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amaliakN_T: Watching parents make out is kinda squicky...
Lee glanced around the corner into the hallway, his eyes darting around for any presence of the enemy. Dear Gods, the enemy. Not cylons, not anymore. His own crew, the people that he'd fought alongside for years, people that he'd been ready to give his life for, now were the people he was trying to defend himself against.
Everything looked clear and he signaled to Kara to move forward.
"So," she cleared her throat. "About...back there."
Lee suppressed a groan. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
"Did you know? I mean, I think we all kinda knew but," Kara started.
"We're NOT talking about this right now," Lee hissed, hoping his tone would make her understand that he was not about to have a conversation about his father's love life while fighting for their lives.
"I think it's kinda sweet," Kara commented, catching her shrug out of the corner of his eye. "If it weren't..."
"Kinda gross?" Lee suppied.
Kara laughed quietly, repressed from her usual guffah that the conversation would warrant. "Yeah, I'm having trouble with the visuals," she admitted.
Lee chuckled a bit too, releasing a bit of the tension of the situation. "And you thought that torturing me with those visuals was the best idea?"
"I didn't want to be alone," she told him, moving to stand across the hall from him, back pressed up against the bulkhead and gun in her hand. She grinned widely at him and he made an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
"Thanks for that, Starbuck. How about we agree to never speak of this again?" Lee suggested.
"I'll add it to the list."
Lee glanced around the corner into the hallway, his eyes darting around for any presence of the enemy. Dear Gods, the enemy. Not cylons, not anymore. His own crew, the people that he'd fought alongside for years, people that he'd been ready to give his life for, now were the people he was trying to defend himself against.
Everything looked clear and he signaled to Kara to move forward.
"So," she cleared her throat. "About...back there."
Lee suppressed a groan. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
"Did you know? I mean, I think we all kinda knew but," Kara started.
"We're NOT talking about this right now," Lee hissed, hoping his tone would make her understand that he was not about to have a conversation about his father's love life while fighting for their lives.
"I think it's kinda sweet," Kara commented, catching her shrug out of the corner of his eye. "If it weren't..."
"Kinda gross?" Lee suppied.
Kara laughed quietly, repressed from her usual guffah that the conversation would warrant. "Yeah, I'm having trouble with the visuals," she admitted.
Lee chuckled a bit too, releasing a bit of the tension of the situation. "And you thought that torturing me with those visuals was the best idea?"
"I didn't want to be alone," she told him, moving to stand across the hall from him, back pressed up against the bulkhead and gun in her hand. She grinned widely at him and he made an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
"Thanks for that, Starbuck. How about we agree to never speak of this again?" Lee suggested.
"I'll add it to the list."
