Disclaimer: If I said I did own the shows, would anyone believe me? Didn't think so.

Apology: Don't blame me for the crap story today, it's midnight.

As McKay stepped through the gate he looked. He did not like what he saw. "Umm." He said, turning to Weir. "I think that we were going to have a heroes welcome. Or at least a welcome of some sort."

He saw Walter walking down the ramp. "Well," He said to the young technician. "At least there's something. Why all the fuss, or..." he looked around. "Lack thereof."

"I'm sorry, sir." He said, more to Weir than to McKay. "We have a situation."

"What a surprise. And what do you think happened to us, hmm? We regularly have major problems, and we still have time for etiquette"

"What?" Walter asked McKay "We have a whole goddamned alien fleet outside our back door."

"You think you have a problem?" Starbuck said, entering the gateroom along with other members of Galactica's crew. "I have to fight the frakkin' toasters every single day!"

"She means Cylons." Lee explained.

"Who the hell are they?" the scientist type asked. He seemed a bit of a jerk. Starbuck really wanted to punch him in the face.

"They're a type of robot, that..." Lee Adama started explaining. 'No, idiot, he means us.' Kara thought.

"No idiot I mean you." Said the scientist type to Lee. "Now, may I ask your name?" he sai, turning to Starbuck.

"Starbuck, nice to meet you.' She extended her hand. Gaius had said that this was a traditional greeting among earth peoples.

"What, like the coffee store?" The guy asked. She decided to call him weird one. She suddenly realised something. It was so obvious that she had forgotten to notice it. Right in the middle of the room, there was a great stone circle. She had seen something like it in the museum on Caprica. (A/N I think I did see a Stargate somewhere on Caprica)

"Coffee store?" She asked.

General O'neill entered the room."Yeah, Starbuck's coffee?" There were some things that one took for granted. He could understand one of these new people not knowing what the planet was like, or who the U.S. was, but something simple like running down to the local starbucks for a quick caffeine fix, that was something one simply thought was universal. He realised how stupid he sounded. He didn't like philosophers. They tended to want him dead. "I could get you a cup, if you'd like."

"No, thanks." She responded. He decided to call her Coffee.

"You sure? it's only a couple of bucks."

"Wouldn't it be a bit creepy to be drinking yourself?" the one he recognised as Cadet joked.

"Yeah. Well, let's go buy some me." Coffee replied.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that." one of the guards replied.

"Why the frak not?" she asked.

"Well, you have no idea of our culture." The man said.

"But I can learn." Coffee said.

"General" a man behind him said. O'Neill turned.

Baltar was surprised at his quick turning. He never liked military types. "Did you know that your planet has more than 100 seperate nations?"

"So?" Came the response.

"Well, it could cause a lot of wars."

O'Neill rolled his eyes. This would be a long day.

Again, I apologise.