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Study Hall, Monday

Kerrigan wasn't entirely sure how she kept getting roped into these things, but she entered the Study Hall room properly armed with donuts, coffee, painkillers and what appeared to be a day-old pizza.

And guns, of course. Just not particularly visible ones. It was a school environment, after all.

She sat down behind the desk, sagged, and prepared for a long and probably mostly unproductive day.

[ ~~wait for the ocd~~ open omg ]

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He almost wished she had lost those memories, just for a day and just because it'd amused him to meet her life that.

He didn't say that out loud though.

"Painkillers work wonders."

Kerrigan narrowed her eyes at him. "So they do," she muttered. "Don't you have work?"

"I'm working," he said and tapped his notebook. "I can talk at the same time. It's called multitasking."

And that got him a glare of death. "Really, smartass?" she asked, "Be careful you don't forget to breathe in the process."

"Smartass isn't my name," Lee said, apparently with some sort of death wish this afternoon. And he'd been having such a normal conversation. "It's Lee."

"Yeah, I remember. Lee Adama, stupid kid from my class, the." More narrowing of the eyes, "And you're cruising for a detention at this rate, boy." Or a needle in the back.

"Hey, I made it through your detention," Lee said a bit smugly (which was stupid but hey), "which means I can't be that stupid. I've been doing pretty frakking well in your class."

Again, dumb.

"Good," Kerrigan said, just this side of snarling, "Then you can prove just how 'frakking well' you do in detention this week."

He made a face and managed to keep his mouth shut.

Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't thinking that she'd started it and frakking, stupid detentions. Mostly that she'd started it.

"Don't even think about it," she warned him.

"Think about what?" Lee asked, playing dumb.

"Polka dots or whining or whatever the hell it is."

"Not a fan of polka dots?" Lee asked, just intent on pressing his luck. "I bet they'd look good on you."

Kerrigan's eyes snapped up to meet his with a steely kind of menace. "I could kick your ass, Adama," she growled, "Don't give me an excuse. Now get back to work before I slap you with another five rounds of detention."

He made one more face and dropped his head back to his work, surely not thinking that she and his father would get along nicely and how she even resembled...

He cut that thought off.

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