DPP: Just call him Mom
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no_takebacksHappy Mother's Day! Instead of the usual discussions of mother-child relations or kid fic, I though it might be fun to prompt something different today. We've discussed before how pilots act like Mom and Dad to the nuggets often...and invariably someone will point out that, of course, Lee is the mom in that scenario. ;) So the prompt is: Kara teases Lee about being Mom. maybe she even gives him a Mother's day gift. ;) or go crazy with any Mother's day hijinx you choose!
(sorry no pics today- am posting from my phone)
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Date: 2011-05-08 11:14 pm (UTC)The first strange thing to happen is that Hotdog drops a pair of socks onto his mattress as he heads out on CAP, just as Lee is lying down for some serious rack time. He calls out to Hotdog, but gets no reply from beyond the hatch, and he shoves the socks underneath his pillow. If Hotdog was careless enough to drop them in the first place, he can't care that much about them, and socks are a scarce commodity these days.
When his alarm goes off he opens his eyes, just like he does every day. He's alone in the bunkroom save for Kat, who is stood at her locker trying to get her hair to stay in her ponytail. She smiles at him as he moves alongside her, opening his own locker and reaching for his wash-kit.
“Morning sir.”
“Morning Kat.” He sighs, and groans a little when he realises that he's finally run out of toothpaste. They need to get to Earth. Yesterday.
A flash of white in the corner of his eye has him turning, and Kat's still stood there, offering him a small grey tube, with a smile on her face that's so sweet that he's not sure he trusts it. But he takes the tube anyway, thanks her with a smile and a nod. She nods herself and then walks straight out of the room, like that was what she had been waiting for in the first place.
Buster runs every morning after breakfast, and Lee usually passes by him in the corridors on his way to CIC, today is no exception. Except that it is, because when he sees him approaching Buster slows down and digs something out of his pocket, pressing it into Lee's hand and patting him on the back as he moves past him.
When Lee looks down at his palm and sees what he has grasped there, he laughs out loud a little. It's a space-pop. A lollipop with space dust inside, he hasn't seen one since he was a kid. He wonders where the hell Buster got it. And then he wonders why he gave it to him.
All day it's like this, his normal routine disrupted by his pilots coming up to him or stopping him in hallways to just hand him things like it's completely normal. By the time he gets back to the senior officer's quarters after his shift, dinner, the gym and the head, he's practically buckling under the weight of everything he's been given.
He lays it all down on his rack, side by side, and tries to discern some kind of pattern. There is none. All kinds of treasures lay glinting before him, some which relate to each other, some that don't. A paperback novel from Racetrack, a small leather bound notebook with the first five pages torn out of it from Duck, two shiny new razor blades from Fireball, who's too young to shave anyway, and a myriad of other precious and hard to come by items all turned over to him without a word or any sign of reluctance.
Nothing about this day makes sense.
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Date: 2011-05-08 11:15 pm (UTC)Until he catches Kara's eye from across the room where she's spread out on her rack, smiling at him serenely and smoking a cigar.
“You.” He points his finger at her, suddenly understanding the mysterious force that was so obviously behind all of this generosity.
She grins and cocks her head in question. Me? “You are behind this, tell me what's going on.” He demands, and she shakes her head like she has no idea what he's talking about.
“I have no idea what you're talking about Lee.” She drawls through her barely disguised glee, gods she's annoying.
“Kara,” he starts, moving closer to her, keeping his voice low, “did you threaten the pilots into giving me all their stuff for your amusement? Because that's really harsh, even for you, and I'm not accepting any of it.”
She looks at him like he's absolutely crazy, and like she adores him both at once, and he's startled into standing back. She pushes herself to her feet and digs underneath her mattress, dragging out the thing she was looking for and handing it over to him. It's a small tin case, very thin, very light, and he knows exactly what's inside it.
He never really cared for cigarettes, and cigars have always kind of been her thing. But he told her once, way back before the worlds ended, about how his grandfather used to smoke cigarillos, thin and hand-rolled. They smelled like paper burning and dried grass and winter nights. He always thought that if he was going to smoke anything, and back before the war began he had been a pretty clean living kind of guy, it would be those.
He gazes at her as he takes the box in hand, and she shrugs one shoulder, like it barely even registers that she's doing this for him.
“I still don't get it.” He says quietly, more to himself than to her, staring down at the tin in his hands with something akin to wonder.
“Today is- would have been – back in the colonies, you know- well it would have been the vernal equinox.” She's picking at the mattress of the top bunk, not really looking at him as she talks. “The day of Gaia.”
“And?” He asks, because it makes no more sense to him now than it did a moment ago. She huffs and rolls her eyes like she's pissed off that he doesn't just get it.
“And, some of the pilots and I thought it would be, you know, a nice thing, if we all gave you something, to like say thanks for basically mothering everyone to within an inch of their lives and making sure we stay alive and sane for the most part.”
He's stunned into complete silence for a minute. His eyes are wide, his mouth hanging slightly open, and his index finger is slowly tracing the ridges on his new tin where the adhesive of the label has been worn over time. He has no idea what to say.
“Thank you.” He finally settles on, swallowing thickly. And she rolls her eyes again and punches him in the shoulder, a little too hard.
“Gods Lee, don't cry about it. It's just a little joke among jocks.” She crawls back into her rack. “And don't smoke those all at once, they were not easy to find.” she tells him briskly as she turns over to face the wall, getting herself comfortable enough to catch some sleep.
“Ok.” He smiles as he crosses back to his own bunk and flops down onto it, holding the tin above his face and examining it carefully. He grins a little and looks back over at her, shifting underneath the covers, seeking out that perfect spot. “Mom.”
She snorts and absently gives him the finger over the back of her head.
He smiles himself to sleep.
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Date: 2011-05-08 11:40 pm (UTC)I love the way she presents it too, "basically mothering everyone to within an inch of their lives and making sure we stay alive and sane/a little joke among the jocks/don't smoke those all at once!" It's so very Kara! <3
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:41 am (UTC)Your icon is way cool btw!
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:45 am (UTC)I like begrudgingly adoring Kara! <3
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:54 am (UTC)I like all the versions of Kara, let's not pretend like it's just the one <3
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Date: 2011-05-08 11:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for this fic. It made my afternoon! :>D K
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:43 am (UTC)Thank you for your comment, it made my 1 am :)
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:47 am (UTC)Glad you liked it :) I think he is in need of pilot love a lot of the time.
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:18 am (UTC)The CAG surely needed a little appreciation. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:48 am (UTC)...Or, thank you for your comment :)
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Date: 2011-05-10 01:27 pm (UTC)Comment!Fic: Creative Dispute Resolution FTW
Date: 2011-05-08 11:29 pm (UTC)Kara raised an eyebrow. "Did we not have this conversation just last week? You need a refresher already, Lee?" She shook her head and leaned closer till they were nose to nose. "I am the flight instructor, sir." She shifted, as if to punctuate the sentence. "My word is--"
Lee's eyes fluttered shut for a second and he covered her mouth with one hand. "Enough, lieutenant." He opened his eyes and tried to glare at her, but Kara sunk her teeth into the soft pad of flesh under his thumb, not deep, but enough to make his nostrils flare and he pulled his hand away and gripped her biceps. "I'm just saying," he breathed out, "they're a good group.
"Yeah and if I'm going to make viper jocks out of them, I can't be wiping their asses, Lee." She clutched his shoulders, fingertips digging hard enough to bruise. "We're the best of the best and I'm sorry, but I'm not letting anyone through who isn't fit to wear the wings." She exhaled loudly, shifted again, and caught her lower lip between her teeth.
Lee took another deep breath. "Gods, sometimes you remind me," he paused, swallowing hard as she moved, "so damn much of my father."
Kara froze, her eyes going wide, and then her lips twisted into a smirk. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his bare chest, fingers pinching his nipples as she rocked down hard on his cock, her thighs slapping punishingly against his hips. "Well, that's just what a girl wants to hear when she's frakking the brains out of a guy. How much she reminds him of his dad. Real sexy, Lee."
He groaned and arched under her, his hands slithering down and curving around Kara's hips to hold her tight against him as he bucked up into her again. The rational point Lee had been making faded a little as pleasure rippled through his body.
Five days with Kara and Lee feared he was turning into a bit of a sex addict. They were supposed to be meeting about nugget evaluations right now. But, like usual--or ever since she'd managed to make it back from that moon and they'd decided life was too short to keep dancing around this, anyway--the minute she'd stepped into his office and dogged the hatch behind her they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. He'd pay for it tomorrow because this desk of his was bruising the hell out of his back, but right now he didn't much care. Lee decided he didn't really give a frak about the nuggets' training for the next few minutes either and pulled Kara down to him, covering her mouth with his and putting an end to any further conversation. Grunts and moans and names sighed in pleasure were the only sounds in the small CAG's office for the next few moments.
They were laying there, sated and sweaty and still trying to catch their breath, when Kara finally spoke again. "Now what was that crack about me being just like your dad?" She asked pointedly. "Which sounds like a compliment if you ask me."
"Your expectations for these kids are just a little high, don't you think? They're all still getting used to the feel of a joystick in their hands. I'm not saying you should go easy on them with their training, but a few words of encouragement might go a long way, Kara."
She chuckled, her breath warm against his chest and she lifted her head, eyes dancing as she grinned at him. "Okay, Mom. You want to make them PB&Js and cut the crusts off 'em too? Hey, maybe you could pack a little love note into their lunchboxes before they suit up."
Kara was laughing, the words breaking up as she got more and more amused by her own wisecracks, and Lee just shook his head and gave up. He grabbed her, pinching her ass lightly, and Kara shrieked in his ear, fingers scrabbling at his ribs to tickle him. Lee tried to scoot out of the way, and suddenly they were rolling off the desk and falling with a thud to the floor, limbs tangled and laughing themselves breathless.
All in all, Lee thought it was a much better end to this argument than the previous week's.
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:47 am (UTC)Re: Comment!Fic: Creative Dispute Resolution FTW
Date: 2011-05-09 12:13 am (UTC)The most win part of it though, is how I literally had to do a double take once I realised that they were already getting it on, I was like, "oh...did I miss this?" and then scrolled back up. It was incredibly well done. I take my hat off to you sir! (these brackets were intended for the obligatory ma'am correction, but then I realised, this is battlestar, we don't do that! And I fell in love with this show all over again)
Also, Kara laughing too hard at her own jokes is so totally true.
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:49 am (UTC)I love Kara's laugh so much.
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:57 am (UTC)Oh man, her laugh, your icon! I love that scene so much.
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Date: 2011-05-09 01:17 am (UTC)The argument is great, the loving and laughing is great, but the best part was how you pulled our legs so that it took a while for us to realize what exactly they were doing. Well done,bb! :)
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Date: 2011-05-09 05:41 pm (UTC)Comment Fic
Date: 2011-05-09 01:57 am (UTC)The gods only know how she has done it, but there is pink and white streamers all over the place and the room looks like a baby shower, or what his nightmare version of a baby shower might be like. There are balloons – and where in hades has she dug them up from – and cards and pictures. Oh Lords the pictures, he has to burn the pictures. He is in a dress. He begins ripping them off the walls and they are everywhere. He scrabbles and falls over a giant bunny and he wonders when Kara lost her frakking mind, only to come up with an answer of she never had one to start with, milliseconds later.
“Aww Lee, don't you like your mother's day gifts?” He voice carries in the room and he looks in the direction only to realise that she is not alone, behind her are not only their 'children' but there are other crew members and the deck chief. Then there is a flash and all he can think is where did someone get that, but there is always a jester who carries a camera for just such an occasion and Lee can't even begin to decide on anger or embarrassment until he looks down and realises that these are not the underwear he went to bed in. Somehow in his rush to get the photos off the walls, he has failed to notice he is in womens underwear.
“There is no power in this unverse that is going to stop me from exactly retribution for this Lieutenant.”
Kara walks over to him and grins, half way to him she smiles wolfishly and turns to the crowd;
“Now children, mom and dad need a little one on one time together, there is nothing left to see here.” Lee turns puce with both embarrassment and shock as he stares at the shorter blonde in front of him. She turns as the crowd disperses, smiling as she walks.
“Don't think I won't get you back for this Kara.” it's a quiet reminder. But the anger is not there, now there is desire as an undercurrent to his words.
“Oh Apollina,” She grins off his look at her. “Don't you think I was already counting on that.”
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Date: 2011-05-09 02:13 am (UTC)The image of Lee tripping over a giant bunny is inexplicably hilarious to me. Very nice :)
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