The next morning the CIC was covered in Jelly. The morning after that the Landing Deck was festooned with ribbons and happy birthday signs. Needless to say, the prank wars had begun. Pilots and members of the Deck Gang would lock themselves in the Ready Room for hours thinking up new plans. Work in CIC was neglected while brilliant tacticians planned pranks. Everyone was enjoying themselves for the first time since the attacks had begun.
About a week later, Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace was walking out to her Viper when she noticed something strange. It was dripping. After further inspection, she walked up to Cally.
"Do you know where Captian Adama is?"
"In the showers," she responded, "he just got off CAP."
"Thanks," Kara called over her shoulder as she left flight deck. She quickly stopped in the laundry to grab some bleach, Kara quickly made her way to the showers. After stripping down to her bra and underwear, she entered into the shower next to an oblivious Lee. The other pilot seemed to be humming to himself, lost in his own little world. Kara could barely make out the words, but it was a song she knew so well that she would never have to.
I've Got Suds In My Viper
And My Mother On My Back.
But None Of That Matters,
Cuz The Cylons Are Comming,
And I'm Gonna Kick Some Ass!
So Kara did the only thing she could; she put a dollop of bleach in his hair and worked it in.
Lee Adama had thought he was the only one in the head. The hands thoroughly massaging his head said otherwise. He took a step forward, unbalancing the person that he know knew to be Starbuck.
"What the Frack?" said Lee.
"Just a little payback, Lee. Look in the mirror." Lee Adama looked over the stall to the mirror.
"No, no, no, no, no!" His hair was now a brilliant blond to match his partners brilliant green. "Why, Kara, why?"
"I think the question is, why not?" But know Lee was moving closer to her. "Lee?"
"Kara." His tone was nothing near the joking one he'd been sporting before. "What do you say we settle this, once and for all."
"Settle this how?"
"Like this." And sure enough, half an hour later, when they both came out of the shower to Petty Officer Dualla and Samuel T. Anders hand in hand, neither of them really cared.
A/N- i know, random ending. I like it though. Don't yell at me, i have no idea how you bleach hair, but in the BSG universe they now do it like that. i hope the song gives you some insight on my ideas, i've had it written for a while and have been dying to put it in here! randr, i really want to know what you think!