May. 31st, 2008

stuck_in_cic: (Dee/Lee Goodbye)
President.

Dee watched as Colonel Tigh shut off the radio and immediately turned to do absolutely nothing at the console she was working on.

President.

Her gaze dropped from the panel to the small gold band that still graced her left ring finger. The fingers of her right hand twisted the metal for a moment before she shook her head and looked up again.

President.

She caught Colonel Tigh's look, but wasn't sure if what she saw there was pity, horror or worse, understanding. That they'd both been left behind by the people they had supported.

President.

Lee Adama, President of the Colonies. Had he seen this coming when he'd turned in his wings? When he'd walked away from everything? Dee had always known, deep down, that they weren't meant for forever, no matter how hard she'd hoped. No matter how much part of her still hoped.

President.

Pilot. Commander. Lawyer. Delegate. President. Each one signified a step that he took that was further from where she stood. And she'd thought she could hardly aspire to join Lee Adama, pilot. Her mind was still stuck on 'lawyer'. Where could he go from here? Commander, President... Lee Adama had essentially done everything that anyone could hope to do. Except sit back and watch.

President.

That was her job.


Dee Dualla
Battlestar Galactica
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