Celeste sat up in bed. No, it wasn't her bed. It was a couch. Someone's couch. Apollo's couch.

"Frack!" She checked her chronometer, "double frack with a side of felgercarb! I'm late!" She stood up and grabbed her flight jacket. As she headed for the door, a thought crossed her mind.

What was I doing in Apollo's quarters?

Another thought crossed her mind. The memory of ambrosia flitted to her. A lot of ambrosia. And being carried…somewhere…by someone strong and hilariously funny, though she couldn't remember why he was so funny.

Apollo. He probably just wanted to keep an eye on me. Not that I blame him. I was really out of it. Hope I didn't do anything I'll regret later.

Stepping into the bright lights of the hall, she realized that she very much regretted getting drunk.

What a hangover. I think I should swear off parties for a while.

She giggled, thinking about the last few she'd been to, then regretted the giggling because it joggled her already swimmy brain.

Dizzy and groggy and seized with a horrendous headache, Celeste groped her way back into Apollo's couch. From his corner, Muffit II watched her flop in and not move. He whined a little, but she was still breathing so he returned to guard mode.

Suddenly she jumped upright, "What if the guys find out where I spent the night?"

Muffit whined again, but this time it sounded more like a groan.

"You're right," Celeste flopped, groaning, herself, with the headache, "my reputation's pretty much shot by now anyway."

Muffit monitored her breathing as it became more and more relaxed, so he settled in once more.

"Hey!" she opened her eyes, "That means I could do whatever I wanted and it wouldn't matter!"

Muffit rotated his ears and yapped.

"Yeah, I sort of do that already." She sighed. By now her head was really throbbing, but it was the drowsiness that was really bothering her.

She and Muffit both quieted down, finally.

As if on cue, the Galactica shift-change bell rang, shrill and clear, throughout each room and the halls outside them.

Celeste pulled a throw pillow over her head, groaning.

The lights flipped on, and Captain Apollo rushed out of his room, fully dressed and ready to go.

"Aggh!" Celeste reacted to the lights, hurling the throw pillow, "Off! Off!"

"Whow!" Apollo was hit square in the face.

Celeste sat up quickly, ignoring the swirling in her head, "Captain! I ah, didn't see you!"

Apollo picked up the pillow; "You have really good aim for someone who couldn't see."

"Thanks!" she squinted and grinned weakly.

The captain gave her a glance, "I'm not sure that was a compliment."

"Hey," Celeste shrugged, "I'll take what I can get."

Apollo threw the pillow back at her, "You're crazy, you know that?"

She caught it and grinned, tossing it back playfully. Apollo ducked this time and it hit Muffit just as Boxey came out from the bedroom.

"Miss Celeste, Muffy can't pillow fight!" the boy informed her, "He doesn't have hands." Then he looked confused, "Why are you on our couch?"

"The floor was taken," Celeste indicated Muffit.

Boxey shook his head, "You're crazy, you know that?"

"So I've been told," Celeste gave Apollo a wry grin, wondering what the captain was telling his son about her. She stood up shakily, "Oooh," she flopped again, face into the couch. A muffled "Felgercarb" came from her direction.

Apollo shook his head at her, "You better stay there for a while, Lieutenant."

"But…" came the reply.

"Boxey'll look after you," Apollo smiled, "Right, Boxey?"

"Yes, Sir!" Boxey nodded enthusiastically.

"You see?" Apollo picked up the pillow for the second time, "You're in good hands." He carefully placed the pillow under her head.

Very good hands. Celeste thought, but not about Boxey. She mumbled her gratitude and wished she could wake up a little more.

"I'll be back before you know it." Apollo hesitated, and then leaned down to kiss her hair before leaving the room.

Boxey immediately went to the couch, "Okay, Miss Celeste! What do you want to do first?"

"Miss Celeste wants to sleep," she mumbled.

Boxey looked crestfallen, "Oh. I thought you were just pretending for Dad."

Celeste shook her head, but opted against using such a movement again until someday when the whirling cleared. Instead, she slowly moved her face out of the pillow.

"How about a game?" she suggested.

Boxey grinned, "Starbuck's been teaching me tricks in Pyramid!"

"Actually, I had something else in mind," Celeste pulled a handful of cubits out of her pocket and handed them to the boy, "Hide these all around the room, then have Muffy find them."

"That's too easy." Boxey shook his head.

"Here's the catch though," Celeste tried to smile mysteriously, "You have to do it with the lights off, and you also have to try not to wake the security system, which is me."

Boxey looked doubtful, but took the cubits, "Okay, we'll try it. What if I lose some?"

"That's okay," Celeste snuggled in, "I have plenty."

"Shall I start now?"

"Yes, now would be wonderful."

The lights turned off.