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27 April 2011 @ 01:48 pm
BSG ficlet  
Characters: Dee and Sam
Rating: PG, gen
For twelvecolonies,
words: 600ish
Summary: on the algae planet, they have something in common




There's sometimes a strange hum on this miserable planet, but Sam figures it's just the heat getting to him. But he stays on the surface anyway - he likes the solid ground beneath his feet and fresh air, even if it reeks. Galen already made a still and the algae here makes fine ethanol. It tastes like algae sludge, but after the first cup he doesn't taste it anymore.

Cally and Jean are singing some song, trying to get the whole camp involved. He would've sung along, but he catches Apollo slipping away into the dark for his oh-so-secret rendezvous. Do they really think nobody knows?

He finishes his cigarette and decides to take a walk. At least then he won't have to sit there and pretend he doesn't know what's going on, looking like an fool. He glances at the tattoo on his arm and shakes his head. It turns out "forever" lasted until the Cylons came back. Frakking toasters wrecked everything again.

Far enough away that camp is a murmur, he goes to the large rock that's become his thinking place and climbs to the high, flat top. He looks up at the night sky. Those star patterns seem familiar somehow, and the sight of them helps to calm his irritation. He lets out a sigh. Kara kept her promise and came back to him once; he can only hope if he waits long enough, she'll remember to come back again.

A soft footfall makes him turn, for an instant he hopes ... but it's Dee.

Her smile is awkward and filled with the same resignation that he feels. She knows, too -- hell, she knew before he did. It gives them a strange bond, these last few weeks.

"Fancy meeting you here." She holds up a plastic container. "Figured you'd be ready for another round?"

He pats the rock beside him. "Room enough for two. Especially if you have booze."

She scrambles up to join him and pours hooch in his empty cup, then holds out the container. "Five more days and we're out of here."

He clinks his cup to the plastic. "I know after we go, I'll be sorry because I hate that ship, but gods, I can't wait to get the hell off this rock."

"So say we all." They drink, and silence lingers for a few moments, until she murmurs, "Are we going to confront them?"

He nearly drops the cup in his surprise. They never talk about what they have in common, maybe because it would make it too real, but now Dee's bringing it into the open. He wishes she'd kept silent.

But she has a good question, and he considers it for a long time, tipping his head back to look at the stars. Dee waits him out.

"No," he answers finally. "I'm not. When the fleet leaves here, I'm going back to my ship. It's up to her; she goes where she wants. I won't box her in. Not after what those frakkers did to her."

Dee gives a little bitter laugh. "I wish I had that excuse for him, but I don't. I'm going to have to work with him. And I can't keep pretending there's nothing going on. So the only thing to do is end it." She twists the gold band on her finger, but it won't come off, and she sighs. "I guess the good thing out of all this is that I got to know you."

"Likewise. Lieutenant Anastasia Dualla," he says with careful, tipsy enunciation, and salutes her with his cup. "You are a beautiful and intelligent woman and you deserve someone who treats you properly."

"Thank you, and you, too," she tells him and then grins. "Except for the woman part."

"Glad someone noticed," he quips.

"Could hardly miss it," she flirts back, smiling at him. There's a moment of stillness then, where he can't speak. Even half drunk, he knows he could lean over and kiss her, and she'd let him. It's tempting.

But as he decides that he's going to give in, the breeze strengthens, carrying with it that high-pitched hum. It distracts him, and he turns his head trying to place where it's coming from. But it fades away.

"Sam?"

He shakes his head and forces a smile. "Nothing. Thought I heard something."

With the moment of temptation broken, they sit on the top of the rock and finish their drinks in comfortable quiet.

 
 
 
kag523 on April 28th, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)
Aw... you break my heart with half your fics, hon. *heavy sigh* I love Sam's character and you've perfectly captured that 'goodness' that I adore. Even when he's allowing himself to be hurt. The connection of understanding with Dee was lovely. The fact that they step back from temptation actually speaks volumes about both characters and the truth of your characterization of them.

Just lovely. K :>)
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on April 28th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
aw. *g* I have done the other way already - where Dee and Sam give in - but at least for this one I wanted to do what felt real for them. They hurt, but they're not going to give in that easily.

Thanks for reading! :)
exbexexbex on April 28th, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
I love the simplicity of this fic, yet it says volumes.
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on April 29th, 2011 02:30 am (UTC)
thanks! that's lovely to hear.:D
patron saint of neglected female characters: deerose_griffes on April 28th, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)
Yay, Sam and Dee! (And fleeting potential Sam/Dee!) Nice moment for these two.
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on April 29th, 2011 03:56 pm (UTC)
thanks! It's really too bad the two of them didn't seem to be closer.
elzedelzed on April 30th, 2011 08:37 am (UTC)
Oh, this could/should have been canon. Lovely.
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on May 5th, 2011 04:38 am (UTC)
thank you! I do wish Dee and Sam had interacted more/at all. :(
MSerradamserrada on April 30th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
I wished canon had given us a moment like this. Then again, they probably wouldn't have got it as right as you do here. So very well done.
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on May 5th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
I wish Dee and Sam could've been more friendly - but yeah, it could've been done very badly.

Thank you!
kdbleukdbleu on April 30th, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC)
This is really lovely, gentle and simple. Achingly in character for Sam and Dee as the hurt bubbles through the hope and hopelessness. :)
lizardbeth: Dee-Samlizardbeth_j on May 5th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
poor bb's. They're so unhappy.

Thanks!
nazkeynazkey on May 25th, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)
I love this. Love, love, love. THANK YOU for giving these two a moment of dignity.

&hearts &hearts &hearts