What the frak?
Right. Beer.
Right. Beer.
Mar. 3rd, 2009
Jan. 9th, 2009
Dec. 20th, 2008
( Private )
Nov. 26th, 2008
Oct. 17th, 2008
Third Person Closed -- Virgin Plot
Lee was sitting in the den of his (dead) father's house, brooding.
This wasn't new or unusual. Even though Lee Wilder did his best to affect a cool and untouchable demeanor, he was far too much Lee Adama to completely avoid brooding. It was in his blood. It was in his soul. Emotions were tangled up and messy and frustrating for him, veering every which way and rarely following any logical pattern.
He hated his father; he was staying in his boyhood home, slowly clearing out his father's things, reluctant to change anything.
He loved his brother; he had no idea how to tell him or show him beyond handing him a beer in the evening and not making fun of his hair.
He and Allison were long-separated; he couldn't divorce her, not after the child they'd had and lost together.
He wanted Kara; he did his best to keep her at arm's length.
Emotions, Lee decided, were stupid. But the stupidest thing of all was the fact that he was holding on so tight to Allison because of their lost child...when the child wasn't even his. It couldn't be his--he was a fraking virgin of all things.
It didn't make him love William less. It did, however, leave him wondering why he was acting as Allison's meal ticket so many years later. It just didn't make any sense.
"Frak it," Lee said, standing. He fished out his phone as he grabbed his keys, calling the family lawyer. "I'd like divorce papers drawn up," he said, locking the door behind him and striding toward his truck. "Yeah, I'm on my way now."
This wasn't new or unusual. Even though Lee Wilder did his best to affect a cool and untouchable demeanor, he was far too much Lee Adama to completely avoid brooding. It was in his blood. It was in his soul. Emotions were tangled up and messy and frustrating for him, veering every which way and rarely following any logical pattern.
He hated his father; he was staying in his boyhood home, slowly clearing out his father's things, reluctant to change anything.
He loved his brother; he had no idea how to tell him or show him beyond handing him a beer in the evening and not making fun of his hair.
He and Allison were long-separated; he couldn't divorce her, not after the child they'd had and lost together.
He wanted Kara; he did his best to keep her at arm's length.
Emotions, Lee decided, were stupid. But the stupidest thing of all was the fact that he was holding on so tight to Allison because of their lost child...when the child wasn't even his. It couldn't be his--he was a fraking virgin of all things.
It didn't make him love William less. It did, however, leave him wondering why he was acting as Allison's meal ticket so many years later. It just didn't make any sense.
"Frak it," Lee said, standing. He fished out his phone as he grabbed his keys, calling the family lawyer. "I'd like divorce papers drawn up," he said, locking the door behind him and striding toward his truck. "Yeah, I'm on my way now."
Oct. 16th, 2008
( Private )
Oct. 4th, 2008
Sep. 27th, 2008
Stuck my head out just long enough to see what was happening.
Yeah. Not doing that again.
Yeah. Not doing that again.
Sep. 26th, 2008
Sep. 23rd, 2008
Sep. 17th, 2008
Sep. 7th, 2008
Right, phone off.
Thank God I don't have kids. I would have just lost custody.
Thank God I don't have kids. I would have just lost custody.
Sep. 4th, 2008
Aug. 27th, 2008
Third Person Introduction
He'd been in Iraq for over eight months when the call came.
Lee should have seen it coming. No one was immortal, after all, and the old man had his share of troubles since his career-ending injury. But he hadn't seen it coming--he'd been knocked on his ass by the news, blinking dimly at the tent wall and vaguely glad no one was there to see him.
His father had seemed too...too something to die. The words kept circling around, but he couldn't land on any one of them. Stubborn? Evil-tempered? Strong? Cruel? Eternal?
"Yeah, sure," he said, feeling strange, then, "Yes sir." Because his father had been the kind of man who inspired Colonels to take time out of their busy schedules to call up distant sons with the bad news.
Everything happened too fast after that. His team was excused back to base--Tampa, to the old family home he hadn't seen in years. Flights were arranged. Leave was granted, and when Lee tried to deny it, forced upon him. The next thing he knew, he was standing at the end of the walkway staring up at the house he'd left behind ages ago. Feeling the strange mix of defiance and queasy acquiescence that fired his blood since he was a kid.
Lee dropped his duffel into the grass and walked away, pocketing his aviators. He drew a deep breath, all of it sinking in--hitting him hard. Ross wasn't there yet. His brother wouldn't be there for awhile.
And there was no fucking way he was spending the night in his father's house.
He turned on his heel and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. The cell phone was out as he strode down the street, dialing information. The sun was hot and bright overhead.
And they were shooting a skin flick three houses down.
Lee slowed to a stop, closing the phone with a click. He blinked at the set, tucked away but impossible to miss. He'd seen some pretty fucked up things in his life, but that spread-legged chair was something else entirely.
"...huh," he said, blinking owlishly.
Then he kept walking.
**
Name: Lee Wilder / Lee Adama
Domain of: Hathaway
Library Section: Television
Power: Persuasiveness and charisma: Lee can make people believe what he tells them, make them believe in him, but only when he feels strongly about the subject/issue.
Lee should have seen it coming. No one was immortal, after all, and the old man had his share of troubles since his career-ending injury. But he hadn't seen it coming--he'd been knocked on his ass by the news, blinking dimly at the tent wall and vaguely glad no one was there to see him.
His father had seemed too...too something to die. The words kept circling around, but he couldn't land on any one of them. Stubborn? Evil-tempered? Strong? Cruel? Eternal?
"Yeah, sure," he said, feeling strange, then, "Yes sir." Because his father had been the kind of man who inspired Colonels to take time out of their busy schedules to call up distant sons with the bad news.
Everything happened too fast after that. His team was excused back to base--Tampa, to the old family home he hadn't seen in years. Flights were arranged. Leave was granted, and when Lee tried to deny it, forced upon him. The next thing he knew, he was standing at the end of the walkway staring up at the house he'd left behind ages ago. Feeling the strange mix of defiance and queasy acquiescence that fired his blood since he was a kid.
Lee dropped his duffel into the grass and walked away, pocketing his aviators. He drew a deep breath, all of it sinking in--hitting him hard. Ross wasn't there yet. His brother wouldn't be there for awhile.
And there was no fucking way he was spending the night in his father's house.
He turned on his heel and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. The cell phone was out as he strode down the street, dialing information. The sun was hot and bright overhead.
And they were shooting a skin flick three houses down.
Lee slowed to a stop, closing the phone with a click. He blinked at the set, tucked away but impossible to miss. He'd seen some pretty fucked up things in his life, but that spread-legged chair was something else entirely.
"...huh," he said, blinking owlishly.
Then he kept walking.
**
Name: Lee Wilder / Lee Adama
Domain of: Hathaway
Library Section: Television
Power: Persuasiveness and charisma: Lee can make people believe what he tells them, make them believe in him, but only when he feels strongly about the subject/issue.
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