Pairing: Lee/Kara with child, ensemble
Spoilers: Set around LDYB, but is pretty A/U
Disclaimers - C'mon. The way I write? Who'd pay me?
Summary: Life on New Caprica is interrupted by a Cylon invasion and no one leaves unscathed.
Karl poked his head through the flap of Kara and Thea’s quarters. “Knock, knock.”
Kara looked up from her sketch pad and smiled. It had only been a few days since they had been settled in what came to be called Dogville, but she already looked forward to the daily visits from Captain Agathon who, despite her initial cold reception, was determined to befriend her. He certainly made sure that the two of them had everything they needed to make themselves comfortable in their new home.
“Hey.” She whispered, nodding her head towards Thea who was sleeping soundly in a small crib. “She’s been fussy today, so I decided to put her down for her nap early.”
Karl smiled at the child then turned his full attention on Kara. “I can’t stay, but I came across this today.” He pulled a cigar box out from behind his back and handed it to her. “It’s some stuff I thought you might want to have. It might help you um..adjust…to things here.” He ignored her confused look and smiled as he turned to leave. “I’ll check in on you later.”
Kara stared at the box for a long time, turning it over in her hands, but never opening it. It had a familiar look and feel to it though she couldn’t recall owning anything like it before.
She set it down carefully on the bed next to her and ran her hand over it in slow circles.
She was afraid to open it.
“Don’t be stupid.” She mumbled to herself, but her hand wouldn’t move to open the box.
“It’s just a box, right?” She nodded in agreement with herself, turned to face the box head on, put both hands on the lid, took a deep breath and flipped it open.
The first thing she pulled out was a photograph of a painting on a wall - a circular pattern of colors that swirled downward into a spiral. Surprisingly, it was the very same pattern she had been drawing on her sketch pad before Karl had shown up. Confused, she put the photograph aside and reached into the box for the next item. It was a mild enough – a deck of Triad cards, followed by a cigar in a tin case and a set of military pins denoting the rank of lieutenant.
Next was a set of dog tags bearing her name on a chain with a man’s silver wedding ring. She turned it so she could read the inscription inside. “Love Kara.”
Her heart was starting to beat faster. Was it possible that in her life before New Caprica, she had been in the military? The dog tags certainly pointed to that. And who’s ring was this? Not Leoben’s. She knew that. Had she been married before?
There was still one more thing in the box and with a shaking hand, she took it out, hoping – and yet afraid – it would answer her questions.
It was another photograph. This one was folded in half so that the half facing her showed a much younger and smiling version of her in the affectionate embrace of a young, handsome, dark-haired man. They were wearing similar outfits of tank tops – the same kind she had seen some of the crew of Galactica wearing - and shorts. Slowly, she unfolded the picture to reveal another person standing next to them and she recognized him immediately.
Hurriedly, she threw everything back into the box, closed it and slid it under her bed. She drew her knees up and pressed her back against the wall.
Lee Adama, your husband. Karl’s comment from their first meeting rang in her head. It didn’t explain why she had her arms around that other man, but she had obviously known Lee before.
“What am I going to do?” She asked herself, but Thea’s sudden cries put off any immediate decisions she had to make about Lee Adama.
Lee woke up slowly. The antiseptic smells, bright lights and muffled conversations gradually revealing to him that he was in sickbay. He had no idea how long he’d been here, but it was the last place he needed to be.
“Four days.” Cottle’s gravelly voice cut through the haze.
“What?” Lee asked groggily.
“You’ve been here for four days. I just assumed you were going to ask me. It’s usually everyone’s first question when they wake up here.”
Lee pushed himself up but Cottle’s deceptively strong hands pushed him back down. “No you don’t.” Cottle said. He nodded his head towards the intravenous bag behind him. “You need to be on that antibiotic for a few more days. You have a nasty infection from that gunshot wound in your shoulder. And if you were going to look for Captain Thrace, she’s two beds over .”
Lee looked at him inquisitively.
“She brought Thea in last night.” He waved his hand dismissively at the concern that crept over his patient’s face. “Just a fever from teething. She’s fine. But when I called Kara ‘Captain Thrace,’ she looked at me like I had three heads. It seems she has some holes in her memory.”
“Yeah, I know.” Lee replied and explained to the doctor what he knew of her captivity.
“I’ve run some tests on her.” The doctor continued. “Told her it was standard procedure for anyone staying aboard Galactica.”
Lee smiled, grateful for the good doctor’s conspiracy. “So, they’re staying here.”
Cottle nodded. “In Dogville. Captain Agathon is keeping an eye on them.”
“And these tests..?” Lee asked.
“She said she can’t remember a lot from her past because of a head injury she suffered after a fall.” Cottle replied. “I couldn’t find any evidence a head injury, but I’m pretty sure that even if there was one, it wouldn’t have caused her memory loss. It was most likely caused by the drugs they were feeding her.”
“Drugs?” Lee echoed.
“A fine cocktail of tranquilizers and hallucinogens. Just enough to keep her confused and complacent. ”
“So when the drugs are out of her system, she’ll get her memory back?” Lee asked hopefully.
Cottle shrugged. “It’s hard to say. I didn’t see any damage to her brain on the scans, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any. It’s likely that she’ll remember some things and possibly everything. How much and how fast, I don’t know.
“You’re right not to force it, though. Give her subtle clues and fill in the holes when she does remember something.”
Cottle patted Lee on the shoulder. “Get some rest.” He made one last adjustment to the IV drip and left.
Lee lay quietly until the sounds of nurses and aides running busily about their duties diminished. He wasn’t able to sleep knowing that Kara and Thea were here. He wanted to see them.
He got up slowly, fighting the nausea the medication was no doubt causing and eased himself onto the floor. Pulling the IV bag on its pole beside him, he made way over to Kara’s bed. The curtains were drawn around it, but through a gap he could see that she was sleeping. He watched her for a little while; her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep. He fought the urge to wake her with a kiss like he used to and sighed deeply at the desperate feeling that came over him. “I love you, Kara.” He said softly. He pulled the curtain tighter and went in search of their daughter
Thea was wide awake when he got to her crib and she squealed delightfully when she saw him.
Lee smiled. “At least one of my girls still remembers me.” He ran a finger lovingly down her cheek and she giggled, exposing one tiny white tooth poking through the center of her bottom gum.
“Hey. There’s the trouble maker.” He said tickling her chin. “First you get teeth, then you start walking. Soon you’ll be driving, talking back to me and bringing boys home.” Lee’s eyes grew dark with emotion. “No. No boys. And no driving. No growing up at all for that matter. I like you just like this.”
Thea reached her arms up, determined to break her father’s sudden melancholy. “Uh!” She demanded.
Lee reached in obediently and picked his daughter up, carefully cradling her with his good arm. He kissed her nose and she blew a raspberry at him. Lee laughed. “You didn’t like that?”
Thea slapped both hands against his chest in response then reached into the collar of his hospital gown to pull out his dog tags. She jingled them wildly for a second or two before holding them to her face to study them more closely. “Dat?” She asked, holding the chain out to Lee.
“These are dog tags.” He explained. “Daddy wears them for his job.”
“Dee!” Thea squealed and threw her arms around his neck in a hug.
Lee held her tight. “I missed you too, Pumpkin. I’m sorry I let the Cylons get you. I should have..I should have…” he swallowed a lump in his throat. “I should have done a better job of protecting you and mommy. “
He kissed her cheek and laid her gently back down into her crib. “Daddy should go before Doctor Cottle finds me and yells at me.” He scrunched his face into his best crotchety old man expression.
Thea giggled. “Deee.” She said, reaching for his hand which was leaning on the side of the crib.
“What?” Lee asked, holding his hand out to her. She grabbed his finger and Lee understood. “Oh. You want to play? Ok. But just one.”
Lee raised his arm high into the air and twirled his finger around in circles, continuously lowering his hand and finally reaching her belly and tickling it. Thea kicked her legs and giggled uncontrollably until Lee finally let up. “That’s it short stuff. Now go to sleep. I’ll see you soon.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.” He whispered.
- Current Location:on the couch
- Current Mood: accomplished