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The truth of the matter is, Lee's still trying to figure this place out.

Grounded for two months, and he's still not sure what the frak he's doing. In a lot of ways, it feels like those first few days after he gave his pins back to the Commander. He still wakes up early, 0500 in most cases, and lies awake in his apartment. But there's no briefing to go to, no flight rotation to plan out.

There's not even a defense to research for the trial.

For the first time in a long time, he feels almost free. Free and empty at the same time, and it's frakking weird.

He stares at his ceiling for almost an hour before he finally gets dressed in sweats and running shoes and heads out for a run.

Some habits die hard, he supposes.

Threaded | Flat

She still sees them sometimes. Star fields were there should be only gray stone walls, planets wheeling where there should be only sky. She's stopped cold on the park path, morning fog still swirling at her ankles, but Kara's a million jumps away, watching the slow spin of a nebula when she hears it, running steps in a pattern that she recognizes.

Turning, Kara pushes her hair back, a half-smile on her face as he approaches. "Frak sleep, right?"