A Raptor had just come on deck and people were stepping out. Not just any people. These people were the remains of the Caprican Pyramids Teams. The team that Anders was on.

"Helo?" called Kara out, softly.

"I thought I'd ID them. Everyone knows not to come between Starbuck and her post-flight shower." This coaxed a little smile out of Kara.

"Is Anders here?"

"Yah. He's with the rest of them, over there," as Kara stepped forwards, she was blocked off by Apollo.

"So, how'd ya like the hair?" This 'innocent' comment brought Kara back to reality. She decided to play along.

"Just gorgeous. Now, what'd you use?"

"Why would you wanta know that?"

"So I can get it out!"

"Food dye." At this point, Starbuck tackled Apollo. Everyone knows that food dye does not come out of anything. It stains for life. They were still scuffling on the floor when someone called out,

"OFFICER ON DECK!" at which point everyone, except the new refugees, stood at attention. Apollo and Starbuck quickly disentangled themselves as the Commander passed them.

"Mr. Anders, I am Commander Adama. On behalf of the fleet, I would like to welcome you to the Battlestar Galactica."

"It's an honor to meet you, Sir. I've heard so much about you."

"Apollo, Starbuck, front and center!" Anders looked a little taken aback at the new change of subject, but both pilots (one wearing a towel, the other still wearing his flight suit) were soon standing next to him. "You will both escort these men to the mess and instruct the cooks to feed them. After that, someone will come to relieve you. Problem, Lt?" This last bit was said when he saw Starbuck shifting from foot to foot.

"Can I stop by my rack and get some clothes?"

"No. You should've thought of that before you came down to the hangar deck."

"But he dyed my hair!" Adama's lips curled up at her tone. It was pure Starbuck that his two best pilots would choose now as a time to start squabbling like two-year-olds.

"You will do as ordered, and when the President gets here I will ask her about punishments. Dismissed!" By this point all the refugees were standing, ready for food.

"Shouldn't we get cleared by your med staff?" asked Anders to no one in particular.

"Trust me, you'll want food first. If you can walk, that is," said Apollo as he caught sight of several refugees being wheeled away on stretchers. The pilots led the refugees through the labyrinth that was Galactica, and ended up at the mess.

"FOOD!" yelled Starbuck, along with what Lee would only know of as a 'fake' Starbuck grin. He still chuckled at the sight of her eating in only a towel though. After everyone had grabbed their food she very quickly sat down next to Lee. Anders soon followed.

"Are you avoiding me?" he asked between bites. Starbuck sighed and looked up from the food she had been rearranging.

"Why don't you hate me?"

"What?"

"I promised to come back, and I didn't."

"Why would that make me hate you. I've promised to do a lot of things, and they've never got done." Lee's fingers intertwined with Kara's as he listened to their conversation. This man might have 'had' Kara, but he really didn't understand her. Kara was speechless. She thought he would be mad at her. Maybe even hate her. But never glad to see her.

"I'm glad to see you. All of you," this was punctuated with a look up and down her towel. Lee's hand clenched on Kara's. It was an unwritten rule in the fleet that you never looked. "There has to be a story."

"No, not really," said Kara. She squeezed Lee's hand back. They both knew that Anders would never get their squabbling.

"He's a lot like Zak," whispered Kara.

"What?" asked Anders.

"Nothing."

A/N i think it's getting good. i hope its getting good. Dee will come in soon, and I promise to give Starbuck clothes in the next chapter.