This fic is dedicated to those SO over the Lee/Dee thing!
A couple of things: a) I don't own anything BSG, b) I'm not benefitting financially, c) comments are welcome.
ENJOY!
RUNAWAY BRIDE(GROOM):
A BSG FIC
What should have happened on Lee & Dee's wedding day...
Helo shot a worried look at his commanding officer. He seemed dazed and confused–not a good sign. "Are you okay, Sir?"
She said she's not married anymore...
"I'm fine!" Lee responded sharply, then contritely added, "Sorry, Helo. Must be pre-wedding jitters."
She said she's not married to Sam anymore...Gods! Their timing was nothing, if not consistent–always rotten.
"We've got about ten minutes, so let's go through the checklist."
She said she cared for me, even though I belonged to someone else...
"Ring," Helo hold up the gold band, the one that had once belonged to Lee's mother when she had been married to the Admiral. "Check."
I don't belong to anybody else...I belong to her...
"Clean uniform, check"
I should have said that..."I belong to you..." But no, I'm Lee. Good old responsible Lee...
"Wedding vow cheat-sheet, check"
Who was too scared tell his brother he loved his fiancee, and had since the first day he met her...
"Shined shoes, check."
Who was too full of guilt to pursue her after Zak's death...
"Uniform gloves, check."
Who was too much of a coward prevent Baltar from cutting in during their Colonial Day dance...
"Fly zipped, check."
And who called her a slut afterword...
Helo continued to rattle off, Lee hardly listening at all.
Gods, I shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have hit her back. Then, she wouldn't have gone back to Caprica, and would have never met Samuel frakking Anders...
"Sir?"
Lee realized Helo had been talking directly to him for the past two minutes, with no response from him.
"Sir, are you sure you're okay?"
Lee looked at him–through him. Then, suddenly, he burst out "I've gotta go to the head. I'll be back." He quickly strode out of the room, pursued by his personal demons.
Helo sighed. I had a feeling this would happen. He had stepped out of the wardroom for about fifteen minutes to check up on the ceremonial preparations in the observation deck, and was delayed by a nervous Dee. He had assured her that Lee was fine, that his recent coldness was just nerves, and that she only had to wait a few more minutes before he claimed her as his bride. Looking back, her womanly instincts must have been kicking in at that moment, because when he returned to the wardroom, Kara had almost knocked him over running out the hatch, leaving the shell-shocked Commander in her wake.
Maybe I should have followed him. I should check up on him right now. Helo didn't relish the idea of interrupting what would be the man's last peaceful moment of the day. Maybe I'll give him five minutes.
But deep inside, his instincts pricked at him. Crap! What was he going to tell the Admiral? The Admiral would understand. He always does when it comes Apollo and Kara. It was the talk with Dee that he didn't look forward to–he could see an ugly scene brewing between him and the irate would-be bride. To nobody in particular, he muttered, "Heliopolis, we have a problem..."
TBC
