#4 - Last - Expanded
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It had been a wearying day. But then again, how many of them hadn't since the end of the worlds?
People had said they were glad things slowed down after the five days of constant cylons attacks were over, but for Lee they hadn't gotten any less busy. Or stressful. Actually he'd found the attacks every thirty-three minutes rather soothing in a way, truth be told. At least then he'd known what to do and had done it, mostly on instinct.
Now he was stuck in a job he didn't really fit into, wasn't quite sure how to perform and quite frankly didn't want. He'd never told anyone but he really didn't want to be doing this anymore. His dislike of the military and of following in his father's footsteps had overridden his joy in flying, and he'd been preparing to resign ... before circumstances went and changed his life.
In some ways he couldn't complain though - he had Kara, and though she'd teased him about the job, she'd helped him immeasurably with understanding Galactica's pilots, whom he didn't know, and with getting them to obey his orders. In fact, she'd been working as hard as he had these past weeks, and it showed in the taut way she held her body and the lines of strain on her face. The face which only appeared calm and peaceful in slumber.
Every night before closing his eyes, he looked across the room to her bunk, comforted by her presence and glad that she could find some peace - even if it was only in dreams.
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