Love Letters

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Yesterday's post filled me with even more longing for pilots than I already had. But I also felt comforted that all you other shippers get it, too, and that's why you and I keep coming back. Today, I'm going to tap into a little bit of that loving feeling, but from a character perspective.

Write (or create) a letter about love, declaring love, mentioning love, referring to love (or interest!), decrying love, or making jokes about love as it pertains our pilots. You can also write a little drabble about a letter or describing the actions that happened because of a letter. But something about letter should be included.

To do this, you MUST assume ONE THING: These letters take at least one or two weeks to arrive at their destination. Call it cylon interference, or a burgeoning Pony Express, I don't care - but keep that assumption in mind. This is not a chat or email - make it paper. Other forms could be postcards, invitations, announcements, formal reprimands(!), or if you're Kara, something scrawled on a bar napkin. It's up to you.


Some Examples: Assume any backstory, setting, AU or situation. Be as creative as you like. No Takebacks.

1. Lee is stuck on a long distance posting, he and Kara have been dating and he misses her.
2. Teenage Kara is writing to Helo because she's bored and she *might* have to mention this new guy that's transferred to her school.
3. Lee is writing a letter to Kara on their Tenth wedding anniversary. He knows she's going to laugh, but he also knows that she keeps (and re-reads) all of his "stupid" letters.
4. Bill is writing a letter to Lee about his new cabin in the mountains and wonders how pilots are doing.
5. Kara's therapist, the one she finally went to after Lee insisted, tells her she has to write a letter to her dead mother.
6. Kara needs to break the big news to Lee.
7. Lee and Kara are penpals during middle school.
8. Lee and Kara send a postcard to the other pilots from their honeymoon beach vacation.
9. Kara finally answers Lee's last letter.
10. Lee gets a Dear John letter. It's bullshit and he does something about it.

Awwww....Get schmoopy, sad, happy, cracky. There are a thousand more scenarios, of course. I can't wait to see what y'all come up with.

I LOVE YOU SHIPPER NATION! *MWAH*



ETA: I almost forgot that I promised a shout-out to heliotitans's new BSG RPG (Role Playing Game) that will be K/L friendly. For more info, go here.

Comments

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Lol. #7 is ADORABLE. I hope someone writes it. <3

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll get number 7 rolling with a letter from Lee to his new penpal. I hope someone will write Kara's reply :)

~~

Dear Kara Thrace,

Hi. My name is Lee Adama. Our teacher gave us our assignments today, and it looks like you’re stuck with me. I’m fairly boring (sorry), but at least my handwriting is clear, which is more than I can say for you (no offense!). Along with our assignments everyone got the questiona (oops!) questionnaires and pictures from your class, and I guess you will get mine, too, before this letter arrives, so I’m not sure what new I can tell you. Thanks for writing PYRAMID in capital letters under your “interests” category, that was the part I could definitely read! I like your picture. You look very energetic.

I have a little brother named Zak. He’s pretty annoying, but we play pyramid together sometimes. Do you have brothers and sisters? My favorite color is blue and my favorite food is chocolate cake with chocolate icing. My favorite real food is chicken cordun blue (sorry, I don’t know if I spelled that right). I like going to movies (have you seen Starship Troopers?) and I’m on the swim team. When I get to high school I’m definitely joining the debate club. I practice now on Zak but he just gets bored and agrees with me, so I have to argue both sides. Sometimes I use different voices, because it’s more fun that way.

Yes, I’m weird. Deal with it.

Nice to meet you.

Sincerely,

Lee Adama

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HEHEHE! This just made me giggle and grin! SOOO CUTE!

[reginaspina.livejournal.com]

Heee! This is fabulous :D I love that Lee uses different voices for his debating and that Zak is bored by the whole thing.

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

OMGs, this is so completely adorable! *grins*

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

This is so adorable!! That sounds so like our Leland.:D

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

Lee,

PYRAMID.

Kara

p.s. My teacher said I had to write you a longer letter before I could go outside. I don't really see the point since you said you couldn't read my first one. I'm not really the friendly type anyhow. You probably aren't missing much.

You're lucky you have a brother. At least you have someone to talk to. I don't have any brothers or sisters but really it's better for them that way. My Dad left last year and my Mom...well, she's my Mom.

I sneak over to my friend Karl's house whenever I'm able. We play Colonial Fleet and shoot cylons out of the sky. Have you learned about the cylons yet? They sounded badass. I'm going to be the best viper pilot in the 12 colonies when I grow up. Well, after I finish my professional pyramid career.

I'm sorry you're stuck writing to me but I'll try to make it easier on you by making the important parts stick out like this:

YOU ARE REALLY CUTE in your picture. Thanks for sending it, Adama.

Kara

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

LOL "You look very energetic" OH LELAND. Hee.

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

I love this!! So adorable!!! Sometimes he uses different voices. THAT IS SO PRECIOUS.

(Also the chocolate cake thing reminded me of a Casey quote from Sports Night and now I want a crossover where Lee and Casey eat chocolate cake.)

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

Young Lee so dorky. Got to love it.

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[koolaidmom11.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha...that is all!!! I visualized the debate!

[reginaspina.livejournal.com]

Lee finds the fountain pen his grandfather gave him when he graduated from high-school and one of his college notebooks that has a few empty pages at the end. Maybe writing a letter will help him forget.

14th Gamelion, 2745

Kara,
Do you believe in “love at first sight?” I always thought it was a cheap rhetorical device, used to sell mediocre novels and bad movies. And then you opened the door.

You would laugh if I told you that you looked like the princess from a fairytale, shining in the lamplight. Hair as bright as gold, lips as red as pomegranates, eyes as clear as water and as warm as the sun. I would say all that and more, to hear your laughter again.

I want to know if your skin is as soft as it looks; I want to feel that pulse in your throat against my lips. I never understood how men could destroy themselves for love but if you asked me, I would die for you. If you asked me, I would kill for you.

I want to drown in you; I cannot breathe without you. When you kissed Zak, I wished he were not my brother.

I have taken a posting on Aerilon. We won't see each other again.

Lee

***

Kara’s mail is usually composed of reminders of unpaid bills; that’s why she rips open the thin cream envelope addressed in an unfamiliar handwriting.

14th Gamelion, 2745

Dear Kara:
It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for a lovely dinner.
Regards,
Lee

The water in the vase is turning green and the stems are slimy when she throws them in the bin. She washes her hands, and notices the note from Lee on the counter. With a shrug, she throws it into the bin on top of the dead flowers he brought.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Nice juxtaposition. Wow. So like Lee to write a thank you note. Gods, the man just never says what he feels. *hugs leland*

This makes my heart hurt.

Broken Part 1

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Kara Thrace walks back into her apartment cradling her newly cast hand. When she sees Lee sitting on the couch reading the sports section, heat rises in her cheeks. If he’s reading the sports section, he’s just killing time, waiting for her.

“Glad you’re back.” The paper drops to the beat up as he stands, straightens his pants and pivots towards her.

“Yeah, you didn’t have to stay.”

“I wanted to make sure…”

“I’m fine, Lee.” She snaps at him. She jams her hands onto her hips, forgetting one is broken. Nearly bites through her lips as pain shoots up her right arm.

He looks past her to the kitchen. Not giving her the satisfaction of mocking his pity. “I’m going to get something to eat. Want something?”

“Whatever.” She shrugs. She‘s distracted by the mess left at the table. Books and papers, Lee’s book and papers all over the floor, make her wince again.

She hears his distinct cadence up the stairs. He pauses longer on the left foot than the right. It’s more obvious when he’s in hurry or upset. But the door closes almost gently behind him. Which confuses her.

Across the tale she sees the divot in the wall. Where she broke her hand. Good one, Thrace. Now you’re going to have to talk about why writing a letter to your dead mother made you slam your fist through a wall.

Shame sets in once she’s alone. She should clean up the mess. Physical one. Reaching the dining table, Kara is stopped by a yellow mailer in the middle of Lee’s pages. It’s hard to open with only one good hand, but she wiggles the folded letter out and smoothes it against the grain of the table.

Dear Mrs. Thrace,

Normally Kara would be the one to write you this, but she’s having a hard time lately. I mustered out at the end of the summer and started law school. I think she’s afraid I’ll discover we have nothing in common but flying. I know she’s wrong. I didn’t even know she was a pilot when I met her just that she was beautiful and funny. I do know that she turned down a posting on a Battlestar to stay at the Academy teaching so we could stay close. I’m not supposed to know that, but she left the transfer paper work on her desk. (I peaked.)

Her therapist assigned this letter to her because he thinks she has things she needs to tell you. She doesn’t talk much about her childhood. I know it was rough. I’m proud of her everyday for making it through. I do my best to make sure she’s as happy as she can let herself. She deserves to be happy. To love and be loved. I’m sorry that you didn’t believe that was true. Kara Thrace deserves to be loved. You really missed out on knowing the wonderful, resilient woman has grown-up to be.

Re: Broken Part 2

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

She can’t read the rest of the letter because all she can think is how she yelled at Lee for offering to drive her to the hospital and stomped off to go on her own. The least he could be is angry, but no, he had to go and write this stupid sweet letter.

Balling it up, she throws it as hard as she can at that godsdamned spot in the wall. It’s not heavy enough and tumbles off the far side of the table. Watching it fall, she thinks Lee will be upset if he finds what she did with his note. She drops to her knees and begins to crawl after the balled up page, forgetting her hand just long enough to bear her weight on it. She gasps at the sharp stabbing in her arm, but the tears are all for Lee’s words. The ones she can’t live up to.

“I got noodles. Quickest, you know!” Lee calls from the top of the stairs. When there’s no answer he calls again. “Kara!”

She’s still under the table. Tears drying to her face. Her hand hurting so much that she’s afraid to move from the floor. She stares, guilt filling cloudy hazel eyes, at the crumpled letter half way to the wall.

Without a word, Lee joins her under the table. Unwrapping chop sticks and stirring the noodles. Kara doesn’t look at him but smiles down at her food. Carrots and tiny corn cobs. He always remembers.

They’re nearly done eating when she begins to mumble. “Won’t even be able to fly the frakking Sims. Frakking hand. Frakking doctor. Frakking letter.” Try as she might, it’s not anger that bubbling over but tears she’s hoped to hid. Taking a breath she thinks she can keep it in, but her mouth is opening, the last words drop out. “Frakking Mama. I hate her. I frakking hate her, Lee.”

“I know.” He whispers. He pulls her into his chest rubs her shoulders and neck as she sobs into his shirt. “I know.”

Of All the Gin Joints (pt 1)

[reginaspina.livejournal.com]

Ok, this is part of my crazy "Casablanca" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casablanca_%28film%29)/BSG crossover that was inspired by workerbee73's devotion to old movies and their parallels to BSG. So without further ado!

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It was a long night at Kara’s Café Capricain.

First there was the matter of Signor Baltar and the Map to Earth, the map he stowed in Kara’s piano just before the Cylons spotted him. Kara had the devil of a time convincing Major Cavil that she had no idea what he was talking about after they dragged Baltar away. The map, of course, is now resting in her safe.

But that was by far not the worst thing that happened this evening. That honor was reserved for the moment when he walked in, just behind Laura Roslin, who started asking all manner of questions about maps to Earth, as if Kara would automatically hand over the map (assuming she had it).

“I heard certain things about you, Captain Thrace,” Laura Roslin said. “Things that lead me to believe you wouldn’t want the map to Earth to fall into the hands of the Cylons. Like the time you found the Arrow of Apollo and blew up the Cylon breeding farm on Caprica.”

“I’m not a Captain any more,” Kara replied. “And the rumors of my past are greatly exaggerated.”

Lee opened his mouth for the first time and a part of Kara wondered what he was going to say, what excuses he could possibly offer for what he'd done to her. “Kara, please …” His eyes were huge and blue and Kara remembered their long-ago effect on her.

She put her hand up, to stop him. “No,” she said. “I’ll have to ask you both to leave my establishment.”

“If you change your mind,” Roslin said, always getting the last word in, “we’re staying at The Striped Tabby.”

Kara took a vicious joy in the idea that Lampkin would fleece them of every penny they had.

And then, to put the crowning touch on the evening, just as Roslin was leaving, Sam decided to get up and sing the “Colonial Anthem” in an ill-timed act of defiance in front of the assembled Cylon powers-that-be. Of course Roslin and Lee joined in the song, and Cavil’s attention shifted to them. Now it was the turn of Ellen Tigh, head of the human police force, to persuade Cavil not to close the Café Capricain down and have all its current denizens shot on suspicion of treason. (Ellen, of course, had a vested interest in the Café, since Kara had the purest moonshine on New Caprica.)

And the cherry on this ice-cream sundae of pain is that Kara’s fairly sure Sam threw up all over the taxi she’d managed to find for him, so she's going to have to fork over a couple hundred cubits to the driver for cleaning up the mess.

***

Helo’s still plinking away at the piano, not quite making a tune, and Kara growls at him, “Play it, Karl. You played it for him, you can play it for me. If he can stand it, I can stand it.”

She pours herself a drink as Helo plays the first tremulous chords. “There must be someway out of here/Said the joker to the thief…” Helo sings, sotto voce.

Kara downs her drink and pours herself another one before she pulls out the tattered piece of paper, and loses herself in the remembrance of Delphi and Lee when they were young and in love.

***

Of all the Gin Joints (Pt. 2)

[reginaspina.livejournal.com]

Two years earlier …

“The Cylons will be here any minute now,” Helo says. “Don’t forget you have a price on your head.”

Lee looks worried (which is something of a default expression for him), but Kara shrugs it off. “I left a note in my apartment. They’ll know where to find me.”

“This isn’t a time for jokes, boss,” Helo says with a warning look. And he’s right, Kara doesn’t really want to meet Six or Leoben again.

“OK,” she says. “We’ll meet at the airfield in …” she looks at her watch. “Two hours? That should give us enough time to get a Raptor tanked up. I’ll pick you up at your apartment in forty-five minutes, Lee.”

Lee shifts uneasily, his worried look replaced by something that looks more like indigestion.

“What’s wrong?”

“No,” Lee says. “Not my apartment. I’ll meet you at the airfield. I have … some stuff to do. Before we go.”

Suddenly, Lee’s eyes grow moist and he swallows. “Kara,” he says, “I love you so much, and I hate this crazy war so much. If anything should happen … if anything should keep us apart, where they put you, where I’ll be …” Lee stops. “Kiss me, Kara. Kiss me like it’s the last time.”

Helo looks like he has indigestion now, but Kara ignores him in favor of kissing Lee like it’s the last time. And then a few more last times for good measure.

Fast forward to four hours later. It’s pouring rain at the airfield, which at least means the Cylons’ visibility is as frakked as their own. An hour ago, when there was no sign of Lee, Kara wondered if he’d been captured or hurt, and she sent Helo off to find out whatever he could.

And now here’s Helo, stumbling back with something in his hand.

“Where is he? Have you seen him?” Kara asks.

Helo shakes his head. “He wasn’t there. The doorman gave me this.” Helo hands over a rain-sodden note, the ink of her name already smeared.

Kara,

I can’t go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go my darling, and godsspeed.

Lee

***

The present:

“Of all the gin joints in all the planets in all the universe,” Kara says as Helo finishes the song, “he had to walk into mine.”

Re: Of all the Gin Joints (Pt. 2)

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

I confess, with much shame, that I have never actually seen Casablanca, but THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT OMG.

elegy

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

This comment!fic is very sad. By way of warning: this fic alludes to child abuse. Title from W.S. Merwin's poem of the same name, which reads, in its entirety: Who would I show it to

Zak,

So today's the day, I guess. I've haven't looked at a calendar all month. I didn't want to know when it came up, but this morning I rolled out of my rack and before my feet even hit the floor I just knew.

It's been a year since I talked to you. You know, I still remember calling you, the morning before you went off for training, but I don't remember what I said. Did I even tell you to be safe? I don't remember. I didn't, probably. It's not what brothers do, right? That's something your mother should say. Something your godsdamn father should say. It shouldn't have been me. I wish I had. Maybe it wouldn't even have made a frakking difference, but I wish I had.

When we were kids, you know, I always figured it was my job to make sure you were okay, to make sure that when she was having one of her days that you didn't say the wrong thing, that you didn't laugh too loudly. I always tried to stand in front of you when you did. And for the times when I couldn't, for the times you stubbornly insisted that it was your turn... I never said thank you for that.

I didn't deserve it, not then, and not now. For frak's sake, Zak, I almost frakked your fiance on your own godsdamned dinner table, and I wish to any god who'll hear it that I regretted it, but I don't, not really. That's the worst part. You're dead and I don't regret what I did. All those years of trying so hard to protect you, to keep you safe so you could be happy, so at least one of us could, all gone in a frakking minute, and one long year of hell later, I don't even regret the worst thing I ever did to you. I don't know what kind of person that makes me. I don't know if I want to know.

I regret not regretting it. Does that even make sense? If you were here, now, would you even see past your anger with me to try and understand what I mean when I say it? To understand that I feel guilty, that I know that I've sinned, and worse, against somebody I swore to protect, but godsdammit, if I had that moment back, brother, I'd do it all over again, and I'd hate myself, all over again, but I wouldn't regret that I know what it's like to kiss her. How could I ever? She's perfect. You knew that, right? Hell, how could you not? How could you love her and not know? How could anyone? I can't.

I'll never see her again. Your jackass of a girlfriend-stealing brother can promise you that much, at least. It'd take the end of the frakking universe to even get me on a ship with her. Maybe more. She's with him, she's on his ship. Galactica.

Gods, I miss you. I miss you so much that sometimes I hate you, and then I realize how horrible that is and I hate myself just a little more.

But how the frak could you just leave me like this, Zak? Who else will make sense of my frakking life? Who else is ever going to frakking understand enough about me to try? Who else would ever even frakking know? You and me, we didn't even talk about it, and I would never tell anybody else about everything we went through, but you and me, we knew each other. We knew where we'd been. Sometimes I wish all those memories could have just died with you. I can't carry them alone.

I wish I were writing this with half a bottle of ambrosia already finished. I'd love to be smashed out of my frakking mind right now. Part of me would love to be that way forever. I guess whatever pride I've got left won't let me.

For all the things I've done, for all the things I didn't do, for all the regret I don't feel, for all the guilt that I do, Zak: there will never be a moment when I don't wish it had been me instead of you.

I love you.

Lee

--

He hesitates only a moment before he flicks his thumb against the lighter. His words, a year's worth of sorrow, dissolve in the flame in less than a minute. It suits them, he thinks. Nothing lasts.

Re: elegy

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

This really speaks to me. It's exactly what I could have added to my very latest chapter of Chasing the Dragon. Just add two years.

It breaks my heart but sounds just like Lee. <3

Beautiful.

Finding a Way

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

There were only so many times he could stare at her picture before he knew he'd have to hang it up. He didn't know how. There were too many things he hadn't told her, so much wasted time between their passion and her death.

So, he takes an old supply sheet, nothing anyone needs and turns it over. He scribbles out the notes on the back and just writes - has to tell somebody, some god that he doesn't believe in but she did. Then maybe he'll hang the picture.

Kara,

You'd laugh if you knew how many times I think about you. You'd say, c'mon Lee, lighten up, have a drink, you never know when your time will be up. Yeah. It's true. You never know.

There are a few things I do know. I know that I loved you. But you knew that. I know I should have done things differently. I know that I miss you every day and don't know what it's ever going to feel like to get used to it.

I wish we had more time together and I wish I would have told you how important you were to me. I hope you knew.

I know I hate that memorial wall. I hate that I told you I trusted you over DRADIS any day. I was wrong and so were you and part of me can't really get past that. Maybe that's why I don't hang your picture. Maybe I just need to carry you around in my pocket, like somehow you might really disappear if I leave you in that place.

I know I have to.

He stops. He crumples the letter then tears it into a hundred pieces and throws it in the garbage.

He slides her picture back into his pocket.

Re: Finding a Way

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

*hugs Lee*

This just makes me so sad! I can see why Lee couldn't move past her death because they had so much unfinished business.

Great job, bb!

[apollosspear.livejournal.com]

Dear Kara,

Sometimes, like right now, I wish you had never brought us to this earth. I wish that you never listened to your gut like you always did, and pulled those coordinates out of thin air and saved us all. I add these to the long list of regrets and sins that I will pay for in the afterlife.

I wish Zak had never died. I wish that the frakking cylons had never destroyed the twelve worlds. I wish I had never married Dee, or you ever met Sam.

I wish I had met you first. I wish we could have dated and I could take you to some disgustingly expensive restaurant where you would have been incredibly uncomfortable. I would have loved you even more as you would have fidgeted thinking you didn’t fit in, when in reality you would have blown everyone away with your beauty and hypnotizing vitality.

I wish you would have gotten me back by trouncing me in front of your friends at pyramid and taunting me as you literally took my shirt in triad, and making me walk home beside the car as you laughed at my nakedness. I wish I would have healed you just as much as you would have healed me. I wish my mother would have loved you for making me happy for once in my life.

I wish I would have surprised you with a candle light dinner one night after you came home from the base and I had taken the day off from the law firm. I wish we would have laughed at funny stories as we ate and you didn’t notice how nervous I was until I pulled out a tiny black velvet box and got down on one knee. I wish I could have wiped away the tear that rolled down your cheek as I asked you to marry me with a small diamond ring that wouldn’t get in the way when you put your flight gloves on.

I wish we would have made love without talking until you finally whispered yes.

I wish I could have swallowed my anger as I invited my father to the traditional ceremony. I wish we would have danced in front of our friends and family, me in my tux and you in that incredible blue dress.

I wish we would have spent a week on the beaches of Leonis for our honeymoon. I wish that a few years later I found you staring at a plastic stick with a weird grin on your face, and when you showed it to me it had a plus sign.

I wish that you would have been cranky as you swelled with our child and refused to believe me when I told you that you grew more and more beautiful each day. I wish we would have agreed to name our son Joseph Dreilde Adama.

I wish I could have talked you out of that frakking storm.

I wish you hadn’t disappeared in that stupid field.

I wish you were with me in this cave on this stupid planet that means nothing without you here to share it with.

I hope you are waiting for me on the other side.

I wish that when we see each other again that we get it right.

I love you Kara Thrace,

Lee.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I love the last lines. I feel exactly the same way, Lee. *huggles him*

[amaliak.livejournal.com]

She tucked the letter into the bottom of his drawer, carefully, arranging his socks over it.

Things were good. Two years of marriage, and things are surprisingly good. But Lee was hinting at children. And she knew that was going to be a problem. It would come to a head, and she wasn't sure what would happen then.

He needed to know.

Even if she couldn't tell him.

**end**

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

That sounds like our Kara! This made me smile.

cuz we're, like, in high school

[amaliak.livejournal.com]

Lee was scribbling notes at his desk, not terribly immersed in the lecture from the professor, but he was doing his best to stay awake.
Suddenly, a folded slip dropped on his page, startling him. He glanced around him quickly, but knew there was only one person this could have come from.

He carefully opened it on his desk.



He nearly laughed. He and Kara had gotten into another fight earlier that day before school, and he'd stormed off in a huff, ignoring her parting shots. Nothing terribly different from other fights that they had.

As quietly as he could, he tore off a corner of his note pad.



He tossed it over to her desk, two behind him in and to his left, and pretended to go back to the lecture.

Soon enough, another folded note landed on his desk.



He genuinely smiled and didn't hesitate for a moment.




****END***

before the LJ shut down!! gah!!!

cheers.
--Lex

Re: cuz we're, like, in high school

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I love this sooo much! LOVE LOVE LOVE!

[koolaidmom11.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ you guys are all FRAKKIN MAUDLIN. It started out so FUN and now I'm all angsty. You're KILLING ME HERE. CRACK PLEASE!!!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

LOL. SSWA!

Happy Honeymoon

[amaliak.livejournal.com]

Re: Happy Honeymoon

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Apollo in nothing but a...

We're renting a boat today...

Damn, Kara always steals the show. FANTASTIC. (And the front of the card is genius). I think I love you. <3

Pre-mini (Better late than never!)

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Kara,

I can't believe Zak's already been gone a year. I wish you'd return my calls.

I think I'd feel better if I had anyone else to remember Zak with. Don't you dare suggest my parents, either. I haven't seen the Commander since the funeral and I can't even mention Zak's name without Mom going on a bender.

I miss him so much, Kara. And I miss the 3 Musketeers. Late nights at your apartment, drinking and talking politics and watching bad movies. I miss the way he grounded me. I wasn't Adama's son or Lieutenant Adama - I was just his big brother. Just Lee. I miss the way he used the word irregardless, no matter how many times I told him it was redundant, at best. I miss having someone to help me take care of Mom...

I'm not gonna' lie, Kara. I miss you. I know we swore we'd never bring up that night, but as time passes, it's all I can think about. I sometimes ask myself how much time has to pass before it's OK for us to... Am I a bad brother for wanting what he can't have? I do, you know. Want you, that is. And unless I've fabricated these drunken memories I cling to, I'm pretty sure it was you who made a move on ME that night.

I knew the moment you showed up at the bar without him that night that I'd make a move on you. I could always fall back on the amount of liquor we'd been drinking if you balked. I never expected you to come on to me. The weird part is, even though I fully planned on trying to kiss you on the dance floor later, when you casually put your hand on my upper thigh like I wasn't your fiancé's brother (or like you didn't have a fiancé), I was angry that you'd cheat on him. That's frakked up, isn't it? It would have been OK if I'd started it...

Do you remember that night? How we touched too often and flirted openly in the crowded bar? I think Helo took you aside at one point, because some of Zak's classmates were in the bar. All I know is, one minute your hand is on my leg, and the next, you were pulling me out the back door of the bar. I can still picture you, tinted bronze by the arc sodium floodlights in the alleyway. That sounds corny, but it's how I remember you. Gods, you were beautiful.

I didn't mean for things to go as far as they did. I suppose that's why you still won't return my calls a year later. Sure, I meant to kiss you and try to leave an impression, but I never meant to be "the other man" to my own brother. I wonder if he knows now, wherever he is? I hope he can forgive me. The last thing I thought I was capable of was frakking my brother's fiancée against an alley wall, outside of the bar the three of us hung out at...

You make me do things I never thought I could do. That scares the hell out me, but I can't get you out of my head, either. Kara, please, I need to see you. I'll be back on Caprica for a tactical symposium next month. Maybe we can meet for drinks?

I miss you so much it hurts. You, and Zak, and the three of us hanging out like I wasn't in love with his fiancée. Because I was. I am.

Please, Kara. Don't ignore me forever.

Love,
Lee

Re: Pre-mini (Better late than never!)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. Dirty and full of regret and longing. My favorite kinda fic. :D:D

Nice job, bb!

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

How did I miss this goodness before? But hey that's why we have the Catalogue right? To find stuff we miss, and save stuff like this for posterity. :)

Lee and Kara are both still innocent but you can feel some of the weight of the world weighing on them a bit.

Too many funny lines to pick any out, but you both are a riot hehe.

I liked how Lee told Kara that his mom takes out stuff on him too. Like the show it's vague exactly what he means, so it feels right. Like how Kara pushes him away, but Lee doesn't let her get away with it.

Just awesome. :)