Word Count: 2,476
Date: November 2004
Series: Mini
Rating: T
Category: Character
Pairing/Focus: Tigh
Warnings: alcohol, swear words
Summary: Col. Tigh before the Destruction
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Battlestar Galactica 2003 is the creation of Glen A. Larson and
Ronald Moore. The characters in the story are the property of Glen A. Larson
and Ronald Moore. Battlestar Galactica 2003 is copyright of the Sci Fi
Channel. Battlestar Galactica is a trademark and copyright of Universal
Studios. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is gained by this work.
“I may be drunk but what I'm saying’s very important“. Tigh swayed back and forth but kept his eyes firmly trained on one spot.
“I’m your husband.”
Paul stumbled closer to the mirror and took another sip. Yes, this was how he would confront her...
“And a man. Andasaman…man, I tell you to stop fooling around with those…those others.” With a furious gesture he swung his hand around.
He pointed a finger at where he planed her to be, aiming at thin air. “You dare to awsk...ask why? Because they’re nothing. I’m an offisser and that makes me a man.”
Tigh took another sip. The liquid burned his throat and heated his stomach with all too familiar warmth, giving him the courage he sought. “They’re just felber, you know?“ He took a step backwards and stumbled over his feet. Somehow he managed to hold his bottle upright as he fell. “Ouuups.”
Using the wall for support, he pulled himself up again. “You laugh? Whass so funny, honey?” Didn’t you see how well I managed that one? That’s a Cccylon tryin’ to shoot me and I didn’t loose a drop.“
Paul laughed, challenging her. “That’s what a Colonel’s for. I can take on the world.” He curled his lips in disapproval.
The bottle shattered into thousand pieces when he slammed it down onto the table. “And I can take on bastards hitting on you!”
“Take this!” Tigh swung a right hook, a left hook, followed by an uppercut. And this kick would take out that son of a…
Paul had not paid attention to the spilled liquor. His foot slipped, and he crashed backwards into the wall, causing items to fall from his shelf unto him.
Dazzled, he looked around. The photograph of hers had fallen next to him. He brushed the broken glass off. His finger traced the smile, the eyes of his beloved wife.
Sobbing and exhausted, Paul lay on the floor. “Why? Why do you do that? I love you…”
The coolness of his quarter’s deck felt strangely comforting as he lay there.
P.S. Anyone out there who might beta- read this for me? The slurring in Tigh’s speech is intended. And is it Paul or Saul Tigh? Did his wife’s name get mentioned in the mini-movie? Is it clear where Tigh is and what he is doing?
Archivists: there are most likely still mistakes in it – I’ll send a corrected version to you as soon as I find someone who might help me get them out.