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~BSG: Single Hitch

Title:  Single Hitch
Author:  kastari

Summary:  People spend a lifetime searching for happiness, looking for peace.  They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them.  The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.  ~Ramona L. Anderson
Characters:  Bill Adama
Rating:  T
Word Count:  516
Author’s Note:  Written for the 1st makebillhappy challenge.  Prompt:  Make Bill happy out of uniform.
Additional Note:  The idea for this story was sparked by a discussion topic on thequorum

Disclaimer:  I'm just playing in Universal's sandbox.  


Single Hitch

The sun was high.  The sky was clear.  A warm breeze blew.

It was a beautiful day.  He’d lived many beautiful days since settling here.

He swung the ax.  

The log split with a resounding crack, its echo bouncing off the tree line.

Swing.  Smack.  Crack.  Swing.  Smack.  Crack.  Swing.  Smack.  Crack.

The echo bounced and bounced and bounced.

Enough wood for a good fire and then some.

Sweat glistened on his skin; he wiped it from his brow.  He’d become quite an outdoorsman.  A smile crossed his face.  She’d have been impressed.

He’d always imagined he’d spend his life with a good woman in a double hitch harness, pulling the load together as a team.  Build a home.  Raise a family.  Grow old together.  Enjoy life.  

He had the family, though not the one he’d dreamed about.  He’d had the woman, too.  

Past tense.

Life didn’t always give you what you wanted.  But then again, it really wasn’t about giving and receiving.  

In the end, it was all about timing, circumstances, and choices.  

It was really all about choices.    

He was alone.


He dreamed about her once.

“Are you happy?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

She was more beautiful than he remembered.  He breathed in her scent, reached out to touch her.

He met her serious gaze.  “Yes.” 

It was the truth.

Her eyes softened and she brushed his cheek softly with her finger tips.  She smiled, kissed him gently, and was gone.

She never came to him in dreams again.


He kept his promise.

Laid out the design.  Gathered materials.  Broke the ground.  Built it.  


The experience was his catharsis.  

Her cabin was now his cabin.

It was a peaceful place he’d chosen to realize her dream.

The lake really was clear as glass.


His day was done.

He sat in the living room on the old brown leather couch he had commandeered from Galactica.

Lee’s idea—leaving everything behind—was complete bullshit.

With age, came wisdom.  

He took a deep breath, leaned comfortably into the worn cushions, tipped his head back, and closed his eyes.  

It was a fuzzy concept, her question of long ago.  He’d spent a fair amount of time thinking about it.

A good book.  A stiff drink.  A fine smoke.  A hot bath.  Fresh coffee.  A solo flight in a Viper.  An honest day’s work.  A loyal dog.  Comfortable shoes.  A fast car.  Boxing.  Interesting conversation.  Solitude.  Walks through Galactica.  The feeling of solid ground beneath his feet.  The warmth of the sun on his face.  Dancing.  Star gazing.  Moonlight.  Night birds.  Jazz.  Time spent with family and friends.  Caprican blueberries.  Holding hands.  Making love.  Her snort.  Her laughter.  The sound of her voice.  Memories of the woman he loved.  A new life.  Being worthy of survival.  The easterly view.  

It was all about timing, circumstances, and choices.

It was really all about choices.

He was alone.

But in the end, his life in a single hitch harness was good.  

Pleasure.  Engagement.  Relationships.  Meaning.

The state of mind was a personal endeavor.

William Adama made himself happy.



( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 3rd, 2011 05:27 pm (UTC)
The lake really was clear as glass.

I know this wasn't meant to be sad--that's the whole point of the story!--but that line made me tear up a little. It's such a poignant detail.

But thankfully, you took a swipe at Leemo, and then I felt that balance was restored. :-D
Jun. 3rd, 2011 06:32 pm (UTC)
Lovely story.

Sweat glistened on his skin; he wiped it from his brow. He’d become quite an outdoorsman. A smile crossed his face. She’d have been impressed.

I can totally picture Bill being happy swinging his axe and doing physical labour.

I love Bill realising Laura's dream.
Jun. 7th, 2011 04:38 pm (UTC)
I couldn't be more impressed with the very original way in which you have used the prompt here. This is wonderfully thought provoking exploration of the nature of happiness and what it takes to achieve it.

Although I must confess I am not completely sure that Bill would be able to find this happiness within himself, you have made a convincing case for his doing so and I find this depiction of him compelling and very appealing. I would love to believe that after all the unforeseen and/or undesired circumstances of his life, all the hardship and responsibility thrust upon him and the cruel curtailment of his life with Laura, he could find peace and contentment in this simple existence, the knowledge of the love he'd shared and in her dream made his reality.

Honestly, I haven't done this justice, articulacy seems to have deserted me, but suffice it to say that I found this to be a moving, intelligent and engaging piece of work. Thank you very much.

Jul. 8th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)
Lovely. He did make himself happy, but because he had those choices and those experiences. If she hadn't come in his life, he wouldn't be the Bill he is today and maybe he wouldn't be quite so happy.

This was lovely!
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