Title:
Do They Know?
Author: laloveskt
Date: 11/24/2007
Rating: t
for angst/smut
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Spoilers: S3,
after 'Unfinished Business'
Disclaimer:
BSG belongs to Universal, SciFi Channel, and RDM. I am just
showing my love for this frakking awesome world.
Summary: Kara
and Lee try hard to convince themselves and others that nothing is
going on between them. But who knows the truth? Set after
'Unfinished Business'
Do They Know?
1. Cally Knows
Ever since their very public boxing match had ended with them using each other to stay standing; Kara and Lee had gotten very good at avoiding each other. They almost always worked opposite shifts, hoping that absence would make their hearts grow fonder for their spouses. If only they could convince themselves that there was nothing going on between them as well as they thought they had convinced others. The first to pick up on the inevitable collision course was Cally.
A quiet CAP for Starbuck was spiraling out of control, as raiders kept maneuvering quicker than she could lock the targets. Hearing the fight in the CIC, Lee tried to concentrate on his paperwork. "No need to worry, Kar…Starbuck will do just fine," thought Lee. While past close calls began flying through Lee's head as fast as Starbuck's viper was flying, he began unconsciously tapping his pen on the consul.
"This one just will not cooperate," came Starbuck's voice, echoing through the quiet CIC.
"You'd think it wants to live," remarked Hot Dog.
"Not on my watch…oh, frak," said Starbuck breathlessly.
Lee looked up hesitantly, careful to avoid eye contact with Dee.
"It's got me locked. Damn it," yelled Starbuck.
"This one's slippery," said Hot Dog.
Out of instinct, Lee walked over to Dee, asking to be put through to Starbuck. Ignoring the not so subtle glare from his wife, Lee grasped the headset, taking a deep breath in. "Starbuck, this is Galactica Actual."
"A little busy here, Actual," came the reply.
"Yes, I realize that. How about using our 'on fire' drill for this one?" Hearing silence as an answer, Lee almost began to repeat the command.
"You got it, Actual," said Starbuck hesitantly. "Stop, drop, and roll it is." Within seconds, Starbuck had killed her engines, dropped under the raider's path, and rolled out of the way as Hot Dog went in for the kill.
"Woo hoo," yelled Hot Dog.
"Thanks, Actual."
"Anytime, Starbuck."
After landing on the hanger deck, Cally climbed up Starbuck's ladder to take her helmet. "That was some fine flying as usual, Starbuck."
"Thanks, Cally." Starbuck began to walk away, but stopped, slowing turning around, asking "When's Apollo on?"
"His CAP begins next, Sir."
"Right, um…tell him I said…thanks for the tip."
"Will do, Sir," said the Specialist.
Walking over to do last minute checks on Apollo's viper, the Chief looked up at Cally. "What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing. It's nothing much…yet," answered Cally.
"That's right; nothing…and you are going to not make it anything."
Innocently batting her lashes, Cally smirked, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You and your theories could make a lot of trouble."
"Hey, I was right about Racetrack and Hot Dog," Cally retorted.
"Yeah, well your current thoughts could really do some damage."
"Or, quite possibly fix everything."
"Cally…"
"Yes, Galen?"
"Stop smiling and get back to work."
Cally responded with a "Yes, Sir!" and a mock salute, winking at her husband before walking away. Rolling his eyes toward the heavens, the Chief closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer to the Gods, "Lords of Kobol, please help us if she's right."
