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fh_fic2005-10-31 09:05 am
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Title: Adama. Lee Adama.
Setting: Post Fandom High Years.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All sorts!
Part 1 Here
Lee Adama is plotting a murder. A quick, easy, clean murder. If Anders doesn’t frakking sit still, Lee is going to run him over with the flight attendant’s drink cart. As it is, he’s taken to glaring at Anders and huffing under his breath. Anders is ever oblivious.
“If you don’t frakking sit still, I’m going to throw you off the plane,” Lee grouses, shifting away from Anders.
“Seats are too small,” Anders snaps. “I hate these things.”
“Don’t appear small to me,” Lee replies, shifting in his seat again.
“That’s because you’re pocket sized. Could fit you into a woman’s purse.”
“Frak you,” Lee hisses.
“Not in public,” Anders says lightly. “Besides, you’re not my type. Your arms are too big. They scare me.”
Lee looks self consciously at his arms, clothed in his specially made suit (tailored just for his arms). “My fiancée seems to like them.”
Anders shrugs and, while attempting to move around, kicks the back of the chair in front of him. An elderly lady turns around and glares at them. “Sorry ma’am,” Anders says sheepishly. The elderly lady turns up her nose at him before turning back around. “Your fiancée can hold her own,”
“Yeah,” Lee says wistfully. “Yeah, she can.”
“Where does she think you’re going this weekend?” Anders finally finds a position he’s comfortable with and settles down.
“Faucet convention in Des Moines. We’re unveiling the new stainless steel, self starting, self cleaning, self temperature regulating faucet this weekend.” Lee pastes a huge smile on his face and tries to look convincing.
“You can tell her after you’re married. Family can be in the fold,” Anders remarks.
Lee leans back against his seat and closes his eyes. “Yeah. That’ll be nice. Faucet sales are so dull.”
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They meet with Marty at Luke’s Diner. It’s just the way Lee remembers it except Luke’s not behind the counter any longer.
“Bunny Echolls,” Marty informs him. “Rory and Logan’s daughter.”
“Bunny?” And here Lee thought Gideon was an awful name. “Where’d that come from?”
“It’s a nickname,” Marty supplies. “Real name’s Rebecca but everyone calls her Bunny because of, well, the whole bunny thing during high school.”
Lee nods and remembers thinking of Logan Echolls as Logan who was a bunny for many years.
Anders gets down to business. He slides a folded piece of paper across the table to Marty. “These are the classes we need to be enrolled in.”
Marty takes the sheet of paper, nods once, and sticks it in his coat pocket. “Done. Rover Jr. has been informed of your permissions to be on and off school grounds at all times. Keep your weapons concealed, please.”
Anders and Lee both nod. Quietly, Anders says, “We need a dorm room as well. Preferably on the first floor so we can see all incoming and outgoing activity.”
“Dorm room together?”
Lee hates this part. He does not want to live with Anders and his nearly insane exercise regimen. “Yeah,” he says grudgingly. “Separate beds,” he adds.
Marty snickers. “Of course. Anything else?”
Anders nods and leans forward. “One of us needs detention every weekend. We’ve agreed to alternate,” he whispers.
Again, Marty nods. “Done. May I ask why?”
“We think she has plants in detention. Students have disappeared mostly on weekends, correct?” Anders asks and starts playing with a fork.
Lee is not thinking about jabbing that fork in his hand. Nope, not at all.
Marty nods. “Yes, most have disappeared on weekends. Her plants in detention are for…?”
“Her lackeys,” Lee says. “They recruit, she ruins, and her operation goes on.”
Marty shudders and slides a hand through his hair. “I should’ve seen this coming.”
Lee shakes his head. “You’ve got a whole school to run, Marty. Security expert or not, you’re stretched thin. You needed help, we’re here to help. With you. We’re not cutting you out of this, Marty. They’re your students.”
“Yeah,” Anders puts in, tapping the fork against the salt shaker. “We’re just here to help.”
The urge to jab Anders with the fork increases.
Marty nods and stands to go. “Oh, guys, just one thing. You said you need to be in the Ethics class, right?”
They nod. “Yeah, we need that one,” Lee answers.
Marty grimaces slightly. “The professor we’ve just hired…well, I just hope your disguises are really damn good.”
Anders looks at Lee, Lee looks at Anders and they’re both confused.
“Why?” Anders finally asks.
“Because our new Ethics professor is Miss Parker and she might know a thing or two about the spy business.”
End Part 2
Setting: Post Fandom High Years.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All sorts!
Part 1 Here
Lee Adama is plotting a murder. A quick, easy, clean murder. If Anders doesn’t frakking sit still, Lee is going to run him over with the flight attendant’s drink cart. As it is, he’s taken to glaring at Anders and huffing under his breath. Anders is ever oblivious.
“If you don’t frakking sit still, I’m going to throw you off the plane,” Lee grouses, shifting away from Anders.
“Seats are too small,” Anders snaps. “I hate these things.”
“Don’t appear small to me,” Lee replies, shifting in his seat again.
“That’s because you’re pocket sized. Could fit you into a woman’s purse.”
“Frak you,” Lee hisses.
“Not in public,” Anders says lightly. “Besides, you’re not my type. Your arms are too big. They scare me.”
Lee looks self consciously at his arms, clothed in his specially made suit (tailored just for his arms). “My fiancée seems to like them.”
Anders shrugs and, while attempting to move around, kicks the back of the chair in front of him. An elderly lady turns around and glares at them. “Sorry ma’am,” Anders says sheepishly. The elderly lady turns up her nose at him before turning back around. “Your fiancée can hold her own,”
“Yeah,” Lee says wistfully. “Yeah, she can.”
“Where does she think you’re going this weekend?” Anders finally finds a position he’s comfortable with and settles down.
“Faucet convention in Des Moines. We’re unveiling the new stainless steel, self starting, self cleaning, self temperature regulating faucet this weekend.” Lee pastes a huge smile on his face and tries to look convincing.
“You can tell her after you’re married. Family can be in the fold,” Anders remarks.
Lee leans back against his seat and closes his eyes. “Yeah. That’ll be nice. Faucet sales are so dull.”
---
They meet with Marty at Luke’s Diner. It’s just the way Lee remembers it except Luke’s not behind the counter any longer.
“Bunny Echolls,” Marty informs him. “Rory and Logan’s daughter.”
“Bunny?” And here Lee thought Gideon was an awful name. “Where’d that come from?”
“It’s a nickname,” Marty supplies. “Real name’s Rebecca but everyone calls her Bunny because of, well, the whole bunny thing during high school.”
Lee nods and remembers thinking of Logan Echolls as Logan who was a bunny for many years.
Anders gets down to business. He slides a folded piece of paper across the table to Marty. “These are the classes we need to be enrolled in.”
Marty takes the sheet of paper, nods once, and sticks it in his coat pocket. “Done. Rover Jr. has been informed of your permissions to be on and off school grounds at all times. Keep your weapons concealed, please.”
Anders and Lee both nod. Quietly, Anders says, “We need a dorm room as well. Preferably on the first floor so we can see all incoming and outgoing activity.”
“Dorm room together?”
Lee hates this part. He does not want to live with Anders and his nearly insane exercise regimen. “Yeah,” he says grudgingly. “Separate beds,” he adds.
Marty snickers. “Of course. Anything else?”
Anders nods and leans forward. “One of us needs detention every weekend. We’ve agreed to alternate,” he whispers.
Again, Marty nods. “Done. May I ask why?”
“We think she has plants in detention. Students have disappeared mostly on weekends, correct?” Anders asks and starts playing with a fork.
Lee is not thinking about jabbing that fork in his hand. Nope, not at all.
Marty nods. “Yes, most have disappeared on weekends. Her plants in detention are for…?”
“Her lackeys,” Lee says. “They recruit, she ruins, and her operation goes on.”
Marty shudders and slides a hand through his hair. “I should’ve seen this coming.”
Lee shakes his head. “You’ve got a whole school to run, Marty. Security expert or not, you’re stretched thin. You needed help, we’re here to help. With you. We’re not cutting you out of this, Marty. They’re your students.”
“Yeah,” Anders puts in, tapping the fork against the salt shaker. “We’re just here to help.”
The urge to jab Anders with the fork increases.
Marty nods and stands to go. “Oh, guys, just one thing. You said you need to be in the Ethics class, right?”
They nod. “Yeah, we need that one,” Lee answers.
Marty grimaces slightly. “The professor we’ve just hired…well, I just hope your disguises are really damn good.”
Anders looks at Lee, Lee looks at Anders and they’re both confused.
“Why?” Anders finally asks.
“Because our new Ethics professor is Miss Parker and she might know a thing or two about the spy business.”
End Part 2
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Also, I'm writing the AU ILLICIT SEXx0RZZZ piece tonight because OMG UNFILTERED HOTNESS.
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Also, I'm writing the AU ILLICIT SEXx0RZZZ piece tonight because OMG UNFILTERED HOTNESS.
WHOOT!
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OMG.
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But crack-fic's so much more fun, no?*pats*no subject
Oh definitely. I can be all non canonical and goofy, which comes naturally.*enjoys*
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*loves you so hard and cannot be coherent*
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Anders the fork boy! Anders, Lee's foil! Wait till you see the disguises I've come up with for them both...
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*stabs with a real, manlier fork*
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Oh, Lee, that's WISHFUL thinking, riiight.
The next installment can SERIOUSLY NOT COME FAST ENOUGH.
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The next installment can SERIOUSLY NOT COME FAST ENOUGH.
I am writing as we speak
when I'm supposed to be working omg!no subject
We must be wed, I tell you, must be wed.
OMG I AM GUILTY OF TEH SAME.no subject
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Ded.
WRITE MORE. *cracks whip*
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God. It kills me. BWAHAHAHAHA! Mine is an utterly delighted laugh.
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I thought that would make people laugh or cry with terror at Parker in Ethics (and then laugh).
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*dances with joy!*
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GLEES WITH YOU YAY.
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Ack! Part three! Must go read!
(Parker for Ethics! *snort*!!!)
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(I know I'd go to class!)
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Poor, poor Bunny. Just because her parents were so stupid as to make out in an uninvestigated closet, she's stuck with a name like that.
*sad headshake*
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Heee. I loved writing this part. I knew Bunny was gonna be her name as soon as Rory and Logan's part was plotted in my head.