DPP: A Day in the Sun

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Hi, all! Sorry this wasn't up earlier today, but I'm staying at my grandfather's condo near the beach and have so far been pretty lazy on my mini vacation. Which got me thinking...if AU Kara and Lee had some vacation time coming (and, okay, were maybe forced to take said time), where would they go, when would they go (summer, winter?), and what would they do?

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I choose to answer this question in the form of fanfiction:

1. The Beach (Artemis Rising, by stars-like-dust):

She glowers, all the way out of the shop, down along the beach, and down to the water. It isn’t until he’s selected a suitable patch of sand – not too wet, not too dry – for his castle and has sat down to fill his bucket that she gives a long sigh and sits down beside him.

“So,” she says, waving her shovel in his face. “How exactly is this done, Adama?”

“You’ve never made a sand castle?”

“No.”

“How is that even possible?”

“I guess I never went to the beach when I was a kid.” She shrugs, and dumps a load of sand into her bucket.

“You missed a fundamental part of your childhood, then,” he tells her, and something flickers across Kara’s face, raw and open and painful, and she digs her shovel into the sand with a little more force than Lee thinks is necessary.

“Uh,” she starts, then pauses, and Lee feels terrible, so he flicks a handful of wet sand at her. “Lee!”

“What?” he asks innocently, and picks up her pink shovel.

“Oh, frak you!”

There may be many things Lee doesn’t know about Kara Thrace, but there are a few he does, so he’s ready with his return attack when the contents of her bucket fly at him.

2. The Museum (Wet Hot Caprican Summer, by Lint)

They have art here.

Lots of it.

So much that she ends up being the one dragging Lee around because she can't wait for what she'll see next. He doesn't complain. He's hardly said anything at all. But there's this odd look of satisfaction about him. She makes a note to herself that somehow she'll have to knock him off that pedestal when the time comes.

It's also blissfully air-conditioned inside.

There are many things here about the gods, and exile, and the rebirth of man and their society. Kara knows all the stories. She'd first read the scriptures when she was seven, and has several more times since. She believes as much as girl who has seen all she's seen, felt all the pain she's felt, can believe.

Lee doesn't seem the type to be impressed by beings larger than he. He's more realistic, more methodical. He wants reasons and rules and answers....

"Lee?" she asks. "I know it was your idea to come here but, do you believe in any of this?"

His answer is very calm, very cool, and very Lee.

"I don't know what I believe," he says.

3. Outdoor ice ponds (The Cutting Edge, by Taragel)

The large frozen pond gleamed in the winter sunlight, and the tall snow-topped pines ringing it in a semi-circle made it look like something out of one of those old-timey postcards. She beamed at Lee. “It’s not as fancy as your digs, but it’s got a hell of a view.”

Lee was staring, his mouth parted slightly as if in surprise. He seemed almost frozen in place and the look on his face seemed dazed, as if he wasn’t quite all there suddenly. Kara raised an eyebrow. If she had to choose, the pond was probably her favorite place on God’s green earth, but Lee’s reaction to it was still a bit overwhelming. “Lee?”

He blinked and his mouth closed, and he turned to her, shaking his head a little as if to clear it, and smiled with some embarrassment. “I haven’t seen a pond like this since I was a little kid.”

She grinned and walked a few steps over to a stone bench to sit down, taking her skates from around her neck and loosening the laces. “Yeah? The ice prince deigned to skate with the peasants once upon a time, huh?”

He rolled his eyes a little as he walked over and plunked down next to her. “Actually, I’ll have you know that I come from hearty peasant stock. Half of me anyway.” He turned to face Kara’s questioning eyes, lifting his own skates from where they hung, laces knotted together, around his neck. “My grandparents—my mother’s parents—were farmers from Wisconsin. They had a pond just about this size on their land.”

Lee inhaled deeply, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his mouth with the memory. “That’s where I learned to skate, actually. My mother used to take my hands and tell me to stand on her skates and she’d pull me around the ice. God, I loved it. I never wanted to stop.”