Written for the Rewriting History meme prompt "Battlestar Galactica - Kara & Lee - Zak isn't dead" on LJ. No spoilers.
"So. Heard there was a little spat last night."
Kara looks up from her cooling cup of coffee to see . . . well, probably the second-to-last person she wants to see. Maybe third. He pulls out the chair across the table and she frowns.
"I don't remember asking you to join me, Captain."
"Good morning to you too. Married life not working out so well, then?"
"Who knew domestics could be so difficult?"
He chuckles. "I think quite a few people on the ship could have told you that."
She waves her spoon at him in annoyance. "No one bothered to mention it."
"So did you bite his head off or what? I hope so, it'd be an improvement."
"Not quite." She cracks a smile. Maybe she doesn't mind Lee as much as she claims. "I might have had the urge to shoot him, though."
"I think most of the barracks had that urge too," he notes. "That was some racket. You planning to drink that?" He indicates the coffee, which has been sitting untouched on the table between them for several minutes.
"Take it," she says, pushing the mug towards him.
"Mm. Thanks." He takes a long draw. "So where is the headless wonder now?"
She shrugs. "No idea. He was gone when I woke up." Absently she removes her ring and places it on the table, spinning it on its side. "Hangar deck, maybe. Or talking to your father."
"Right." Setting down the half-drunk coffee, he stands, his chair scraping against the metal flooring. "Be in the ready room in fifteen."
"Yes, sir."