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Library, Sunday

Being himself this week meant Lee was a lot less rambunctious and a lot more calm during his library shift. He was still a little agitated for the fact that he'd lost something important but he wasn't taking that agitation out on the books or by running up and down the aisles.

No, later, he'd just punch a wall or something.

For now, he was paging through a catalog he'd requested on a whim, checking out a few different things and wondering if he could make it work. It was a complete whim and he still had no idea what he wanted to do after graduation but things were becoming a little clearer, at least.

And the catalog had pictures, if anything.

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He's quiet save for the tapping of his fingers against the desk.

Just like in the story. For about a week now, Cal had a stolen jar with a cardboard paper heart in it, which he'd actually attempted to just forget about, since it wasn't like whoever he'd swiped it from would realize who that little girl had been. But then then just sat on the back of Cal's mind, occasionally poking at him until he finally decided, with a little research and radio-listening, to find out who the jar belong to.

And then just prayed that Lee just took it back without any questions. Because, really, the guy had a heart in a jar; not quite as bad as having been raised as a girl, but still.

So he went into the library that morning and plunked the jar down on the desk.

"I think this is yours?"

Lee jumped at the plunking, looked up at Cal, looked down at the jar and was unable to keep the relieved smile off his face.

"It's mine, yeah," Lee said, curling a hand around it and bringing it closer to him carefully. "How in the frak did you get it?"

A reaction like that really did nothing to curb Cal's curiosity, and he couldn't help the quirk of his eyebrow but, mostly, he just shrugged.

"I found it," he said, internally marveling at how the best ideas (just lie, of course!) only came when it was down to the wire.

Or not, as he realized he didn't have a connection between finding it and knowing it was Lee's. Maybe the lucky guess excuse might work?

"You found it," Lee repeated, doing a quick check of the jar and the heart to make sure there hadn't been any damage (little kid hands and clumsiness). "Where at?"

"I don't remember," Cal said in an attempt to maintain his innocence and, with it, his masculinity. "It was somewhere really random, but, it's like, hey, a jar. With a heart in it. It's the kind of thing you pick up when you see it and maybe try to find its owner."

"You found it and...you figured out it was mine?" Lee asked. "I have the look of someone who'd own something like this?"

"Well...no," Cal admitted. "Not really. It was kind of a lucky guess. I figured it...belonged to someone, and just started going down the list of students and, well...You know. Adama. Right up there on top."

Jesus, Cal thought to himself, why isn't it this easy lying to girls?

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"So, you were prepared to find every single student and ask them if this belonged to them?" Lee asked in disbelief. "You were that determined to get this back to its owner?"

"You ever hear," asked Cal, "of that story by Edgar Allan Poe, the one where the guy kills a man and hides his heart under the floor or something, and then goes crazy because all he can hear is it thumping in his head?"

"Vaguely," he quipped sarcastically and nodded. "This was your that for you, huh?"

Cal nodded a little back. "Exactly," he said. "Either that, or I figured it's the kind of thing that might be cursed if it stayed in the wrong hands for too long."

"It's kind of odd that you can't remember where you found this thing but you were like haunted by it," Lee decided, tilting his head at Cal. "At least it wasn't in some dumpster...unless it was and you were really determined."

"Dude," Cal pointed out, "you're a guy who keeps some paper heart in a jar. If you want to talk about odd."

"Dude, it was a Valentine's Day gift from my girlfriend," he said, frowning. "Frak yes, I'm keeping it."

"But why a jar?"

It would be so much easier to hide that crap from other people and pinchy pirates without the jar.

"Why not in a jar?" Lee asked, shrugging. "Seems as good a place to put it as any."

"Isn't it a little...cumbersome?"

He knew it had been when he was five and trying to run away with it, anyway.

"Well, you know, I'm not carrying it to classes with me or running marathons," he said, shrugging. "I think this means a little more than some chocolate candy or flowers. It's more personal."

"Not if you make the candy yourself," Cal pointed out because, hey, that was what he'd done.

"She's not the candy making type," Lee non-explained. "For a few reasons but mostly because she knows that wouldn't freak me out like this gift did, at first."

"Freak you out?"

The reading has morphed into reading and note taking. The catalog's still open in front of him.

Here thar be dragons!

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