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He was groggy, that was for sure. That old doc had told him he needed surgery, right before he stuck him with something that had put him to sleep.

"Ow."

It hurt to move. Definitely did something to me. His right side felt worse than when he'd been tackled during his last pro game. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. As the heaves began, someone offered up a worn-out looking bedpan.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

She was smiling down at him. All rays of sunshine and light. Almost like an angel standing over him. She'd hit me if she knew I was thinking that. Just as soon as the heaves had started, they were ending. He put on a sheepish grin.

"What's that for?"

He had a great smile. It was one that could make her heart melt. Many nights Kara had gone to sleep picturing that smile. She'd thought she might never see it again. Anders reached out for her.

"Come here."

Gingerly, she sat down on the edge of the bed. A stray piece of hair caught his eye, and he swept it out of the way, behind her ear.

"I missed you, Thrace. What took you so long?"

Kara laughed.

"Haven't you looked around here? They keep me pretty busy. Not a lot of time off for extracurricular excursions."

He smiled. She always had a way of joking about a situation to get out of discussing it. It was an endearing, if annoying quality that she had. It was okay. He liked that about her.

"What about you? Got any excuses for why you didn't try to leave that fracking planet?"

He laughed heartily, and then grimaced. It made his side hurt.

"What? You couldn't just find you a nice Cylon woman who wanted to fly you away from there?"

"Very funny, Kara. Very funny. Played any good games of Pyramid lately?"

Anders looked at her seriously, then. He pulled her closer to him, brushing her abdomen with his right hand.

"Seriously, Kara…what about you? Have you really been okay?"

Starbuck averted her gaze. It was a tough question to answer. Yes and no. As long as she was working, she didn't have to think about it. And then there was Lee. Things were always more complicated with Lee.

"It's…going. Life gets a little complicated on a battlestar."

"Hmm. Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Captain, would it?"

Now I feel uncomfortable. She averted her gaze, just long enough for him to think about it as an option. Her answer was really the same for him as it had been for Lee. She really just didn't know. That wasn't the answer she gave him, though. She smiled.

"No, not really."

Sam searched her face carefully, and then smiled himself. He knew that she wasn't being entirely truthful, but he hadn't been around her for almost two months. He didn't want to mess things up with her on the first try.

A cough let them know they had company. The doctor peered around the corner of the curtain.

"Sorry to interrupt this little reunion, but it's time for the man's meds. And visiting hours are over."

Starbuck scoffed at the idea.

"Doc Cottle, it's only 19:00 hours. And visiting hours?"

"My ward, my rules, Lieutenant Thrace. And there's not a single argument you can make to change my mind, so don't even try."

She swore under her breath.

"Fracking doctors."

"Don't think I didn't hear that! You have two minutes. That's it. Then you get out of here and go find some other trouble to get yourself into."

Sarcastically, Kara saluted the doctor.

"Yes sir."

Anders grinned as he took her hand again. He liked that she hadn't changed that much from the woman he'd met down on Caprica.

"It's alright, Thrace. I'll be okay. Come see me in the morning?"

She got up to leave before Cottle came and jumped down her throat again.

"I'll be here Sam. Goodnight."

She placed a gentle kiss on his waiting lips. As she left the sick bay, she realized that her feelings were no clearer for the two men nearest to her heart than on the day she had come back to the fleet.

It's gonna be a long night.

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For the Chief, things weren't going any better. He had been standing outside the window for nearly half an hour, just staring at her. She sat in the metal chair, watching him…hoping for something, anything. I don't know what the frak this is supposed to accomplish…don't know what the Old Man wants from me.

As he moved closer to the window, she stood tentatively. Boomer wasn't sure if he'd actually make it to the phone to speak to her, seeing as it had taken him this long just to take a few steps. After about another five minutes of standing there, staring at each other, she finally took the phone into her hands first, hoping that he would follow.

She wasn't disappointed.

"Hello Chief."

Two simple words. So familiar to him, they made his heart ache.

"Hello…Sharon?"

It came out as a question rather than a statement. It was as if he was seeking the validity of the identity of the person standing in front of him. Person. Funny how I no longer think of her as a thing.

"I missed you, Chief."

A single tear ran down her right cheek. That single tear broke a chunk out of the wall he had put up since finding out she was a Cylon. He put a hand up to the window's surface.

"I missed you, too, Sharon. Truth is, I'd be lying to myself if I denied it."

Her slender hand rose up to meet his. It was the closest contact he'd had with her since she'd died. Tyrol could almost feel the warmth of her skin, it was that familiar. Gods, he'd missed that skin.

Boomer looked down in shame before lifting her eyes to meet his again. She had so many questions she wanted answered. But where to start?

"Galen, I'm so sorry for everything that has happened…for all…all this."

She gestured to her surroundings. She could see in his face that he no longer blamed her, though. In fact, she wasn't sure at that point he ever had.

"I had a long talk with Sharon…while you were 'gone'. I know it wasn't your fault. I know now that you couldn't control it. What I'd like to know first is, why didn't you confide in me when you first figured it out?"

Her shoulders slumped. It hurt too much to remember the life she'd had before Cally had shot her. The endless nights awake after Tyrol had rejected her. The attempts she had made to end her miserable existence. Many hours she had wondered if he had supported her fully, would any of this ever have happened.

"You'd rejected me, Chief. You didn't love me anymore. There was nothing left for me but my work. For a while there, I just thought I was going crazy, you know? Thinking all the time about setting of charges, about killing people. About killing myself. I know now that was the Cylon in me trying to get out. But something went wrong with my programming. I fought it."

Tyrol wondered for many days if he'd been the catalyst to her downfall. But he now realized that he had been the one thing standing between the woman he loved and her oblivion. And I let her down; let her down when she'd needed me most.

"Dammit Sharon, I never stopped loving you. I was only doing what I thought was best for this ship! Things were becoming too complicated. If only those fracking Cylons had left us alone! I wish they'd never attacked that day!"

She stood there, quietly thinking for a moment, or two. He still loves me. She would hold out hope that maybe there was a chance for them after all.

"Chief, what's going to happen to us?"

He honestly didn't know. Fraternization with the enemy was frowned upon. Helo and Sharon somehow kept it going…even with all the taunts they got from the crew and the fleet. Something kept them together.

"I don't know, Sharon. I don't know. Look, I've gotta go. There's a stack of paperwork the Old Man wants on his desk by morning. I don't need Tigh coming to look for me, either."

He lied. She knew he'd lied, but she understood. But she was comforted in the fact he'd admitted he still loved her. It wasn't all she'd been wishing for the last couple of hours, sitting alone in her thoughts. But it was a beginning.

"Have a good night, Chief. I love you."

Moving his hand for the window, he placed the phone back on the receiver. Tyrol stood there for a minute, expressionless. He then gave a slight smile and mouthed the words 'I know' before making a turn and walking out of the room, leaving Boomer still standing there, with her hand pressed to the glass.

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If there are any major grammatical mistakes in the preceding, please forgive me. I finished it up at 4 in the morning…not exactly the best time to do major thinking. I just had to get it all out.

More to come.