You know the world's over when the most precious commodity in the human race is soap. Yes, soap. That's what people use to trade in the rest of the fleet. Lucky for me, the fine men on the Pegasus still use money. If I can't spend my night off at home playing cards with my friends, the least I can do is spend the night robbing my 'peers' blind. So… here I go.


Starbuck walked down the hall into the rec room. Sure enough, there was a game of cards being played.

"How much to get in?" asked Kara.

"You sure you want in? We don't play kitty cards girl," said some random 'superior' asshole.

"I'm sure," so Kara bought in, and the games began. Pretty soon Kara had used her luck and most of the other guys were broke.

"How 'bout this. Instead of cubits, we bet soap," said Kara when people started leaving because they had no more money.

"Soap? Sure," and most of the guys dumped five blocks of soap onto the table. It was soon Kara's. Soon the other players were betting anything they had. They were all hooked, and would never stop 'till they gained back every fracking penny. Kara had a gift.

"So, whats next?"

"I got this…uhhhh…piece of chocolate," said a guy hopefully.

"No go. Way too much chocolate on the table."

"You just said you can never get enough chocolate."

"I lied. Anything else? Cuz otherwise, your out."

"Bitch. You know what? I think your cheating," and he punched her. Hard. Just as Kara was falling, Lee came in.

"What the frack was that for?" said Lee to the guy who had just hit his best friend, prized pilot, and secret romantic interest.

"She was cheating!"

"You should know- Kara never cheats at cards." Lee picked Kara up and carried her to her temporary bunk (temporary until they get back home to Galactica). After taking off her boots and laying her down, he left.


Lee made his way into the kitchen, where he mixed 'borrowed' green and yellow food dye. When he got back to the bunk room, he sprinkled the mixture onto the bunk of the pilot unfortunate enough to have hit his Starbuck.


Sure enough, the next morning Lee woke to the sound of jeering pilots. It seemed someone had noticed the yellowish liquid on the dude's bunk.

"Bed wetter, bed wetter, look at the bed wetter," sang the pilots.

"A classic always does work best," thought Lee.


Later on that day Lee was approached by a bruised looking Starbuck.

"It seems you finally realized that it's much more fun to take the stick OUT of your ass"


A/N This got taken off because of the rating, so im reposting it with a higher rating. i also proofread this. A Blip Can Do Amazing Things also got taken off, but im kinda bored with that, so its staying off. Im currently working on another crossover story, but someone else started it! i forgot what it's called, but its shaping up. i think...