With only a small amount of effort, Kara and Lee managed to locate the damage to the Heavy Raider and get themselves sealed into the ship tight enough that not one molecule of oxygen could escape. They were lucky that the Raider hadn't powered itself down upon impact with the moon's surface. Kara unlocked the collar of her flight helmet and slid it off. She couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cool air surrounding her.

"It's going to get hot in here soon."

Lee's voice drew her eyes to where he stood. He was in front of what she guessed were the main controls, looking rather confused. He had already taken off his helmet and pulled his flight suit down onto his hips.

A wave of desire hit her in the pit of her stomach, and Kara had to shake her head to make it go away. She slid the top of her own suit down and walked over to stand beside Lee. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"Nope," Lee said, smirking.

"Great. Just fraking great." Kara reached out to tap on a large piece of metal in the ship's wall. The Raider shuttered around them.

Lee's hand came up to push hers away, and he shook his head. "Do not touch anything unless I say you can. You're still a nugget here."

Kara stared at him a moment before punching the same spot in the wall in defiance. This time the ship moved a few inches off the ground before slamming down. Her eyes went wide as she looked over at Lee. "I think I just found yaw."

"Great. Now we just have to punch our way back to the Fleet," Lee teased.

Kara ignored him. "So that's two out of four."

"Let's go for number three." Lee looked over the controls for a moment before pushing on a particular slimy looking part. The whole ship shuddered as a missile was fired.

Kara instinctively flung her arms around her head. She only stopped cowering when Lee's laughter cut through the air. "Something funny, Captain?" she asked.

"I think I just proved why there's a good reason we don't go around poking and prodding foreign enemy ships. I'm not even going to get into what punching could do."

Kara glared at him before kicking the bottom of the panel. The Raider shifted slightly to the left and then the right to correct. "Pitch," she said smugly.

"You've proven your point." Lee pushed her out of the way. "But I don't think your method is going to get us roll."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you've kicked and punched every part of this panel now. Roll isn't there." Lee sighed and leaned down to look underneath the small metal overhang that vaguely resembled a Raptor's control panel. "This could take a while."

"We've already been on this planet for over an hour and a half," Kara said, sitting down and tucking her legs under her body. "The Fleet's not going to wait around forever."

"My father and brother are up there."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They won't leave me unless there's no other choice."

Kara thought that over for a moment. The implications of having the Commander's son stranded on this moon hadn't even occurred to her. Things like family weren't a normal part of her life so she tended to forget about how strong those kind of ties could be. "It sounds like you have a nice little situation here at the end of the world as we know it."

"Looks can be deceiving," Lee groaned as he tried to pry a metal panel off the underside of the controls.

Kara desperately wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean, but she knew she had no right. It wasn't her right to pry into the personal life of the man trying to make her into a proper pilot. Plus, Lee had already established this insane need to push her out of his life, and she hadn't even asked him to let her in. Figuring thoughts like that weren't going to get her saved, Kara turned her mind to other things and took another look around the ship they were currently in. "This place smells like crap," she hissed.

Lee let out a small chuckle. "At least we can breathe in the crap."

"Your positive outlook kills me." The ship returned to silence for a moment, and Kara suddenly found the whole situation incredibly surreal. Three weeks ago, she was one of the most high-profile pyramid players in the Twelve Colonies and now she was only a lowly nugget stuck on a distant moon with one of the most high-profile military captains in what was left of the Twelve Colonies.

"So, Thrace, tell me how you got to know so much about flying," Lee said as he continued to work.

"What do you mean?"

"You outflew every single one of your classmates and I know you weren't even trying. How the frak did you do that?"

"I listened really well the day before."

Lee rolled out far enough to give her a skeptical look. "Don't make me order you to give away your secrets."

"I was a military brat."

The simple way she said it combined with the innocent way she pushed away the hairs that had fallen from her ponytail made something stir inside Lee. He had honestly thought he could control it. Pushing his physical reaction to the side, Lee's mind shifted to something Kara had said on the night this all began. "You lived on all those colonies."

"My mother was military so I spent a lot of my childhood hanging around the bases. I picked up a few things about how to fly." Lee looked up in time to see a small smile cross her face. "I always had a soft spot for the Vipers. I can't tell you how many nights I would lay in bed unable to sleep. Blueprints of Vipers and breakdowns of maneuvers would run through my head for hours."

"It's more than that," Lee insisted once Kara was done talking.

"What do you mean?"

"You have a natural talent that I really haven't seen before. Flying is in your blood."

Kara didn't know what to say. She barely knew Lee, but she knew that type of compliment wasn't something he bestowed on most people. "I've been doing it for one day, but I already know I love it," she whispered.

Lee paused in his tinkering. "I know the feeling."

Lee wasn't sure what else to say to Kara so he just tried to focus on getting them back to the relative safety of the Fleet. A small amount of swearing from his position underneath the panel was the only noise in the whole ship as uncomfortable silence filled the air between them. He could practically feel roll. It was right on his fingertips.

"There was this mechanic on Tauron who took a liking to me," Kara murmured, lost in the memory of her childhood. "He actually let me sit in the Vipers while he was fixing them. I would practice running all the maneuvers and flight patterns until it was dark out. If Clarry had time, he would even teach me new ones. The best was my sixteenth birthday. He taught me the sequence necessary to do the Athena Roll."

"That's a fairly advanced move," Lee pointed out.

"Clarry had faith in my abilities. He thought I could handle it."

"We'll have to see if that's true."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

Lee was wondering if now was the time to explain when his finger caught on something sharp. "Frak!" His scream echoed through the empty Raider. He pulled himself out from under the controls and began shaking his hand like crazy.

"What did you do?" Kara asked as she scooted over to his side. She pulled his hand in close to take a look. There was a jagged cut along the knuckles and she could see a few bruises already forming. She pulled up the hem of her tanks and pressed it tightly to the wound for a few seconds.

"Ow," Lee hissed as the pressure aggravated the cut.

"Don't be a baby," Kara scolded.

"I'm not," he insisted.

Kara ignored him and peeked underneath the cloth to look at the wound. She swore lightly under her breath. "I still say you shouldn't have been poking around down there."

"You'd prefer to just kick and punch until we either hit the right spot or blow ourselves up?"

"It was working."

"It was a stupid idea."

"Even for a nugget," Kara growled.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's what you weren't saying. I might be a rookie pilot, but I can think through a plan. I've been doing it for six fraking years!"

Lee stared down at his hands as Kara's words cut into him. She was right. He was treating her like shit even after she found them yaw and pitch. He should give her some credit. He chewed on his bottom lip as he tried to figure out a way to apologize without losing the upper hand. She would walk all over him if he didn't do this right.

"Sorry."

As her anger filtered away, Kara pulled the cloth away from Lee's hand again and was happy to see the bleeding had stopped. She moved his fingers into a fist and then back out again and tried to pretend his slight wince didn't give her a tiny bit of pleasure. "I think you're going to live."

"That fraking thing bit me."

"Are you going to cry about it?" Kara asked. She was rewarded with a glare, and for some reason, it made her happy. Happy was never a good thing for Kara. When she was happy, she tended to lose her common sense and do the one thing that could make a situation even worse. This man had served to piss her off more times than she could count in the past few days, and yet here she was, having completely inappropriate thoughts about him. Her team had been right to say she needed to learn some impulse control. Too bad she had never believed them until now. "My father always said that if you kissed the pain, it would go away."

Lee's eyes went wide as Kara traced her finger around the cuts on his knuckles. She couldn't be serious. "You can't be serious."

"It always worked on my scraped knees when I was little." Kara pulled Lee's hand up to her mouth and kissed his knuckles one at a time. She could feel him tense up and begin to shift his weight away from her, but she wasn't about to let him pull back.

Kara really wasn't sure why she did stuff like this. All she knew was Lee was being way too calm about whatever the frak you wanted to call the inferno that was radiating between them. There was something there, and she couldn't just let that go. He thought he could forget about what happened on the Rising Star just because he wanted to? He was wrong.

"Kara…" Lee hissed as she flipped his hand over and kissed the soft skin where his wrist met his palm. There were small scrapes there, but he was pretty sure she didn't even know. Her mind was not on healing his pain right now. She seemed more intent upon giving him even more. He had to fight back the urge to pull her in closer and make her kiss him proper. This was wrong. "I don't think this is what your father meant," he pointed out.

Kara's tongue darted out to heat his skin, and she felt him jolt back against the wall. The ship jerked forward a few yards. Kara dropped Lee's hand and braced herself up against the wall. When the ship had settled back into place, she looked over to see him staring at her in confusion. A smirk lit up her face. "I told you I could get us roll, sir."

Their laughter filled the Heavy Raider as the end of this little training mission gone wrong suddenly came into sight.