Why did he die?

He crashed, sir.

I know that, Lieutenant. I want your honest opinion, as his flight instructor, why he died trying to make that landing.

It was—um, one of his first, on a Viper. A real Viper. Uh, I think he must've pushed too hard on the throttle. Didn't ease up fast enough.

A lot of pilots get nervous like that.

Yes, sir. Uh—they said there was something funny with his equipment, too. With his computer.

I heard, Lieutenant. Thank you.

You're welcome. Um, sir? Is it true they're talking about automated landings?

They're talking about a lot more than that, Lieutenant, but you didn't hear it from me. I'll see you on the Galactica

She wakes up when he shakes her and mumbles something that sounds like, "I'm going to frakking kiss you, Lee."

"What?"

"I'm going to frakking kill you, Lee," she repeats, sitting up and glaring at him with bleary, red eyes. That wasn't what he heard the first time, but he's been known to be wrong.

"You can't kill me. I brought coffee."

"Hand it over." He gives it to her and she swallows it as quickly as she can. "Now I'll kill you. What time is it, anyway?"

"Oh six hundred." Before she can kill him, he holds his hands up. "Commander wants to see you, or I'd have let you sleep in. Any way to shorten the time you actually have to be awake...it must be important, though."

"Frak. I'm still drunk, Lee." To prove it, she gets up and attempts to get dressed, even though she still is from when she started drinking—midnight exactly—and wobbles around.

He herds her into a cold shower, almost smiling as she uses every single curse she knows at least five times, and by the time she gets out, she's at least a little more sober. "Coffee," he says, giving her another mug as they walk to his father's quarters.

"Oh, good, you're here. Have a seat, Kara." Lee narrowly saves her from missing the seat entirely, and gives his father a look as he starts to leave. "Lee, stay. You need to hear this, too. I received some information we need to talk about."

"At frakking oh six hundred?" Kara asks, wavering in her seat.

"It's something that might you help get through the day. Now listen."

The project that you're working on, the IDN—it's top secret, isn't it?

Of the highest confidentiality.

So I can't see what you're doing.

That's generally what confidentiality and secrecy means, yes.

So I can't admire your work? See the amazing things you do?

Oh, come now. You don't actually mean that. There must be another reason.

Perhaps.

Perhaps? I'm not going to show you on perhaps.

Then let me explain it to you…my company is bidding on a contract regarding your IDN…and we need help getting it.

And you thought maybe I could help you.

You're the only one who can.

He lays in bed next to her, under the sheet that's the only thing covering them. "That was a good job of distracting me, but I can't be fooled for long."

"Can't you?"

She rolls on top of him and leans down to kiss him, but he turns away. "What did you mean about Ka—Lt. Thrace? Who died?"

She shrugs and moves away, leaving the sheet with him, and he's almost distracted again. "Her lover. Zak Adama."

"She had a lover?"

"Just because she doesn't want you doesn't mean she doesn't want other men," Six points out with a smile. He decides she's definitely too pleased that Kara doesn't want him, or perhaps amused that he wants Kara and can't have her.

"Zak Adama…was he related to the Commander and the Captain?"

"Your brilliance astounds me, Gaius," she says, wandering outside and slipping into the hot tub in his villa.

"And he died two years ago? That's around the time…"

"Brilliant, Gaius. Brilliant," she says with a pleased smile, extending her hand.