They fell into an easy sleep, Adama dreaming that he was on a ship, naval uniform just like those he had seen on his travels, hair long and bound up in a pigtail, wind in his face, pistol in his belt that took a frakking age to load.

Horatio dreamed as he had never done before; his own command - that was nothing new - Archie at his side - neither was that - but this ship sailed among the stars and that was something he had never even contemplated.

*loves you like forever* That was a fantastic ending to a really sweet/crazy/hilarious/sad fic--and that's not an easy thing to pull off!

And you should so, definitely, please, pretty please, write Archie/Reed. That would be glorious.