"Wrong Adama"
by jhannise jhannise@mekatech.com
Rating: N/C 17
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Authors Note: Thank you to rabid1st who put up with my rambling to help me come up with a semi-decent title! And for letting me use, "Overlord."
Thought I would send a little one-shot of happiness and smut out while waiting for the beta on Without You
- What if Zak had never died?
- What if Kara had married him?
- What if the cylons never attacked?
Kara Adama is nervous. For the first time in two years, Kara is going to come face to face with the man who has the power to destroy her existence. Palms sweaty, Kara paces back and forth in the apartment. A knock comes on the door, startling her out of her reverie. Opening the door, Kara's breath catches in her throat.
"Captain Adama." intones the beautiful voice of Lee Adama.
"Lee," Kara whispers before catching herself. "Major Adama, please come in."
Opening the door, Kara moves to let Lee into the sparse apartment. It is a far cry from her old place in Delphi with paint and trash everywhere. It helps that rent on Picon is cheaper, letting Zak and her to afford a two-bedroom instead of a studio. It's the Fleet Headquarters and all married officer housing looks the same. Lee gives a disdainful glance around the apartment, his eyes noting the absence of paintings and art supplies.
"Sir how was your flight into Picon?" Kara asks nervously, trying to break the silence.
"The transport was standard fare. How are you faring, Captain Adama?" Lee asks politely.
"I'm doing well sir. Zak should be off duty soon." Kara responds in a stilted manner.
Lee makes an acknowledging sound as the two stare at each other. Lee looks at Kara with cool and dispassionate eyes, while Kara's eyes dart around the room nervously.
"Please feel free to sit, Major Adama." Kara feels awkward about her lack of social graces. "Would you like something to drink, sir?"
"A glass of nectar would be nice, Captain." Lee answers while choosing a seat in the armchair.
"I am very sorry, sir, but we do not have any in the house." Kara replies quickly. "No ambrosia either, we don't keep alcohol in the house."
Lee is surprised by this fact. Last time Lee visited Kara and Lee, they were both heavy drinkers and the Lords of Kobol knows he needs a drink. "A glass of juice?"
Kara nods emphatically, "I'll go squeeze a glass of fresh Picon grape juice for you, sir."
As Kara scurries away to the kitchen, Lee allows himself to relax and take a slow look around the apartment. It is different then Lee expected. There are none of Kara's paintings on the walls and everything seems very beige. It seems odd that none of Kara's passion has expressed itself in this place. Perhaps, all the expression was removed in anticipation of his visit, Lee thinks bitterly.
In the kitchen, Kara is operating the juicer for Lee. There is orange juice and grape juice in the refrigerator, but Kara needs to get away from Lee and the awkward and stilted conversation. It is difficult to believe that Lee Adama used to be her best friend, especially with the use of such formalities.
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