He was really asking for it. That was what Kara was thinking as she watched Helo snoring on her couch, his mouth hanging open. She stood holding Jamie in one arm and with a cup of water in her other hand – obviously not destined to be drank.

"This is what you do when drunks other than Daddy drool in your couch," Starbuck told her daughter before she poured the water to the XO's face.

Helo woke up with the feeling of the water on his face and, disoriented, ended up rolling to the floor. "Frak," he cursed.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said in a mock-sweet voice, looking down at the confused guy. "Guess what? It's your wedding day."

He groaned and opened his eyes. "I hate you," he mumbled when he saw the cup in her hands.

"You wish," Kara replied, not able to hide her satisfaction. The little girl giggled in her arms and she kissed her forehead. "Let's go check on Daddy." Then, she looked down at Helo. "Go take a shower, you smell like a tavern."

"Frak you," he said, getting up.

She snorted and went back to her room. There, Lee was lying on the bed, a pillow covering his face. Sitting on the edge of the bed with the baby on her lap, Kara removed the pillow from her husband's face and patted his cheek. His hair was still wet from the shower he had taken minutes earlier, before jumping back to bed. Lee opened one eye and groaned.

A little suffering was expected after that crazy night. He could swear his head was cracked in two and that his were two fireballs burning his face. The sight of Kara with their daughter on her lap was a relief… At least he was still alive. "What was that noise earlier? It was like something crashing on the floor," he asked in a low husky voice.

"That was Helo falling from the couch," Kara told him with a sadistic smile on her face. "I may have dropped a small amount of water on his face. He looks as bad as you do."

"Well, I guess that was expected." Lee stretched his arms and sat on the bed. His head still pounded but he did his best to put on a brave face as he reached for Jamie and pulled her to his lap. The baby used her arm to try to touch her father's face but she couldn't reach it. "Do I have to apologize for anything?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Apart from making a mess out of my office?" Kara asked.

"Helo's fault," he said. "I told him you'd be mad. I'll send a maintenance team there as soon as I can."

"You'd better," she warned him. "Apart from that, there was nothing too serious. Oh, You and Sam were acting like BFFs. It was funny in an uncomfortable sort of way."

Lee scratched his head as Jamie protested for his attention. He caressed the little girl's bare arm, satisfying her for a while. "I kind of remember that… Just little bits; after the second bottle memories get a little fuzzy. But I remember we had some sort of heart-to-heart about you and Erin. I think it's safe to say we have a truce."

"You and Sam had a heart-to-heart about me and Erin when you were drunk?" she asked skeptically.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess the booze cleared our minds…"

Kara shook her head in disbelief and lifted her daughter from Lee's lap, getting up. "Come on, get dressed. Breakfast's waiting."

Lee closed his eyes and groaned. "Do I have to go?"

"Well, you can stay. But then I got a dress for nothing…" she said, pretending to be distracted by fixing Jamie's soft hair.

His eyes snapped open. "You're wearing a dress?"

"I guess I'm not if you're not coming…" She sighed in a mock-disappointed way.

Apollo immediately lifted the covers and practically jumped out of the bed, ignoring his throbbing headache. Who needed painkillers when they had Kara in a dress? "I'm coming. Where's the dress?"

"In Sharon's cabin. I'll go change later," she informed him, exiting the room with a cocky grin on her face. She had Lee right on her palm…

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Hours later, Lee stood right outside of the chapel with Jamie in his arms waiting for Kara to show up in her dress. His head was still kind of heavy, but the aspirin one of the nurses in the sickbay had smuggled for him had helped a lot. He was finally capable of believing he wouldn't be dead by the end of the day…

At some point, his daughter fell asleep with her head resting against his shoulder. He caressed the baby's little hand. That whole wedding situation made him think. Sometimes Lee could barely believe what had happened in the past year: starting a relationship with Kara, marrying her, crating the little being resting in his arms… it seemed like something right out of his imagination, a dream. And, gods, if that was a frakking dream, he didn't want to wake up, as selfish as that might sound.

"Lee," someone said behind him. He turned to see his father there.

"Dad?" he asked confused. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Captain Agathon invited me and I decided to come," the Old Man said. "I think I owed him and Sharon that much." He examined his son's looks. "You look pale. Let me guess… Bachelor Party."

Lee raised an eyebrow. Of course his father knew, he was the frakking Admiral, the omnipresent force of the damn fleet. Not to mention that he had been his age a long time ago… "Do you need to ask?"

Adama shook his head and took his granddaughter out of his son's arms. She was till sleeping like a rock. "You don't mind if I keep her during the ceremony, do you?" The last time he had been able to spend time with Jamie had been two weeks ago.

"As long as you give her back in one piece," Lee told his father.

"I will," the Old Man promised, entering the chapel.

He waited for a few more minutes and, suddenly, he felt someone behind him breathing against his ear. "Have you been waiting for long?"

He turned around and saw Kara. By that moment the hangover was something very deep in the past; she took his pain away. Their faces were merely one inch apart. "A while…" He put his arms around her waist and roamed his hands on her back. "I like this dress," he stated.

"You doubt you were actually able to look at it," she stated, planting a kiss on his neck. Thank gods the damn hallway was empty…

"Hum… I wasn't, but I'm feeling the zipper in the back of it and it seems really easy to open," he mumbled. "Are you wearing a bra?"

"Do you feel any bra under there?" she asked back.

"Not really…" He gulped. Gods, she was really trying to kill him.

"Then I guess there's your answer. You know, there's a janitor's locker somewhere in this hallway," she said seductively. "If you wanna test that zipper theory… Erin said Sharon still needed at least fifteen minutes more to get ready. That give us plenty of time…"

He pecked her lips, interrupting her. "I'd like that very much…" She took as few steps back and he finally saw her dress. It was dark blue, knee length and sleeveless. Feminine but not in a girly sort of way. It fit her like a glove.

"You coming, Flyboy?" she asked, her arm stretched in his direction, waiting for him to take her hand. The smile playing on her face was not seducing anymore, it was more… loving.

Lee finally nodded and let his wife drag him to the janitor's locker. Gods, he loved that woman.

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Sam couldn't help biting his lip as he saw Helo and Sharon exchanging vows. Erin was sitting one row of chairs close to the aisle than he was, right in front of his seat. He could see her shoulders were tense – she was probably experiencing the same feelings he was. That could have been them years ago, promising in front of the gods that they would be together forever.

He hadn't forgotten her words from the previous night "I miss you too, but it doesn't change anything." Of course it did, that meant there was still something worth fighting for and right now, he had a new goal – he would tell her what had really happened, he would get her back and, someday, they would have the chance to get married too.

Cheers erupted in the room as the newlyweds kissed. After they broke apart, Helo ducked and caught little Hera, who ran in his direction. The picture of a happy family as the three of them walked away. He'd give anything to have that too.

Erin got up in front of him and he did the same. "Erin, wait. We need to talk."

"Sam…" she started, thinking of a good excuse to dismiss him.

"Don't even think of saying 'not now' or 'I don't have time for this,'" he said. He was sick of excuses. "You can send me away but I'll just keep coming."

She huffed and shot him a murderous glare. Still, he was right. The best was to get over with it now. "Fine, but not in here. We're in a chapel for gods' sake."

"My Bunkroom, then," he suggested. It was lunchtime; it was bound to be empty right now.

Erin nodded and followed him. She was afraid of herself – how would she react to be alone with a sober Sam once again? Frak, she knew the answer damn well… What the hell was wrong with her?! It was because of him that she had had her heart broken almost beyond repair.

The hatch of the bunkroom opened and he let her in first, following and closing the door behind him. She flinched when she heard him lock it and turned around to face him.

Sam simply stood there for a few minutes, simply trying to find words. Being in the same room was too frakking distracting… He barely remembered what he wanted to discuss. Then, something snapped in his head: Sam took two quick steps in her direction and covered his lips with hers.

She could have gotten away. She could have punched Sam right in the gut. But she didn't. Something in his eyes made her freeze, soothing wild, but at the same time sad. Erin didn't move a muscle, not even when his lips touched hers.

Sam tasted fury, frustration and desire… too deep to be expressed with words. These old and carefully buried needs started to emerge and Erin responded to his lust with her own.

Gods, how he wanted her. On the table, on the floor. Wherever the hell they fell. He just wanted her right at that moment. Maybe if he did it, he would get back what they had lost, perhaps find peace… finally. He forgot everything as his hands roamed through her waist, perfect as always. She was the only one. His 'thing' with Kara was nothing compared to that. Nothing could stop him from getting Erin back. Nothing but himself, maybe.

"It's the same." His mouth left her lips to establish itself on her neck, feeling her pulse against his lips. "Damn it, Erin! It's the same between us. You know it is."

"It's not!" she replied, never letting go of him.

"Tell me you don't feel it!" Out of control, he pulled back in order to see her face. There it was: her eyes were darker, he skin was flushed and her lips were swollen. She felt it. He knew that. "Tell me you don't feel what we do to each other."

"I don't care about what I feel." Her voice was higher, like she tried to convince herself. "You want me to tell you I desire you? Alright, I desire you and maybe I'll decide to do something about it. No strings attached, no feelings, no past."

"Decide now," he dared her.

She stared at him. "I want to forget you."

"It's difficult isn't it?" he asked. "I know because I wanted to do the same about you. And you know why? Because loving you, remembering what we had, was killing me." Then, he kissed her again and she just let herself sink, guiding herself to his bunk so he could love her one more time.

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"You don't regret this," Sam told her as he watched her get dressed from his bunk. "You can try to convince yourself, but not me."

"I never said I did," she told him, buttoning her pants. It was difficult to remain calm after having her life shaken to its foundations. "I knew this was going to happen when I first saw you in Pegasus. I make a lot of mistakes that I don't regret."

His eyes shone before looking away from her. "You know how to hurt; you're aware of that, right? You always did."

"It's not a matter of hurting," she told him. "I liked to sleep with you once more. We were always good at it. But it doesn't change anything. Doesn't make you any lass of a cheater."

Sam looked at her again, his eyes blazing with fury. "You know what? I've had enough. I didn't cheat, Erin. What you saw was not what it looked like. You can ask Barolay, Hillard… any of the guys who were in the hotel can tell you what really happened. Frak, the newspaper could tell you what happened… She was some kind of lunatic. Never, not for a single day, was I unfaithful to you, so don't you dare accuse me of that."

She couldn't take it anymore; Erin just got up, opened the hatch and left Sam behind in the bunkroom alone. She really wasn't up for a talk.

A/N: Well, it took me a bit long, sorry. I hope you appreciate this chapter - I liked to write it very much. And with 10 reviews you'll get a preview of tnext chapter in my livejournal.