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"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass."

"Frak Safety, it loses them, doesn't it?"

"Sure, at the cost of your equilibrium and you position of reference. You might be able to do it, but anyone with an ounce of self-preservation shouldn't even try it."

The sounds of Apollo and Starbuck's good-natured arguing float down the stairs before they're seen clattering down to find some dinner. Two muns, two pups, tag one or both.

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*She stands up and holds out her hand*

He takes it, standing and spinning her around a little. Enough to make her skirt flare out a little.

*She grins. At the Colonial Day dance, he had held back a little, probably worried about her knee. It looks like that won't be true here*

It was a little about her knee, and a little about not being certain of her. He knew how he felt, but as far as he knew, she didn't think of him as anything but her CAG. He swings her into his arms, and dancing like this with her feels as perfect and natural as making love to her.

*She follows his lead easily and relaxes again. She's flat terrified of the future, but for right now, her boyfriend, her Lee, is dancing with her*

The future will hold what it will, as long as they're both still alive, he'll love her. Even the times when he can't stand her, he'll still love her. The music slows a little, and he pulls her close, resting his cheek against her hair.

*It's the times he can't stand her that are the issue. She's fairly sure that eventually (when he catches up) those times will outlast the times when he likes being around her and thats when he'll leave her. Probably better she leave first, but it has to be his decision, not hers, it's the only way that she'll be the only one hurt*

It has to be mutual, with both parties fully aware of the situation, which is why he knows he has to go back eventually. He just keeps putting it off, selfishly wanting more of her all to himself without life and war intruding on them. He spins them slowly around the floor. He won't give her up without a fight.

*She's considered slipping out and hoping he ends up Bound so he'll never know. But that's unworthy and cowardly and she doesn't really want it. She just...doesn't want to leave him*

It is a hard decision, but he has the ability to make those. Still, he'll probably end up doing something similar; slipping out before he can change his mind, or before she can change his mind for him. He just knows he has to catch up to her. It's driving him slowly crazy.

*She won't try to change his mind. She deserves to be left and she'll let him*

It wouldn't be leaving her, it would be making it so that they can be together without anything separating them, especially not time. He reaches up, cupping a cheek in his hand and smiles down at her. He never thought he'd be able to have her even for this long."

*She moves her face out of his hand and rests her cheek on his shoulder, pressing closer to him, needing the familiarity and comfort of his strength*

He wraps his arms around her, coming to almost a complete stop and presses a kiss to her temple.

"Trust this Kara. Trust us. I promise..."

Don't promise. Not now. If you can promise after you know, then maybe...

"I will. That's why I have to know. Have to go back. If I don't... you'll never trust what I say. It will always be 'what if this' and 'what if that'. I've waited this long to be together with you, I'm not giving it up that easily."

*She lowers her eyes*

This isn't helping me make up for Colonial Day...

"Maybe, maybe not."

He spins her around a little, and dips her low, kissing her lightly as they stand back up.

"That day's long past. I have so many things now that outweigh any regret from then."

I shouldn't have done what I did.

*She won't outright apologize, it's not in her nature. Everything that she can come up with in response sounds petty and mean, so for once she keeps her mouth shut*

"I shouldn't have let him cut in."

He swallows hard. Even saying that makes him feel vaguely uneasy, like it had been entirely his choice. It hadn't. He'd wanted to give her the freedom to make her own decisions. He had deferred to the more worthy man. It's not like he had any claim on her. Not really.

Rehashing it won't change it. I'm so frakking tired of reliving things that won't ever change, no matter how much we want them to.

"You're right."

He sighs softly.

"We have now, and that's what matters."

I never thought I'd date an optimist. Who'd've thought?

"I guess we must balance each other out then, huh?"

He sounds vaguely amused at the idea.

Like gin and tonic.