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Title: Worth Fighting For
Summary: One night on New Caprica was all it took to change the lives of Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace and Lee 'Apollo' Adama. One night was all it would take for the two to realize what was worth fighting for.
Rating: At the moment, I'm just keeping this piece of work PG-13. But hey, at some point, this might make a combat turn and cruise on down to R-rating, and even though I SERIOUSLY doubt this'll happen at all, NC-17. You never know, really.
Disclaimer: As depressed as I am about saying this, I don't own Battlestar Galactica – not the ideas, nor the characters. They sure as hell belong to the directors though….damn them for making Lee Adama so drool-worthy and Starbuck so badass. Oh well. :P
And now! (drum roll begins) The moment you've all been waiting for….FANFIC TIME!! (pulls spastic happy dance) Woot!! :D Anyway, I'll let you people get to reading now. When you're done, REVIEW PLEASE! REVIEWS ARE POWER!! (strikes a pose) Now get a job!
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It was early morning as Kara stumbled into her quarter's bathroom in a state of nausea. She collapsed on the floor, bent her head over the steel toilet bowl, and emptied the freakishly rainbow-colored contents of her stomach into it. After a minute of repeating the process, Kara rested her head against the sink, and gulped in as much air as her lungs would allow her to. Gods, she felt like shit; her head was reeling, her stomach was burning, and she felt cramped and sore in every place she could think of. Kara hadn't felt this bad since she had the stomach flu a few weeks ago.
A sudden knock on the door jolted Kara out of the state of exhaustion she'd started to slip into. "What?" she grumbled tiredly.
"Captain Thrace?"
Kara immediately recognized Hotdog's worried voice on the other side of the bathroom door. "Hotdog?"
"Yes sir. You all right in there?"
"Just fine, lieutenant," she lied as she hoisted herself up off the floor and flushed away the evidence of her nausea. She was anything but fine at the moment, but really wasn't in the mood to say so to Hotdog.
She opened the door, and found him staring at her with concern in his eyes. "How long have you been up?" Kara yawned.
Hotdog shrugged. "Since you started doing whatever the hell it was in the bathroom."
"Oh...you didn't have to sacrifice your snoozetime for me, kiddo. I'm gonna be fine." She gave him a gentle noogie. "Hit your rack for a couple more hours, 'kay? You're gonna need the rest."
"Yes sir. Just making sure you weren't barfing up a lung of something like that."
"Nah. I think it was my stomach telling last night's algae to frak off," Kara half-smiled, even though she didn't really think that was why her stomach had been acting funky for the past month.
A tired Hotdog obediently trudged back to his bunk, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Kara, on the other hand, gingerly repositioned herself on her bunk, and grasped her stomach.
About a bazillion odd thoughts were going through Kara's head as she stared at the ceiling. She found it weird when her thoughts drifted to Helo's wife, Sharon, and when she'd been pregnant. She remembered how Sharon would bitch about "morning sickness" and the fact that her kid would completely sap her energy every single day. Even weirder though, was the fact that pregnancy made Kara think about Lee Adama and that one night they spent together on New Caprica. She shivered slightly as she remembered the warmth of his skin against hers, and the giddiness and joy that welled up in her as he shouted, "LEE ADAMA LOVES KARA THRACE!" to the night sky.
Kara suddenly gasped. People got pregnant and had babies when they had sex. People also barfed like nobody's frakking business during month one. All she could think about was that it had been a couple months since her and Lee's New Caprica incident, that she'd been puking her guts out since then, and that she couldn't remember the last time she'd had her period. Which meant....
"I'm probably pregnant," Kara whispered flabbergastedly before vaulting out of her bunk and on to the floor of her quarters. "FRAK ME!"
Hotdog, who had been startled awake by Kara's outburst, sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Woulda figured you'd hit your rack too, Captain."
"Shove it, Hotdog. Anybody comes looking for me and asks where I am, tell them I'm with Sharon."
He nodded, then collapsed back on his bunk. "Emotions are more colorful than a frakking mood ring," Hotdog grumbled to himself, unaware that Kara's sudden hitch in feelings wasn't really a Starbuck-like thing she went through on a daily basis.
Ignoring the little comment about her emotions, Kara dashed out of the pilot's bunk area, and headed towards the family quarters.
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In the five minutes it took her to sprint down the halls to the family quarters, Kara had managed to wake up every single person on board the Galactica with her screams of "SHARON! SHARON!" and rantings about her possible pregnancy. She finally skidded to a stop and stared at the hatch standing in front of her - Helo's, Sharon's, and Hera's quarters.
Out of breath and bursting with energy, Kara banged her slightly-calloused fists on the hatch to the quarters as hard as her viper-flying body would let her, and frantically called out for Sharon.
"Sharon! Sharon, it's Starbuck! Wake up!"
When she heard nothing but lazy silence for a few seconds, Kara's hands battered the hatch even harder. "Sharon Agathon, wake the frak up before I come in there and drag your naked cylon ass out here!" she threatened irritably.
At last, the sound of somebody groaning and trudging over to the entrance on the other side brought Kara's hatch beating to a complete standstill. The hatch finally opened, and there stood Sharon, who looked even more tired and frazzled than when she'd been hopped up on stims for five days straight, and who looked ready to bite Kara's head off.
"Are you nuts, Kara?! It's five in the morning! What the frak are you doing?!"
Kara quickly cut off Sharon before she could go into a tangent and give her a respect-the-newborn-mother speech. "Spare me the lecture." She took a deep breath, and tried to keep herself from absolutely freaking out as she said, "I think I'm pregnant, Sharon."
Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Pregnant? I think those G's from flying are getting to you, Starbuck."
"I'm dead serious, Sharon!" Kara hissed. Her hands gripped the doorframe in an iron grip, and her entire body shook. "I've been puking my brains out for a month now, and I've been cramped up like a frakking charlie horse! I haven't felt this shitty since I was on New Caprica!"
"You've probably got a bad case of stomach flu then. Barfing a lot isn't really a sign that you're pregnant, and neither is cramps."
Kara slammed her hands on the doorframe in frustration. "Dammit Sharon! Will you cut the bullshit and believe what I'm saying to you already?!"
"Believe what already?" Sharon's husband, Helo, asked curiously as he came up behind his wife and kissed her on the temple. "What's got you all worked up, Buck?"
"Nothing you need to know, Helo."
Sharon sighed. "Girl's business, baby." She returned the kiss, only she planted it on Helo's lips instead of his temple. "It'll only take a few more minutes."
"In that case, I'll leave you two alone," he smirked before sauntering back off to his bunk.
Kara's mind suddenly wandered away from the conversation she'd been having with Sharon as she stared at Helo's well-defined backside. Sharon's a pretty lucky cylon, she thought. Helo's a good piece of meat. Almost as good as Lee.
Lee.
The thought of the old man's son made Kara's heart ache intensely; Lee 'Apollo' Adama had a way of driving her abso-frakking-lutely insane with his looks, his intellect, and his crazy-awesome talent in a Viper. As far as Kara was concerned, Lee's callsign suited him perfectly. She was also concerned that he'd been the best goddamn thing to walk in - and out - of her life.
"Starbuck? Starbuck. Caprica to Starbuck." Sharon waved her hand in front of Kara's empty-looking face. "You okay?"
Kara blinked a couple times and shook her head. "Sorry. I was having a weird moment," she apologized quickly to the cylon woman standing in front of her. "What were we talking about again?"
"Whether or not you're pregnant."
"Yeah, that." Kara reset herself to her previous state. "Like I was saying before, you HAVE to believe what I'm telling you, Agathon."
"Okay....let's say I do believe you, but I'm trying to figure out how you think you're pregnant," Sharon said before pursing her lips in thought. "When was the last time you had your period?"
Kara scratched her head, trying to rack her brain for any recollection of when she'd last had her 'special time.' A month or two, maybe? She couldn't be sure, really.
"Can't recall...my guess is a while ago. Two months, probably."
Sharon's eyes grew as big as teacup saucers the instant "two months" slipped out of Kara's mouth. "Two months?!"
"Yup," Kara nodded. "Still don't think I'm pregnant?"
"Oh, I think you're pregnant now!" Sharon snorted as she yanked Kara off the floor. She hastily poked her head into her quarters. "Helo, watch Hera for me!"
Helo gave Sharon a strange look. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Taking Kara down to see Cottle! Be back in twenty!"
Then, Sharon grabbed Kara's wrists, and proceeded to drag her down to sick bay.
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Lee sat at his desk on board the Pegasus, filling out an overwhelmingly large stack of request papers the battlestar's crew members had sent to him about an hour ago. He groaned boredly as he robotically signed a request, put it in the sending pile, and pulled another one from the received pile.
The buzzer to his office sounded, and the young voice of a woman crackled over the intercom. "Permission to come in, sir?"
"Permission granted. Come in," Lee sighed.
The hatch opened, and in walked an average-sized woman with yet another stack of papers in her copper-colored arms. She half-smiled at Lee as she neatly placed the papers on his desk.
Lee groaned again as he glanced at the stack on his right. He stopped what he was doing, stood up, and gently kissed the dark-skinned woman on the lips. She happily kissed him back, and rested her forehead on his.
"Feeling better now?" the woman whispered softly.
Lee shook his head. "I'd feel a lot better if I didn't have to sign all these goddamn papers." He closed his eyes, and breathed in the woman's lovely, fragrant scent. "Dee, why do I have to do this all the time?"
Dee gently pulled away from him, and met his deep blue eyes with her soft moss-colored eyes. "You're the commander of the Pegasus, Lee. It's part of your job to sign requests." She drew a thin finger along Lee's perfectly formed cheekbone. "It's a lot more serious than being a viper pilot. If it wasn't as serious as it is, then people would call it something else."
"Guess you're right." He smiled gently at Dee, then kissed her deeply. For a few moments, all the two of them did was caress each other's mouths with a very soft tenderness. Then, Dee took the kiss further when she slid her tongue out of her mouth and ran it seductively along Lee's bottom lip.
The feel of her tongue against his mouth sent shivers throughout Lee. Damn, she's a good kisser, he thought. Almost as good of a kisser as Kara is.
The thought of Kara sent tiny pangs through him. His mind lingered to the memory of them and the night they'd shared on New Caprica; he could vividly see her brilliant hazel eyes as they shone in the bright light of the moon, and he could feel the smoothness of her skin as their bodies molded together in a passion-filled haze. In an almost split-second, Lee Adama immediately felt like he had gone from kissing Dee Dualla, to kissing Kara Thrace.
Dee all of sudden pushed Lee away from her, and placed her hands on her hips in mild exasperation. "Lee, why the hell did you do that?"
"Why did I do what, Dee?" he asked in a confused voice. "Why I kissed you is pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?"
"I'm not talking about that. Why were you groping me?"
Groping me? Who talks like that anymore?
"What the hell are you talking about, Dee? I didn't grope you-"
"Lee, you were grabbing my frakking ass," she snapped irritably.
Lee's face burned and quickly turned the color of a cherry tomato in embarrassment. "I was?"
She nodded her head slowly. "What did I tell you? No-"
"Sex or grab-fanny until I propose to you and we get married after Earth is found," Lee recited boredly.
"And why do we have this rule, Lee?"
"Because you aren't comfortable having a serious relationship while the cylons are still a threat to us."
"Exactly." Dee quickly pressed her lips to Lee's, and cupped his face in her hands. "I'll admit though, that was fun."
For a second, Lee stared oddly at Dee. What she'd just said to him sounded so much like a Starbuck quote that it scared the bejeezus out of him.
Apparently, the shock of Lee's realization was showing all over his face, because Dee pursed her lips and said, "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he shrugged as he felt a bout of awkwardness come on between them. In an attempt to escape it, he returned to his desk, and resumed the grueling paperwork. "I should get these finished so I don't have to deal with them later."
"Good idea. I should actually be getting back to work too, so I'm leaving." Dee stepped through the hatch, and walked off to her station. "See you later, Lee."
The moment she disappeared from his range of sight, Lee sighed, and laid his head on the desk. He'd worry about the request papers later; for now, he just wanted to escape reality and rest a bit.
He fell asleep within a few minutes, and quickly began to dream.
And the entire time Lee dreamed, he dreamed of Kara, and the idea of being with her again.
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