Commander Adama sat head in hands. He had tried to give a reprimand to Lee and Kara for fracking in Dr. Baltar's lab, but he didn't think they heard a word of it, because they were laughing too hard. All he had manage to understand was that Kara had threatened to reveal Lee's middle name. HE had picked that middle name, what was wrong with it?
They were both revoked of flight status and confined to separate bunkers. He hoped the trouble was over.
It wasn't
The next day, Cally showed up for her shift late smelling strongly of cabbages and being very careless in her repairs. After the third iodine relay she used to scratch her back, the Chief had decided to take her to sickbay. Of course, they only got halfway there when the two of them decided to dance instead. It was lucky that Helo had found them and brought them to Doc. Cottle himself.
Cottle had examined them and re-examined Lee and Kara, while three of his medical staff tried forcefully to keep them from running toward each other. He said that analog technobabble had interacted with the De-Angster to create a virus that sapped the angst from it's victim. I didn't need the technobabble translation to know that was bad.
We froze passage from the Galactica and put all affected parties under quarantine, but it wasn't enough. The Doctor tried to find away to cure the virus, but they were all so tired that they had forgot about Helo. He decided it would be fun to pretend to be a tattoo artist, so he touched half the people on the ship before them brought him into quarantine.
That's when the reports started coming in. Lt. Gaeta and Racetrack had been debating whether raiders were more like rabbits or kittens. Kat had started wearing a short miniskirt and saying sweet things to everyone. Dee and Billy were throwing Jello at eachother and Adama didn't quite have the nerve to see what the Tigh's were doing.
To make matters worse, the doctor found out that the virus had become airborne, before deciding to use various medical instruments as boomerangs. Dr. Baltar had left sickbay earlier, still yelling about his lab. However, he was not complaining about being kicked out, but he was complaining about the lack of storage space for his collection of really ugly suits.
Adama tried to finish Doc Cottles antidote, but he had been goaded into a game of "Catch the syringe, so he couldn't get near the table. He then looked around, desperate to find someone else with their angst intact
When suddenly he wasn't worried about it, it was time to go to his quarters and do something fun.
A/N: Don't worry, all is not lost. I have a loupe, or I might if u review