She woke up with a man's arm draped over her waist.

Sam? Her hung over mind thought, forgetting when and where she was. She started to turn towards him, but an angry pounding in her head stopped her short, making her remember. Not Sam. Lee. She felt guilty for feeling happy about that.

Frak. She knew how drunk she had been last night but Lee? She couldn't remember, but she was pretty sure he didn't plan on waking up in her bunk and would be pretty mad when he did.

Oh, well. She would wake him up soon, he had a ship to run after all, but she wanted this just a little longer. She pressed herself closer to him and felt him stir. His arm tightened around her and his face nuzzled into the back of her neck.

"How's your head?" He asked, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

"It's about to explode." She said, a little surprised at his demeanor. She sat up slowly and noticed for the first time that she was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. She turned around. Lee was sitting up against the wall of the bunk, also fully dressed. It was just like the bastard to not take advantage of a drunk woman who was throwing herself at him. He smiled at her, then his look turned serious.

"You were pretty upset last night." He said slowly, trying to tip toe into the conversation.

"And pretty drunk." She said, hoping that would serve as a good enough excuse.

"I've seen you that drunk, worse even. But never that upset."

"Don't you have to get back to Pegasus?" She said,talking over him. She went to her locker and pretended to look for something.

"Ship runs itself, really. I just sign the reports." He said, attempting to lighten the mood a little but she didn't fall for it so he changed tactics. "I'm not leaving until I know you're ok."

"I'm fine." She put on her best fake smile. "Really. I just drank too much and got a little…misty."

"Misty? Ok. Over what? Sam?" Jealousy stirred in his gut but he pushed it down.

Her back stiffened. "I miss him sometimes, but…" She stopped herself. After all those things he had said to her on the Pegasus, she didn't think he'd want to hear the truth, that she had gotten that way over him. That she couldn't get over what he had said to her. That she was scared to death that she'd lost him and that he'd never….look at her the way he used to. She was selfish, just like he accused her of being, but she couldn't help it. She needed him. She just couldn't bring herself to tell him that. "Yeah, you know what? It was over Sam. I got all drunk and stupid and girlie and I ……. you should go."

She turned away from her locker to find him standing right in front of her. She thought he looked disappointed.

"Kara," he said, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. "I've been a real…."

"Ass?" She finished for him.

He chuckled softly. "I was going to say 'jerk.' Look, whatever I've been, I'm sorry." He took her hand in his and studied it, preferring it to what he might see in her face. "Friends?"

Her brow knit and she swallowed back tears. "Of course." She said, hugging him. "I've missed you." She whispered into his shoulder.

She squeezed him hard then pulled away and stared into his eyes. He looked away first.

"Maybe I'd better….I mean, I ought to get back….unless you need me to stay." He stammered.

"I'm fine, Lee. Go command something."

They were holding hands as he started to walk away, their arms extending as the distance between them increased, but as his hand started to slip out of hers, she tightened her grip and urged him back.

"Me too." She said.

"You too, what?"

"I'm sorry." She bit her lower lip, trying to find the right words before deciding she was just going to go for it - head down, barrel through, frak the consequences. "I love you. I have always loved you, since the day I met you. I have never felt so strongly about another human being than I do about you. And it scares me. The intensity scares me. Losing you scares me. And so I chose relationships that were less...complicated. It was stupid of me to think you'd always be there."

She chanced looking up at him. He was staring at her, eyes wide.

"Lee, say something."

"That was one hell of an apology."

She weakly smacked him on the arm and silently thanked him for breaking the tension. They were still holding hands.

"So, what happens now?" He asked, pulling her a little closer to him.

"Commander Adama, please report to the CIC. Pass the word for Commander Adama to report to the CIC."

He rolled his eyes. "Damn. They always do that right at the best part." He threw his jacket on. "We'll finish this later?"

She nodded.

He started to open the door, then turned around as if he had forgotten something.

"I love you too." And then he walked out. But this time she knew he'd be back.

Fin

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