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Title: The House in the Clearing
Author: [livejournal.com profile] plaid_slytherin
Summary: Kara and Lee live life on New Caprica.
Characters: Kara/Lee, Bill/Saul
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
Beta Thanks: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] newnumbertwo for taking care of this on such shot notice!
Brief Description of the AU: Kara and Lee choose to stay together that morning on New Caprica, instead of going with Sam and Dee. (Bill is in the original, but I added Saul, as a little bird told me they might be welcome. :))

Link to the originating AU Fic(s): The Morning After the Night Before


Every morning was the same for Lee. He'd wake, first disoriented by the sound of birdsong, then disoriented by Kara next to him.

It's a dream, the voice in his head said. It's not real; it's not really her.

And then, he'd wake fully and it would all came back to him. Their half-finished house in the sun-dappled clearing, Kara's hair spread out on the pillow next to him. They hadn't gotten around to a bed yet, so they were still sleeping in sleeping bags, but at least they called it the bedroom, as Kara insisted.

The only problem was that there was nothing else in the bedroom, and it didn't have a roof.

Lee let his eyes adjust to the gray light of morning and took everything in as if for the first time. Their boots by the doorway, Kara's fallen over, his standing up. Her jacket hanging over the door that didn't quite close all the way.

He closed his eyes and breathed in, then out.

It had really happened. They'd chosen each other.

He let himself settle back into Kara's warmth. There was no reason to move quite yet.

Then, it hit him.

His father.

“Kara, get up.” Lee tried to stand, then realized they'd zipped the sleeping bags together the night before. He stumbled, which just made Kara laugh as he untangled himself.

Even then, he didn't mind—she was beautiful in the predawn light, rolled on her back, shaking with mirth. It reminded Lee of that night under the stars, the night before they'd come back to each other, once and for all.

“What?” she asked, while gasping for breath. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason.” He leaned over her and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, hoping to pull him down on top of her, but he resisted.

“We have to get up,” he repeated, kissing her again. “My father's coming today.”

“Oh, that's right.” Kara didn't look remotely as distressed to hear this as Lee was. He knew she and his father had always gotten along much better and now that there was a house thrown in, Kara certainly cared less about making a good impression with it than Lee did. She made no move to get up.

“I'm getting dressed,” Lee informed her, heading across the room to their makeshift dresser—an old locker salvaged from Galactica. “Then, I'll go get some water,” he said.

“Okay. I'll get up in a minute.” Kara rolled over, throwing her arm over her face, like she had no intention whatsoever of getting up anytime soon.

Lee didn't mind; he liked having the early mornings to himself. He wasn't sure how long they'd have the summer and there was no way to tell how bad the winters might get on New Caprica, so he was enjoying this while it lasted. They had noticed a slight chill setting into the mornings and the evenings and Lee suspected fall wasn't too far away.

By the time he brought back enough water from the river for washing and breakfast, Kara really was up and puttering around in the kitchen.

“Don't be nervous,” she said, accepting one of his buckets. “What do you think they'll do?”

“I'm not nervous,” Lee said. “It's just their first time seeing the place. I wonder what they'll think.”

“I'll tell you what they'll think.” Kara put the kettle on for tea. “They'll be impressed by the fantastic house we were able to build.” She waved her hand to indicate the small cabin, which had two rooms—the bedroom, with its minimal furniture and tarp for a roof and the other room, which was a kitchen when you were by the fireplace and a dining room when you were by the table. At least this half of the house had a roof.

“Maybe.”

Kara smirked. “They'll be impressed. They're still on Galactica. They don't come down here too much anyway. It's not like they go in other peoples' houses.”

Lee paused. “I wonder how long this is going to last,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “These ships in orbit. The military.”

Kara sighed and pushed her hair back from her face. “Did you want this? To move down here? You could have had Pegasus...”

Lee pulled her to him, looking her square in the eye. “Kara, that was the last thing that mattered then.” He kissed her. “What mattered was being with you. Here, or on Galactica, or on Pegasus or anywhere. It was you, Kara Thrace, and I'll go wherever you are.”

She stared at him for a moment, not blinking. Then, her face split into that grin he loved. “Damn, Lee, you really do have a way with words.”

He shook his head and kissed her quickly. “I mean every one.”

She made a noise low in her throat and deepened the kiss, sliding her fingers into his hair. Lee had a feeling they were done cleaning up and let her pull him back into the bedroom.

**

They were late. It wasn't that Lee was really nervous. He just noticed they were late.

“They'll come,” Kara said. “They probably got lost.”

Lee jammed his hands into his pockets. Great. The last thing he needed was for them to get lost.

She didn't seem fazed. Of course she didn't. That was Kara, taking everything perfectly in stride while Lee got bent out of shape. He took a deep, calming breath. They were probably just lost. Kara and Lee had settled a bit out of what was rapidly becoming the town, and it wasn't like there were any road signs or maps. They'd built their house near that stand of trees, the white ones with the black inside. Kara liked being near the temple and Lee liked the water. He'd been raised without religion, but sometimes, in the early morning when he sat by the river, he could almost understand why people believed in something.

Kara cocked her head. “Listen. Here they come.”

All Lee could hear was the trickling of the river, but then he heard his father crunching nuts.

“She said their house would be around here somewhere,” Tigh said.

“It's just a little further.” Crunch, crunch.

“You know I hate that.”

“That's why I do it.”

Beside him, Kara grinned. “Told you.”

As they came into view, Lee could see they'd dispensed with uniforms for the day and were wearing civilian clothes. He was surprised at first and it made him realize how little he'd seen his father out of uniform over the years. Even when Lee was a young child, his father had seemingly always been in uniform, especially after the divorce when visits had become far rarer. It made him look more relaxed, especially with the mustache and longer hair.

“Starbuck,” Tigh said by way of greeting. “You mind telling me why you had to build your house in the middle of nowhere?”

“So you'd have to walk a ways to get here, old man.” She grinned, then came over to hug him.

Lee still didn't quite understand how Kara and Tigh had become friends. He supposed he'd have to add it to the list of things he didn't quite “get” about her. Once it had been a far longer list, but there were a few things he was still working out. He supposed it would be an ongoing thing.

“Hello, son.” His father put a hand on his shoulder. “You look good. Living down here suits you.”

Lee smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” He hugged him.

“And Kara,” Bill whispered in his ear. “She suits you, too.”

Suddenly, Lee felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if something had been lifted from his shoulders. Despite what his father had said that morning, Lee had never been quite certain that he'd done the right thing. He knew he'd done the right thing for him, the right thing for Kara, but he hadn't spent too much time considering what others might think. Kara certainly didn't, but Kara was Kara, and Lee wasn't used to making decisions without a whole chart of all the pros and cons, how everyone he knew would be affected.

“What have you got to eat?” Tigh asked, pulling Lee from his thoughts. “I'm hungry after all that hiking.”

**

Lunch went well, which made Lee relax even more. He was getting more used to the idea, that this was his home, this was his family.

“So, how long are you going to stay up there?” Kara asked, pointing her fork upward to indicate orbit. “You can't stay forever.”

The two men exchanged glances.

“Actually,” Bill said, “we were thinking of doing just that.”

“You should, Dad,” Lee said. “It would be nice having you around.”

Tigh gave him an odd look, but his father merely smiled. Kara grinned. “Lee's right. It would be nice having you nearby.”

Tigh went back to his soup. “You just want help finishing that roof.”

“We'll help you with your house, too.”

Bill smiled. “We'll definitely talk about it.” He gave Lee a long look and Lee had the funny feeling that maybe his father pushing him toward Kara had been what gave the elder Adama the courage to make a similar choice for himself.

They left after lunch, citing having to get back on duty and the way Bill looked grim when he said it made Lee suspect that it wouldn't be long before they had some neighbors in the stand of white trees.

“They really are cute,” Kara said, leaning against the doorjamb and watching as the two men ambled down the path.

“If I'd told you a year ago that you'd be calling Saul Tigh cute...”

Kara snorted. “I know, right.” She sighed. “I guess all this crap changed us.”

“For better or for worse.”

Kara rolled her eyes, but she leaned back against Lee, inviting him to put his arms around her. “I guess you're right.”

For a moment, Lee was back on that first night, when they'd just met, but he pushed it from his mind. This was as good as a fresh start, and even if it wasn't that, then they were done avoiding each other.

“I guess our house needs a roof,” she said. “Before the old man and Tigh finally get their act together and ask for help building their house before winter sets in.”

Lee's eyes widened. “Oh gods. If they don't decide until late fall, they'll stay with us...”

Kara started to laugh. “I'd almost pay to see that. You and Tigh in this little house all winter.”

“Maybe we should build them a house while they're still deciding.”

She laughed. “That had crossed my mind. But first...” She pulled him against her. “Let's enjoy this privacy while we've still got it.”

Lee was only happy to let her guide them to a suitable place, which, this time, happened to be the kitchen floor—or was it the dining room floor? It was pretty much equidistant between the fireplace and the table.

He didn't care. He didn't care if they never had a real bed and were frakking on the floor for the rest of their lives. He didn't care if winter came tomorrow, if his dad walked in on them. He didn't care if leaving Pegasus hadn't been the right choice—it had been his choice, and for what seemed like the first time ever Lee Adama had made up his own mind.

It wasn't clear yet what the consequences were—who could say if the Cylons would come back, if the military would be needed. He hadn't been thinking about all the factors when he'd made the decision. He'd only been thinking about one thing.

Lee Adama loves Kara Thrace.

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