New Orders ((AU Lost Year RP for number_eight))

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"You've got to be kidding me." Lee all but gaped back at his father. The weekly meeting between the CO's of the only two existing human battlestars had started out just as it had over the last few weeks since the presidential election. With the entire fleet in parking orbit around New Caprica, it wasn't as if there was a lot to discuss other than fuel supplies and resignation letters. But these new orders had thrown the younger Adama for a loop.


"Not at all," replied Bill. "Just because Baltar wants to sit here and pretend as though the Cylons are never coming back, you and I both know it's only a matter of time. And intelligence is going to be our best resource."

Lee shook his head. "And what makes you think that we haven't learned everything we're ever going to learn from this... resource?"

Bill fixed his son with a hard look. "She's a Cylon. There's always more than what we're being told."

It wasn't as though Lee could much argue the point. No one knew how deep the infiltration of Cylon agents had gone, and what other models of the humanoid machines looked like. If the human race was going to survive, it needed to know all it could about the enemy trying to kill it. Lee understood the reasons, but there was still one other question to ask.

"Why me?"

The older man shifted uncomfortably in his chair, something that told Lee couldn't help but note. "After the... incident aboard Pegasus," Bill said, the euphemistic word clearly sitting very poorly with the Admiral, "it's clear that we need to take a different tack with this interrogation. The Cylon has feelings--"

"Manufactured feelings," said Lee.

"Manufactured or not, it's clear that these Cylon agents can be affected by psychological means."

Something very sickening roiled in Lee's gut. "Dad, you're not suggesting--"

"Of course not," Bill said through grit teeth. "Cain's men were animals and their methods abhorrent." The older man reached for the sideboard and poured them both a finger of ambrosia. "The 'Sharon' Cylon is programmed to believe it was a Colonial Officer. So I'm sending in a superior officer to debrief her."

Shaking his head, Lee was still dubious. "And after the... incident..." using the word in place of the truth turned his stomach, too. "What makes you think it'll trust a superior Colonial Officer, especially a male?"

"That's for you to figure out."

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Lee nodded to the Corpsmen standing to either side of the cell door. The huge, glass and steel-enclosed chamber was built to just about withstand a fully armed assault from inside, or from outside, and it made Lee nervous just to step into it. But he was about to do more than that.

He'd spent two days going over every text he could on prisoner interrogation, reading every paper on the subject that Pegasus' databanks still held. Lee's plans for the session had been written and rewritten a dozen times until he was hopeful that he would be able to at least begin building some kind of rapport with the Cylon agent.

'Sharon', Lee, he reminded himself silently, call her Sharon.

"Hello, Sharon," he said, his voice calm and even. "I brought you something."

Lee pulled a bundle from under his arm, setting on the end of the cot that was the only furniture in the cell until the Marines brought in a small table and two chairs. When he stepped back, the bundle rolled open to reveal a clean set of clothes-- underthings, pants, top, even a sweatshirt. Lee nodded to the two Marines, then took a seat.

The Corpsmen moved out of the cell, then locked the door with a solid clunk.

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No, Lee hated giving orders. He'd never asked to be in the Fleet, or a pilot, or be promoted to CAG and then XO and then CO on the Pegasus. First, it had been expectations and assumptions from everyone in the world who knew his father, and then after the attack, it had been responsibility. Lee could do these things, could take on these duties, so he did. But leading soldiers had never been his dream.

But to Sharon, he said, "Yes". Not because he wanted to give orders. Even as the pressure of his shaft pushing against her throat made him groan and pant, the understanding made itself known. He wanted control of something. This situation was going to be it. He could tell her what he wanted, and he had the power to give her what she wanted. Lee could be in charge of himself.

Sharon's mouth sped up and down his length. Lee felt tongue and lips and even teeth working on him, watched as Sharon's hair shook out loose and wild and fanned across his lap. He gasped as he felt her drawing him closer and closer to the end, faster and faster. "Gods, Sharon... I'm going to..."

Lee had only just the smallest bit more warning than he was able to give her before he exploded.

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Her hands were braced against his legs when he suddenly filled her mouth, and Sharon swallowed it all, gasping for breath afterwards as she took one arm and wiped her mouth with it. She looked up at him from where she was at, kneeling, and grinned.

"Knew you liked giving orders. Get out of my chair."

She stood up slowly, rearranging her hair and smoothing out the new clothes she had been given. She'd kept her her end of the "bargain" or "arrangement" or whatever the frak they were going to call this, and now she wanted him to keep up his end.

"Come visit me anytime you like, Lee. I can see that I'm not the only one who has certain needs that aren't being filled around here right now."

Otherwise, there would have been no frakking way he would have allowed a Cylon to touch him, let alone do what she'd just done. She whispered one last thing to him before turning her back.

"By the way? You taste great."

And maybe, maybe if she kept up the act, Sharon could fool herself into thinking that she was the one in charge of this situation after all.

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Lee's breath came in shudders as he watched Sharon swallow him down as if she'd been longing for it. Maybe she had-- not him specifically, but what he had given her, the contact she talked about. He stood on slightly weakened knees and straightened his clothes.

"I think we're both going to be addressing each other's needs quite a bit," he promised, and it seemed that neither of them would be much in opposition to it right then.

Her last words made it difficult for him to turn and call for the guards to open the cell instead of looking to do more "bargaining", but he did. Lee exited the brig, hoping that somehow, he'd be able to stay in control of himself, let alone Sharon. But he did know he'd be back, and soon.