sparring with Helo. But he still couldn't quite figure how it worked. At times he was almost certain that Starbuck and Apollo were frakking, leaving Helo as odd man out. But than he would catch a too long glance between the two men, and it would throw that theory entirely out of whack. The oddest part was, none of them seemed at all jealous of each other.
He didn't really know anything about either Apollo or Starbuck, but they both seemed cocky, like they were used to being the best, being the center of attention. Yet neither of their egos seemed to threaten their friendship, or whatever was going on between them and Helo. Which perplexed Sam to no small degree. He knew from the start that he had no claim on Helo, all they had ever shared was a few long glances and that one kiss back on Caprica. Slowly he eased into the room, and suddenly the dynamic changed. Whatever was going on, he obviously wasn't part of it, and wasn't wanted. He nodded in greeting and went to the free weights, and the next time he glanced up, they seemed to have forgotten he was there.
You get a bonus drabble in this batch, because this is as far as I've written, and I didn't want it to be lonely. We'll see when the muse strikes next.
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