When Lee finally made it back to his quarters Dee was waiting for him, just as he expected. She cleaned the blood off his face and bandaged the gash in his forehead all the while complaining about Starbuck and telling him that he would be much better off without her in his life.

He tried to believe her, he really did. But he was like a moth to a flame. It didn't matter how many times he was burned by Kara's love or how many times she broke his heart. He couldn't seem to make himself stop loving her. He craved her in his heart and in his soul in a way he couldn't completely understand. Lee knew one thing for certain; he was tired of living his life without her.

He looked up at Dee and realized he had completely zoned out on what she was saying. "Sorry." He mumbled, "What were you saying?"

Dee gave him a predatory smile, pushing him to lie back on the bunk, "I said I'm going to make you forget all about Starbuck."

Her hands immediately went towards his tanks, tugging them off even when he made no move to help her. When her hands went to his fly he pushed them away.

She stared at him, "Come on Lee. We haven't made love in weeks." Her hands moved back to his pants. And he resolutely swatted them away.

Shaking his head, he told her, "I'm not in the mood. Not tonight."

He thought that was the end of it, but she continued to pester him throughout the night, until finally he snapped and told her, "Starbuck hits below the belt and I'm just not ready for that."

He had meant it as a general comment about Kara's behaviour, how it knocked him off balance and did not put him in the mood to have sex with his impatient wife. Dee took his comment literally though, giving her more fodder for her snide remarks about Kara, not that she needed any more ammunition at that point. She apologized to him, saying that she would wait until he was feeling up to it.

Lee didn't quite know how he could explain to his wife that he had no interest in their sex life. How do you tell the woman you married that you fantasize about someone else while you're inside her?

Lee knew the answer to that question, you didn't tell her.

He stared down at her, lying next to him. He suddenly felt claustrophobic in their rack and in their tiny private quarters, he needed out. He quickly got dressed in his tanks and cargo pants, leaving Dee unaware and slumbering behind him.

Lee headed to the gym, at 2am and after a dance it was likely to be empty. Emptiness was what he needed most at the moment; he was too overcome with emotions and turmoil to think straight.

He opened the hatch, happy to see that he had been correct; the gym was empty…except for the lone figure doing pull-ups in the corner.

Kara's smirk was firmly in place as she switched from pull-ups to simply swinging on the bar. She landed on her feet in front of him, "Fancy meeting you here, Apollo."

He gave her a small smile as they sat down on the bench together. "Long time no see Starbuck." He replied, eyes falling to her nose, which was looking a little swollen with a nasty cut on it. Obviously she had washed the blood off, but she hadn't bothered to put a band-aid on it or gotten stitches, both of which it looked like she needed.

Moving over to the first aid kit on the opposite wall, he left her sitting on the bench. He routed through the kit for a moment before he found a bandage the proper size. He sat back down on the bench and faced her curious eyes. He said nothing as he placed the band-aid over the cut on her nose and placed a quick kiss on top of it.

Both of them pulled away from each other, leaning back against the wall they stared at the fitness equipment for a few lengthy moments before Kara finally broke in with, "Did you just kiss my boo boo better, Lee?"

He turned to look at her, mirth shining in his eyes, "I guess I did." They chuckled.

A few moments passed, "I came to the gym to be alone." He told her.

She closed her eyes, laying her head against the wall as she responded, "So did I."

Her presence should have irritated him but some how it didn't. It didn't even bother him when her head landed up on his shoulder or when her fingers threaded through his own.

"Anders wants me back. He wants me to give our marriage another chance." She mumbled into his shoulder.

"Dee wants children." He supplied.

"I fraked Sam before I made it to the fight, I was too afraid that once I got into the ring with you that I would frak you instead of fight you." She confessed.

"I told my wife that you hit below the belt as an excuse not to sleep with her." He responded.

She chuckled and he joined her, "We are so fraked up I'm not even sure that's an accurate description anymore."

He nodded, slowly standing up. "We should get to bed." He noticed the twinkle in her eye as he said that, he quickly back peddled. "What I meant was—"

Kara grabbed her towel from the treadmill, "I know what you meant Lee. You have the hots for me. I get it." She grinned at him.

Lee rolled his eyes, "That's what I love about you Kara, you're so humble."

She held the door for him, "Don't forget about my patience, my modesty and my knack of always following orders."

"Of course not. I wouldn't want to forget any of those winning qualities." He replied, grinning at her antics as he walked her to the senior pilots bunk room.

She smiled at him, "I missed this."

He grinned, "Me too. You make my life a lot more interesting, Kara."

She smirked, standing outside the bunk room, "Everyone has a skill."

Lee opened the hatch for her, but grabbed her arm when she tried to enter. She turned and looked at him curiously, "What do you love about me Kara?" he asked her, knowing full well he was playing with fire.

She gave him a sweet smile, "I love the way you look at me Lee. You see everything but you still make me believe that I deserve some happiness in this world, even after all I've done."

He kissed her then, softly and sweetly because it was exactly what he needed in that moment.

She gave him a shy smile as she closed the hatch, "Goodnight Lee."