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Variations On A Phone Call

Buffyanp

Word Count : 2,780
Date : 3/21/2006
Series : season 2
Rating : T
Category : Relationship
Pairing/Focus : Lee/Kara
Warnings : none given
Summary : Kara and Lee think about how the phone call could have gone.
Archive: Apollo/Starbuck Fic, Flesh and Bone, BSG2003, and The Fallout Shelter, all other please ask. Spoilers/Disclaimers : season one and season 2 through the finale. Ron Moore owns BSG, we are active duty military and live in base housing…so no money here…don't sue J Transcript of phone call from Lay Down Your Burdens, Part 2, what you recognize is BSG, what you don't is mine.

Thanks to Rabid1st for giving me the plot bunny for this story (she didn't even know it) and thanks a million to my hubs for editing and putting up with all my story talk!


Part I: Lee

Lee stared at the DRADIS, where minutes before there had been hundreds of Cylon ships. But that was before they made the FTL jump. That was before they left all those people behind. That was before they left her behind. No, before HE left Kara behind. He went through their last phone call in his mind, over and over. There were so many ways it could have gone. They all started the same, but never ended the same.

Lee: “Hey, what's going on?”

Dee : “It's for you.”

Lee: “Who is it?”

Dee : “It's for you.”

Lee: “Right.”

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “Wait one, Kara. What is it?”

Dee : “Nothing, thought I saw something but nope, nothing.”

Lee: “Go ahead, it was nothing. You want me to get you some antibiotics for Anders?”

Kara: She sighed in exasperation. “Yeah, Did you hear what I said? He's dying Lee.”

Lee: “Really? What did Doc Cottle say?”

Kara: “Said that Anders is young and that he'll probably be okay. But, Lee, you don't know what it's like down here, the conditions…” her voice trailed off.

Lee: “Well, Kara, you did choose to go down there.”

Kara: She stared at the comm., shock evident on her face and bit back a retort. “So are you going to give me the meds or not?”

Lee: “Well, he is young and strong and I do need to make sure my pilots are healthy in order to protect that rock you're calling home now.”

Kara: “You're not going to give them to me are you? Col. Tigh was wrong. You haven't changed a bit, have you? You're still the same selfish anal frakhead you always were.”

Lee: “Nice Kara. You haven't changed either. Still the screw-up hoping for me to come riding in on my Viper to save her. Well, Kara, that's not going to happen this time. You made your bed, now you've got to lie in it. Pegasus out.”

Kara sat there for several minutes, shocked that he refused the meds and shocked that he hung up on her. She slowly got up and walked out of the comm. hut and back to her tent with Sam.

But that wasn't how the call went, thank the gods!

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “So you want me to give you some antibiotics?”

Kara: “Yeah, Lee, that would help.”

Lee shook his head and laughed ruefully.

Lee: “You never change do you? You're in trouble again and I have to come clean it up.”

Kara: “It's not my fault Anders is sick!”

Lee: “It's your fault you chose to live on that godsforsaken rock you call home now.”

Kara: “Lee, you're such a frakking bastard – just send the damn meds on the next shuttle!” and she slammed the comm. down.

Lee shook his head as he looked at the dead comm. He turned to Dee , “Make sure some antibiotics find their way on to the next shuttle.”

Dee : “Aye, sir.”

Lee left CIC and headed back to his quarters. Same old Starbuck, he thought and tried to ignore the voice that said that he was the same old Apollo, always coming to her rescue and cleaning up her messes. He walked into his quarters thinking it would have to stop someday. But not today.

But that wasn't how the call went either.

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “Wait one Kara. Kara? Kara? KARA?”

The line was dead. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to Dee – seems she spotted something on DRADIS.

Kara stared at the comm. The line had just gone dead. She heard ships overhead and the sound filled her with dread as she stumbled outside to see the Cylon ships streaming by overhead.

Lee rubbed his face, glad the call hadn't ended with them getting disconnected like that.

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “So Anders is sick?”

Kara: “Yeah, pretty bad too.”

Lee: “So you want me to send some antibiotics?”

Kara: “Yeah. Yeah I…”

Lee: “Kara? Kara you there? Kara? KARA?”

Dee : “Sir, I'm reading explosions on the planet.”

DRADIS blip

Dee : “Oh my gods! It's a Cylon Fleet. They found us and they just fired on the planet.”

Lee: “KARA!!!” but the comm. was dead.

Lee shuddered, glad that the nightmare was just that, a nightmare. But reality was just as bad. The Cylon fleet had found them. They'd invaded the planet and the Colonial fleet had jumped away leaving all those people behind. Leaving Kara behind.


Part II: Kara

Kara watched the Cylon ships stream overhead, her thoughts racing. She watched the Centurions march down the main muddy street in New Caprica City . Her thoughts drifted back to that phone call. She replayed it over and over. It could have gone so many different ways. It always started the same, but it ended differently every time.

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “Yeah.”

Lee: “So why should I help you?”

Kara: She sighed with exasperation. “I don't know Lee, because we used to be friends. Because even you wouldn't be malicious enough to let a man die because of your stubborn ass pride.”

Lee: “You don't know me that well anymore do you Kara? My, as you call it, stubborn ass pride is what's kept this bucket of bolts flying and protecting that gods forsaken rock you frakkers are calling home.”

Kara was silent.

Lee: “So maybe, just maybe, I need all the antibiotics up here so we can keep flying and protecting you ungrateful sons of bitches living it up down there on that rock.”

Kara: “Living it up? Are you frakking crazy? I just told you he might be dying. What part didn't you hear?”

Lee: “The part where we are still friends and I owe you anything.”

Kara: “Oh that's rich, Lee, coming from you, the one who was all rules and regs until it came to frakking Dee .”

Lee: “Yeah, well you did have your big burly pyramid player.”

Kara: “Yeah, the one who might be dying,” she said softly.

Lee: “Funny, I just can't seem to care.”

Kara: “Frakking bastard. I knew you wouldn't help. I should never have called. Sorry I wasted your precious time. Kara out.” She slammed the comm. down and stalked out of the hut.

Lee looked at the comm., instantly feeling regret flood him. Why was he such a bastard? It was just a few antibiotics, he could spare them. He wanted to get her back on the comm. but he knew she was already gone. Well, if Anders got sick enough she might call back. Until then, it wasn't his problem, and he wasn't going to worry about it.

Kara shook her head, glad that wasn't the way the call went.

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “So you want some antibiotics for Anders.”

Kara: “Yeah, Lee, I do.”

Lee: “Why should I? Why should I come in and help you again?”

Kara: She sighed with resignation; she had known this would be difficult. “Because you won't let a man die like that and because we used to be friends.”

Lee: “Yeah, you got it right. Used To Be.”

Kara: “So what are you saying Lee?”

Lee shook his head. “Nothing Kara. Nothing. I'll get you the meds. But I'm doing it because I don't want someone to die when I can help them. NOT because we used to be friends. Because Kara, we're not friends. I got tired of cleaning up after you when we were friends, so I'm certainly not going to do it now. So you'll get your meds, but like you said, there is no us.”

Kara: “Fine. We're not friends. Never thought we were. Whatever. Just put them on the next shuttle. Gods, you are such a frakhead!”

Lee: “Nice Kara. You kiss Anders with that mouth?”

Kara: “Frak you Lee. Kara out.” Gods he made her so angry sometimes. It's no wonder they weren't friends anymore. Fine, if that's what he wanted that was just fine with her. She left the comm. hut and quickly got swallowed up by the crowd as she made her way back to the one person that DID love her.

But the call didn't go that way, thank the gods!

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “Wait one, Kara.”

Kara: “Lee? Lee? LEE?” She hung up the comm. as she heard a vaguely familiar sound, one that filled her with dread. She stumbled outside and looked up to see hundreds of Cylon raiders streaming by overhead. As she stood there with the Chief and Cally, she was glad that call hadn't gone that way.

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

Lee: “Wait one Kara.

Kara: She sat there listening to the chatter when she sat up suddenly as the chatter turned to frantic screaming. She could hear Helo in the background shouting, “We've been hit! We've been hit! And they're firing again!” And the comm. went dead.

Kara: “Lee? Lee? LEE?” Her heart pounded as she heard the familiar whine of Raiders flying overhead. She tried to raise the Pegasus on the comm. again and got nothing but static. She ran outside to see the Cylon ships overhead. Her heart dropped like a stone when she realized what must have happened to the Peggy. The Cylons had found her and were shooting her down.

Kara shuddered, glad that the nightmare was just that; a nightmare. But reality was just as bad. The Cylon Fleet had found them. Cylons had invaded the planet. And the Colonial Fleet had jumped away. Lee had jumped away.


Part III: Reality

Thousands of miles away they thought about each other and that one phone call. They each replayed it over and over again in their minds. There were a million ways the phone call could have gone, but there was only way that it did go.

Lee: “Hey, what's going on?”

Dee : “It's for you.”

Lee: “Who is it?”

Dee : “It's for you.”

Lee: “Right.”

Lee: “What do you want?”

Kara: “I need a favor.”

Lee: “Is that right?”

Kara: “I hear that you're, uh, hoarding a bunch of antibiotics for the pilots.”

Lee: “Where did you hear that?”

Kara: “Anders is sick. He has pneumonia, Lee. I think he might die.”

DRADIS blip

Dee : “Commander”

Lee: “Wait, yeah Lieutenant, what is it?”

Dee : “I'm not sure, picking up something on DRADIS.”

Lee: “DRADIS? How can you see anything in that soup?”

Dee : “There it is.”

Lee: “What is it?”

Dee : “Oh my gods. It's a Cylon fleet. They found us.”

They watched as five Cylon Basestars jumped into the space around them.

A few minutes later, Lee was talking to the Admiral.

Lee: “We have to get out of here, sir.”

Adama: “We can't just leave all those people behind.”

Lee: “There's nothing we can do. It's taken us forever just to get to action stations over here. We're in no shape for a fight, sir.”

Adama: “They'll be wiped out.”

Lee: “We have no choice. We need to get out of here right now.”

Helo: “All decks finally report condition one, sir. Should we launch the alert fighters?”

Adama: “No. Begin jump prep. We're leaving. But we'll be back. Start your prep.”

A few short minutes after that, the Fleet jumped away.

Back on the planet, Cylon raiders streamed by overhead. Centurions marched down the main muddy street through New Caprica, like the Nazis marching down the Champs-Elysees. Kara stood with the Chief and a very pregnant Cally.

Chief: “What do you want to do now, Captain?”

Kara: “The same thing we always do. Fight ‘em until we can't.”

She shivered at the possibility of things being left unsaid. She was glad they hadn't been disconnected before…

Dee : “Oh my gods. It's a Cylon fleet. They found us.”

Lee: “Frak me! Kara, they found us!”

Kara: “What?”

Lee: “The Cylons. They're here.”

Kara: “Lee, you have to go. Get the fleet out of here.”

Lee: “We're not leaving you behind.”

Kara: “Lee, there's no time to argue. You have to go, right frakking now! If we are to have any hope of survival at all you and the fleet need to go and you need to go NOW!”

Lee knew she was trying to be noble and once again was saving his ass. But he also knew she was right and he hated it. Not that she was right, but what that meant. It made him realize just how much he loved her, regardless of what had happened over the past year.

Lee: “Kara, you stay alive. You hear me? Whatever you do, you've got to stay alive. I will come for you. I will find you. Kara, I…”

Kara interrupted him, “I know Lee. I know. Now go. Save the fleet. Good hunting Apollo.” And the comm. went dead.

Lee: “Good hunting Starbuck,” he whispered.

Thousands of miles apart Lee and Kara stood, ready to battle the Cylons again. Thinking about a phone call that could have gone a million different ways than it did.