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Adama. Lee Adama [Part 4]
Title: Adama. Lee Adama.
Setting: Post Fandom High Years.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All sorts!
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
“This is such a bad idea.” Anders hasn’t stopped complaining since they were dismissed from Dr. Carter’s classroom. He’s also taken to holding his robes up and off the ground when he walks and Lee thinks that’s extremely girly.
“We need this class,” Lee explains. “Parker’s an unknown. Marty’s not sure if she’s in on the operation or if she’s actually working to bring down the operation. We need to figure that out.”
“Yeah, but it’s Parker, Lee-I mean, Leoben. If anyone can break this assignment, it’s her.”
Lee waves his hand dismissively. “We’ll sit in the back and we’ll be really, really quiet.”
Anders’ face is a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion. “If you think that’ll work then that fiancée’ of yours hasn’t knocked enough sense into you.”
“Don’t tell her that or she might kill me. Literally!”
---
Anders and Lee arrive to Ethics class two minutes before the bell is set to ring. Of course, arriving later then they'd meant to means that there are no seats in the back of the classroom. There are no seats in the middle of the classroom either.
Nope, the only seats available were front row, dead center. Lee winces but takes his seat slowly, careful to keep his robes from getting dirty. Anders plops down beside him. “Bad idea,” he hisses.
“Shut up,” Lee says.
Before Anders can snap back, Professor Parker breezes into the room. Lee shuts his mouth immediately.
She doesn’t look much different from the last time he saw her. Same hair, same strut, same air of authority. The crisp black pantsuit makes her look professional but dangerous. She does not smile.
“Bad idea,” Anders mutters under his breath and hides his eyes behind his hand.
Parker’s eyes alight on the two of them and she comes to stand in front of them. “Who are you?” Clipped, icy, and blunt. Same Parker he remembers.
Since Anders is cowering behind his hand, Lee speaks up. “We’re transfer students from back west. We’re in Ethics because-“
Lee’s explanation is stopped when Parker makes a sharp, cutting gesture with her hand. “I didn’t ask for your life story. I asked who you were.”
“Leoben Winefu,” Lee says quickly.
“And him?” Parker asks with a nod to that frakking chicken, Anders.
“Tickom Achilles.”
One side of Parker’s mouth lifts into an almost smile and she nods curtly. “Horrible names but welcome to the class.”
Lee’s about to thank her like the nice guy he is but Parker immediately launches into the class.
“Since we have two new additions, I will briefly introduce myself. My name is Professor Mabel Parker. This is Ethics. You listen to me and only me. Obey and you will pass. Disobey and there will be other consequences.”
Anders lets out a loud snort of laughter upon hearing Parker’s first name. Lee bites the inside of his cheek to control his own laughter.
“Is there a problem Mr. Achilles?”
When Lee looks over at Anders, he’s bright red, trying to contain any further outbursts. “No, ma’am.”
Parker glares at them for a moment longer before returning to her lecture. “Yesterday, we began talking about the ethics of stalking.”
Lee frowns. Now, maybe he’s just a nice guy, always polite, but he’s pretty sure there are no ethics of stalking. Stalking is illegal, illegal is bad so stalking is bad. Right?
“Yesterday,” Parker continues, “I defined stalking as someone who constantly calls you on the telephone, leaves you cryptic hints of your whereabouts, and sends you the most inane, unnecessary gifts. To some, this may not sound like stalking.” Parker stops and glares at the class. “But, trust me it is stalking.”
“Why’s it stalking if you’re getting gifts? Doesn’t sound to me like the person’s breaking any laws.” Lee looks over his shoulder and notices the question had come from somewhere in the middle of the classroom.
By the time Lee turns around, Parker is stalking down the aisle. “Do you know what it’s like to, for many years; have to endure these phone calls, gifts, and random meeting without any reward?”
“No, Professor,” the student says quietly.
“Does it sound at all ethical to you to be tortured with this nonsense, to be put through that constant game playing by this stalker?”
“No, Professor,” the student squeaks.
“Do you know how many pez dispensers are too much?”
“No, Professor.” The student is almost underneath his desk now.
Parker continues staring daggers at the student before smiling brightly. That, in itself, is the scariest thing Lee’s ever seen in his life.
“Her definition is wrong,” Anders whispers to him.
Lee shushes him quickly. “Don’t argue, Tickom.”
“That’s not stalking. Obviously whoever that guy is had a crush on her.”
Lee tries to ignore Anders, tries to make it look like Anders is talking to himself but Professor Parker’s already seen the exchange and is coming towards them.
Crap.
“Something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” She crosses her arms in front of her.
Lee looks at his desk.
“That’s not stalking,” Anders says and Lee wonders where the sudden bravado came from. “That guy wasn’t stalking you because he had a crush on you. He liked you and was trying to tell you.”
The class as a whole gasps. It’s quite the thing to hear.
Parker’s mouth twitches. She leans down, planting both her hands on Anders’ desk. “That’s quite an opinion, Mr. Achilles.”
“T-thank you, ma’am.”
Parker sneers at him. “Since you think my professional definition is incorrect, you and I are going to do an experiment.”
“We are?”
“We are,” Parker states and stands up again. “For the next several weeks, I am going to “stalk” you. Random phone calls, cryptic hints about nothing in particular, and gifts that you have no need for. Is that all right with you, Mr. Achilles?”
Anders squirms in his seat. “Well,-“
“Good,” Parker says, cutting him off. “And then we can tell me if my definition of stalking is incorrect or not.”
This time, Lee does laugh. Out loud.
---
After Ethics and laughing at Anders some more, Lee sneaks outside and hides behind a tree. He pulls out his cellular phone and dials a familiar number.
“Hello?”
Only two rings. Lee smiles. “Hey. Just calling to let you know I got here all right.”
“How is Des Moines?” she asks and he’s guessing she’s smiling.
“Lonely,” Lee answers honestly. “I miss you.”
“You have your faucets,” she says with a laugh. “It’s lonely here as well. Sharon’s been keeping me company but I can only hear about her trouble with men so many times.”
Lee chuckles softly. “You’re too good a friend. I miss you,” he repeats.
“I miss you too.” A slight pause. “Aaron says you work too much. I tend to agree with him.”
“I’m not the only one who disappears for weeks at a time for work. You and your colleagues go away quite often.”
“Yes, that reminds me, D’Anna informed me of another upcoming trip. We’re going to be filming some footage of the military at work.”
“Sounds exciting,” Lee replies.
“Mmm, it is,” she says and sighs. “We’re doing God’s work.”
“And doing it so well,” Lee whispers. “I love you, Kara.”
“I love you, too.”
End Part 4
Setting: Post Fandom High Years.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: All sorts!
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
“This is such a bad idea.” Anders hasn’t stopped complaining since they were dismissed from Dr. Carter’s classroom. He’s also taken to holding his robes up and off the ground when he walks and Lee thinks that’s extremely girly.
“We need this class,” Lee explains. “Parker’s an unknown. Marty’s not sure if she’s in on the operation or if she’s actually working to bring down the operation. We need to figure that out.”
“Yeah, but it’s Parker, Lee-I mean, Leoben. If anyone can break this assignment, it’s her.”
Lee waves his hand dismissively. “We’ll sit in the back and we’ll be really, really quiet.”
Anders’ face is a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion. “If you think that’ll work then that fiancée’ of yours hasn’t knocked enough sense into you.”
“Don’t tell her that or she might kill me. Literally!”
---
Anders and Lee arrive to Ethics class two minutes before the bell is set to ring. Of course, arriving later then they'd meant to means that there are no seats in the back of the classroom. There are no seats in the middle of the classroom either.
Nope, the only seats available were front row, dead center. Lee winces but takes his seat slowly, careful to keep his robes from getting dirty. Anders plops down beside him. “Bad idea,” he hisses.
“Shut up,” Lee says.
Before Anders can snap back, Professor Parker breezes into the room. Lee shuts his mouth immediately.
She doesn’t look much different from the last time he saw her. Same hair, same strut, same air of authority. The crisp black pantsuit makes her look professional but dangerous. She does not smile.
“Bad idea,” Anders mutters under his breath and hides his eyes behind his hand.
Parker’s eyes alight on the two of them and she comes to stand in front of them. “Who are you?” Clipped, icy, and blunt. Same Parker he remembers.
Since Anders is cowering behind his hand, Lee speaks up. “We’re transfer students from back west. We’re in Ethics because-“
Lee’s explanation is stopped when Parker makes a sharp, cutting gesture with her hand. “I didn’t ask for your life story. I asked who you were.”
“Leoben Winefu,” Lee says quickly.
“And him?” Parker asks with a nod to that frakking chicken, Anders.
“Tickom Achilles.”
One side of Parker’s mouth lifts into an almost smile and she nods curtly. “Horrible names but welcome to the class.”
Lee’s about to thank her like the nice guy he is but Parker immediately launches into the class.
“Since we have two new additions, I will briefly introduce myself. My name is Professor Mabel Parker. This is Ethics. You listen to me and only me. Obey and you will pass. Disobey and there will be other consequences.”
Anders lets out a loud snort of laughter upon hearing Parker’s first name. Lee bites the inside of his cheek to control his own laughter.
“Is there a problem Mr. Achilles?”
When Lee looks over at Anders, he’s bright red, trying to contain any further outbursts. “No, ma’am.”
Parker glares at them for a moment longer before returning to her lecture. “Yesterday, we began talking about the ethics of stalking.”
Lee frowns. Now, maybe he’s just a nice guy, always polite, but he’s pretty sure there are no ethics of stalking. Stalking is illegal, illegal is bad so stalking is bad. Right?
“Yesterday,” Parker continues, “I defined stalking as someone who constantly calls you on the telephone, leaves you cryptic hints of your whereabouts, and sends you the most inane, unnecessary gifts. To some, this may not sound like stalking.” Parker stops and glares at the class. “But, trust me it is stalking.”
“Why’s it stalking if you’re getting gifts? Doesn’t sound to me like the person’s breaking any laws.” Lee looks over his shoulder and notices the question had come from somewhere in the middle of the classroom.
By the time Lee turns around, Parker is stalking down the aisle. “Do you know what it’s like to, for many years; have to endure these phone calls, gifts, and random meeting without any reward?”
“No, Professor,” the student says quietly.
“Does it sound at all ethical to you to be tortured with this nonsense, to be put through that constant game playing by this stalker?”
“No, Professor,” the student squeaks.
“Do you know how many pez dispensers are too much?”
“No, Professor.” The student is almost underneath his desk now.
Parker continues staring daggers at the student before smiling brightly. That, in itself, is the scariest thing Lee’s ever seen in his life.
“Her definition is wrong,” Anders whispers to him.
Lee shushes him quickly. “Don’t argue, Tickom.”
“That’s not stalking. Obviously whoever that guy is had a crush on her.”
Lee tries to ignore Anders, tries to make it look like Anders is talking to himself but Professor Parker’s already seen the exchange and is coming towards them.
Crap.
“Something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” She crosses her arms in front of her.
Lee looks at his desk.
“That’s not stalking,” Anders says and Lee wonders where the sudden bravado came from. “That guy wasn’t stalking you because he had a crush on you. He liked you and was trying to tell you.”
The class as a whole gasps. It’s quite the thing to hear.
Parker’s mouth twitches. She leans down, planting both her hands on Anders’ desk. “That’s quite an opinion, Mr. Achilles.”
“T-thank you, ma’am.”
Parker sneers at him. “Since you think my professional definition is incorrect, you and I are going to do an experiment.”
“We are?”
“We are,” Parker states and stands up again. “For the next several weeks, I am going to “stalk” you. Random phone calls, cryptic hints about nothing in particular, and gifts that you have no need for. Is that all right with you, Mr. Achilles?”
Anders squirms in his seat. “Well,-“
“Good,” Parker says, cutting him off. “And then we can tell me if my definition of stalking is incorrect or not.”
This time, Lee does laugh. Out loud.
---
After Ethics and laughing at Anders some more, Lee sneaks outside and hides behind a tree. He pulls out his cellular phone and dials a familiar number.
“Hello?”
Only two rings. Lee smiles. “Hey. Just calling to let you know I got here all right.”
“How is Des Moines?” she asks and he’s guessing she’s smiling.
“Lonely,” Lee answers honestly. “I miss you.”
“You have your faucets,” she says with a laugh. “It’s lonely here as well. Sharon’s been keeping me company but I can only hear about her trouble with men so many times.”
Lee chuckles softly. “You’re too good a friend. I miss you,” he repeats.
“I miss you too.” A slight pause. “Aaron says you work too much. I tend to agree with him.”
“I’m not the only one who disappears for weeks at a time for work. You and your colleagues go away quite often.”
“Yes, that reminds me, D’Anna informed me of another upcoming trip. We’re going to be filming some footage of the military at work.”
“Sounds exciting,” Lee replies.
“Mmm, it is,” she says and sighs. “We’re doing God’s work.”
“And doing it so well,” Lee whispers. “I love you, Kara.”
“I love you, too.”
End Part 4