This means thoughts
This means flashback
Starbuck
Somehow, despite my 'aviod Apollo at all costs' matra, I have ended up sleeping right next to him. Kara loved watching Lee sleep. When he slept, all his stress seemed to leak away, and all his barriers came down.
"Lee," Kara groaned. Trust her roommate to pick the one night that she actually needed sleep to fall asleep in her bottom bunk. Despite her prodding, he did not wake up. Kara looked at Lee's top bunk distastefully. As a child, her mother had once put her on the top shelf of a cabinet for a whole night while her father was at work. Even in her bottom bunk, she cracked the curtain open encase she had a nightmare.
Looking back at Lee, Kara could not help but to think that Apollo deserved a chance to get wasted. He had enough responsibilities: taking care of his brother, scaring potential suitors away from his mother, living up to his father's expectations. It was hard to be an Adama. But when he slept, Lee looked like he might have no cares in the world. His expression softened, and if you touched him, he sometimes smiled. The worry lines around his face smoothened.
Kara had no choice. She climbed into bed with Lee, but instead of pushing her out like she thought he would, Lee pulled her into his arms and sighed "Kara."
I might be an insomniac. But Kara knew what the real problem was. She always had trouble sleeping during field postings, and this time was no different. If there was a problem, her brain could not just switch into sleep mode. It had started as a child when she would stay awake all night so her mother could not catch her unaware. Kara knew that the only way for her to fall asleep would be to crawl into bed with Apollo.
Just as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, Kara heard Lee mutter, "love 'yah, Kara." She stopped moving, but it was obvious that Lee was still asleep and would be for some time.
Apollo
Apollo woke up in his favorite way: with Kara in his arms. Without fail, she always managed to get him hard when she did this. He had always hoped that Kara would take care of it herself, but she never did. And then there was Zak. Lee looked down at Kara. She had loved Zak. He never had been able to burden her with his love, even before she met Zak.
Lee had woken up with the worst headache he had ever had. Searching his mind, all Lee could come up with was vague memories of lots of booze. And Kara. Where had that come from? Lee was sure that he had not told Kara where he was going last night, but here she was, in his bed.
Lee looked around and realized that he was not in his bed, but Kara's. He must have passed out, and Kara had crawled into her bunk with him. Even his delightful hardness was not enough to cure his headache.
"Urghhhh." Lee groaned. Kara shot from the bed like a viper coming out of the 'shoots. At first, she seemed spooked, but when she saw how bad his hangover was, Kara had started preparing the asprin.
Lee didn't want to burden Kara with his troubles, so he reluctantly shimmied out of the sleeping bag. On the other side of the fire, the 'earth men' (quotes because on is not from earth and another is a woman) were still sound asleep. Lee guessed they were used to sleeping all night, not in shifts. He started the fire and put some water on to boil for breakfast. Soon, dawn would come, and hopefully with it, rescue.
Wow! sorry for taking so long, everyone seems to really like this story! i had this written this weekend, but my beta hasn't gotten back to me, so its just going up now! for all you who asked for longer pov's, here it is, hope you like it! and for Helen Pattskyn, who asked me not to announce flashbacks, they arn't! yah! and, as always, reviews either inspire me to write more or give me a big head. But i still like them, so REVIEW REIVEW REVIEW REVIEW REIVEW... also, since i have plots to throw Dee, Anders, and Zak (for those of you AUists who like to believe he is still alive) out an airlock, neither of them will be making an appearence in this story, unless it is to get thrown out an airlock. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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