Title: Facing Hejira: Falling to Olympus Author: Karolyn Gray Rating: G Spoilers: Season 3.01-3.06+ Characters: HotDog, Apollo Series: Facing Hejira Author's note: Facing Hejira is a series of drabbles and fics following the events on New Caprica. Unbeta'd. Facing Hejira: Falling to Olympus by Karolyn Gray Brendan Constanza was surprised when the movement out of the corner of his eye turned out to be Commander Lee Adama standing at the hatchway to the pilot's bunkroom. He briefly considered calling the room to attention but saw the quick shake of the Commander's head silently indicating his desire to remain unobtrusive. Not that it mattered much considering there were only four pilots present: himself just back from a shower, Kat running over some paperwork in her bunk, and Racetrack and Dragon sound asleep in their bunks. The rest of the pilots were still either on duty or celebrating elsewhere. Tossing his towel into his locker he considered Lee Adama's presence, noting the man looked unsure. Perhaps even lost. He fingered the wings on his flight suit hanging in his locker remembering clearly Apollo pinning those wings on him in a gesture of confidence and pride. Something Brendan had always given back to the Commander even as others mocked him behind his back for taking command of the Beast, for marrying Dee, for gaining weight. Unlike some he had wondered at the changes in his former CAG but a few discussions with Racetrack had him worried over what happened to the man he had respected so much that made him fall so far. Brendan shrugged. Who was he to judge anyone? A fleet academy wash out who had let his arrogance destroy his career and dreams before they had even begun. Brendan had decided after the worlds ended and he joined the Colonial Fleet that everyone deserved a second chance, even fallen gods. "Hey, Apollo. What brings you to pilot country?" Brendan felt inordinately pleased with himself to see the Commander's shoulders relax and a genuine smile come to the man's face. He ignored the dark look he could see flick across Kat's face. "Not much, Hot Dog. Just trying to wind down before finding a rack." Lee replied with a shrug. "Also, I just wanted to say you all did a great job out there." "Thank you, sir. So did you." He paused uncertainly. "I saw some of what you did for us. With the Pegasus I mean. She was a good ship." "Yeah, she was." Apollo murmured quietly. "Um. How many did we lose, sir?" Brendan asked hesitantly, regreting the look of sadness his question brought to Lee's face. "I don't know yet." Lee admitted. "We're still tallying up the butcher's bill. The Admiral's assigned me to get everything sorted out tomorrow. Guess I'll know then." "If you want to bunk here, you're old bunk is available." Brendan offered suddenly, wincing slightly as soon as he asked the question fearing he had overstepped his bounds. He half expected Kat to protest until he noted the look on her face. "I mean...uh...there's room for Dee..." "Dee's helping out with the refugees on the deck." Lee waved off his concern as he walked over to his old bunk and slowly sat down and exchanged a nod of greeting with Kat. "Feels good to be home." Brendan smiled at the murmured words. He turned to say something noticing the Commander was already sound asleep in the bunk. He ignored Kat's snort of derision, giving her a pointed look and mimicked popping a pill into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he was satisfied to see the shame of her past stim abuse could stil bring her down a peg when needed. Like now. They all made mistakes. It didn't mean Brendan intended to hold against anyone. Least of all Apollo, a man who had given him a second chance.