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For N_T "Love Letters" Prompt
She tucked the letter into the bottom of his drawer, carefully, arranging his socks over it.
Things were good. Two years of marriage, and things are surprisingly good. But Lee was hinting at children. And she knew that was going to be a problem. It would come to a head, and she wasn't sure what would happen then.
He needed to know.
Even if she couldn't tell him.
**end**
**********"Cuz we're like, in high school"***********
Lee was scribbling notes at his desk, not terribly immersed in the lecture from the professor, but he was doing his best to stay awake.
Suddenly, a folded slip dropped on his page, startling him. He glanced around him quickly, but knew there was only one person this could have come from.
He carefully opened it on his desk.
He nearly laughed. He and Kara had gotten into another fight earlier that day before school, and he'd stormed off in a huff, ignoring her parting shots. Nothing terribly different from other fights that they had.
As quietly as he could, he tore off a corner of his note pad.
He tossed it over to her desk, two behind him in and to his left, and pretended to go back to the lecture.
Soon enough, another folded note landed on his desk.
He genuinely smiled and didn't hesitate for a moment.
****END***
******The Lighter Side*************
Lee stood at the podium in the ready room, nervously shuffling papers for the briefing. He'd only been doing this for two weeks (how could it have possibly been so short a time?), and he couldn't help but feel that everyone knew he didn't belong there. He was CAG, sure, but not because he was any good at it. ost of the pilots there had been flying as long as he had, if not longer, and he could feel their scrutiny...he was there by default, because everyone else with the rank for it was dead.
There was a lull in the conversations in the room. He cleared his throat.
"Sheppard, Beano, you're on first CAP today at 0900 hours. You'll be supervising the water runs for The Orion and Colonial One," he said, reading off from the first piece of paper that he had with the schedule. He continued to read down the list of instructions passed along by the XO.
"Starbuck, you're with me at 1900 and--" he managed to stop short. He blinked and looked again at the paper in front of him. There it was in black and white: Starbuck/Apollo; 1900 CAP. Frak first, fly after.
It was even in the Colonel's handwriting.
He looked sharply up over at Kara, who had a smug grin on her face as lifted her hand. "I'm sorry, Sir. Were we expected to do something specific?" All innocence. He was sure he was blushing.
He was going to kill her.
"No. That's all. Dismissed," he snapped, gathering his folders quickly and walking briskly out of the ready room.
He'd need time to think of his revenge.
**END**
******Happy Honeymoon************
She tucked the letter into the bottom of his drawer, carefully, arranging his socks over it.
Things were good. Two years of marriage, and things are surprisingly good. But Lee was hinting at children. And she knew that was going to be a problem. It would come to a head, and she wasn't sure what would happen then.
He needed to know.
Even if she couldn't tell him.
**end**
**********"Cuz we're like, in high school"***********
Lee was scribbling notes at his desk, not terribly immersed in the lecture from the professor, but he was doing his best to stay awake.
Suddenly, a folded slip dropped on his page, startling him. He glanced around him quickly, but knew there was only one person this could have come from.
He carefully opened it on his desk.
He nearly laughed. He and Kara had gotten into another fight earlier that day before school, and he'd stormed off in a huff, ignoring her parting shots. Nothing terribly different from other fights that they had.
As quietly as he could, he tore off a corner of his note pad.
He tossed it over to her desk, two behind him in and to his left, and pretended to go back to the lecture.
Soon enough, another folded note landed on his desk.
He genuinely smiled and didn't hesitate for a moment.
****END***
******The Lighter Side*************
Lee stood at the podium in the ready room, nervously shuffling papers for the briefing. He'd only been doing this for two weeks (how could it have possibly been so short a time?), and he couldn't help but feel that everyone knew he didn't belong there. He was CAG, sure, but not because he was any good at it. ost of the pilots there had been flying as long as he had, if not longer, and he could feel their scrutiny...he was there by default, because everyone else with the rank for it was dead.
There was a lull in the conversations in the room. He cleared his throat.
"Sheppard, Beano, you're on first CAP today at 0900 hours. You'll be supervising the water runs for The Orion and Colonial One," he said, reading off from the first piece of paper that he had with the schedule. He continued to read down the list of instructions passed along by the XO.
"Starbuck, you're with me at 1900 and--" he managed to stop short. He blinked and looked again at the paper in front of him. There it was in black and white: Starbuck/Apollo; 1900 CAP. Frak first, fly after.
It was even in the Colonel's handwriting.
He looked sharply up over at Kara, who had a smug grin on her face as lifted her hand. "I'm sorry, Sir. Were we expected to do something specific?" All innocence. He was sure he was blushing.
He was going to kill her.
"No. That's all. Dismissed," he snapped, gathering his folders quickly and walking briskly out of the ready room.
He'd need time to think of his revenge.
**END**
******Happy Honeymoon************
