"Reunited" - Chapter 5

Written by when fantasy happens "Michelle"

Starbuck found herself in space (big surprise on that one).

"Wait a sec, I know that star. And that one. Oh frak. I know where I am. FRAK FRAK FRAK!" Suddenly, her rant was cut off by a dry voice coming over the com.

"From the cursing coming over my com I can only guess that one person is here."

"Lee! Where the frack are you? I can't find… oh yah." Starbuck looked up to see a Viper sitting right on top of her.

"Wanna help me some?"

"Sure…how?"

"Well I've been thinking,"

"This is gonna be good."

"Very funny. If you manuver over me and we both vent our atmospheres, then we can open our canopys, I'll jump into your viper, we land and then we find another Viper to take us home."

"Besides the obvious problems with your plan such as venting our atmospheres, I would like to know how the FRACK are we supposed to get down to Caprica. Last time I was here there were only like five base stars."

"Look. There aren't any there now."

"I wonder where they went,"

"Lets think on this one. Where have we seen five base stars recently?"

"Silly me. But I'm still having problems with the venting your atmosphere part of the plan."

"I'm not. Besides, it's an entirely Starbuck thing to do."

"Your right. So right on top?"

"Yah." Starbuck maneuvered so that she was right on top of his viper.

"Vent your atmosphere on the count of three."

"ONE TWO THREE!" said Starbuck quickly. Luckily Lee was ready for it. He vented on time, and in perfect unison they opened their canopies.

"You better catch me." There was no time for reassuring remarks because Lee had jumped right into Kara's outstretched arms.

"Well hello there," said Kara as their helmets clinked together.

"Hey!" Between the two of them they strapped in and got the canopy back down.

"This is very uncomfortable," said Starbuck.

"Remind me to never get hit by a raider and accidentally jump home again."

"I will," said Starbuck as she guided the viper into a gentle glide back home.

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MEANWHILE, BACK ON EARTH (or near it)

"What the hell do you mean she followed him," said O'Neill, obviously outraged. He had grown quite fond of Starbuck since they had met, and had no idea why she liked Apollo so much. The other pilot had struck him as a goody-goody.

"I'm sure she's just looking for my son," said the Commander, "they'll both be home, safe and sound, soon."

"She did seem quite sure that he was alive," said Mitchell warily.

"OF COURSE SHE DID, THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS."

"They have been close for years. Trust me, she does this type of thing all the time. They'll be fine." The Commander could not help the worry that crept into his voice, but it was the worry of a father for his children, as a commanding officer, he had complete trust in his two favorite pilots.

"Sir, there are more pressing matters at hand than two renegade pilots. We need to salvage as much of the ships as we can, and then figure out a way to get rid of the rest before someone who should not know about our losses does." said Carter.

"Right, right," and the meeting went on.