Title : Break
Author : Helen C.
Rating : PG-13 for violence
Summary : He should have known then and there that it would all end with a stupid attempt at taking over the ship.
Spoilers : Everything aired so far (up to 3x11) is fair game.
Pairings : Lee/Dee, glimpses of Lee/Kara, but the pairings aren't the point of the story.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Ronald D. Moore and Universal Television Studios to name but a few. No money is being made. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN. Huge thanks to my beta, Joey, who gave this a look even though BSG is not her fandom of choice.
Break
Helen C.
Teaser
"Major Lee Adama, CAG, Battlestar Galactica," he drones out, his voice hoarse.
He expects the blow that follows, braces for it, but they've been at this for—is it an hour? Two? Six? It sure feels like an eternity—and it doesn't really matter where they hit anymore. Every blow just seems to land on an already forming bruise, no matter what.
He grunts involuntarily, his arm pulling at the restraints, grimacing as they bite into the raw skin of his wrists.
He knows it's useless.
These guys are amateurs, but they know enough to use strong bonds.
Frak.
He hears someone talking, almost against his ear, can't quite make out the words.
"Major Lee Adama, CAG, Battlestar Galactica," Lee says.
He doesn't even hear their questions anymore—at this point, they could be asking how he's doing and what he wants for dinner, and he'd still answer the same thing.
Rank. Name. Assignment.
He can't even think about anything else at this point.
Can't see anything, can't really hear very well anymore.
How hard did they hit him in the face? How many times? Does he have a concussion already, or is he just merely exhausted?
"Major Lee Adama, CAG, Battlestar Galactica."
This time, when the blow comes, it brings darkness, and Lee allows himself to fall.
TBC