BY YOUR COMMAND - Static ARCHIVE

The man on the floor moaned again. He tried to curl up into a ball to conserve his body heat, but couldn't because his legs wouldn't move. He shivered, then groaned as the shiver caused the pain in his back to increase from what was already almost unendurable to completely unbearable. He had really displeased his Master this time. This time the Master had left him here, where no one was likely to find him for days; this time the Master had left him to die. He didn't cry. Not anymore, anyway. When the Master had first beaten him, he had sobbed in agony, crying out for help that never came. Now he waited to die. He just hoped it was soon.

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Starbuck and Apollo walked toward the celestial dome, one of their favorite places to be alone. It seemed that almost no one remembered the place even existed, so they generally had it to themselves, for whatever they wanted.

They didn't speak as they walked; there was no need. They had been together now for so long that small talk was unnecessary between them. Well, they had been together as *friends* for that long. As lovers, it was all still pretty new to them.

After they entered the dome, they set the locks to keep out any others who might have ideas about using the place. No one ever had, but it paid to be careful. Only a few close friends knew that their long-standing friendship had progressed to the point of their becoming lovers, and they preferred to keep it that way for now.

Still not speaking, they opened the protective shields to reveal the view they both loved - the open stars. They didn't see the man on the floor, concentrating first on the view and then on each other. Starbuck reached out and pulled Apollo closer to him, bringing their mouths together in a deep kiss.

Not realizing he was no longer alone, the man on the floor moaned again.

The two lovers hurriedly jumped apart.

"What was that?" Starbuck demanded. "It sounded like somebody in pain."

"Where did it come from?" asked Apollo, looking around in confusion. "Over there; it looks like there's somebody on the floor."

Starbuck rushed over to the stranger who had begun to mutter incoherently, babbling from the pain of his latest beating.

Starbuck touched the man gently on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy, what happened? You all right?"

Apollo turned on the lights inside the dome. With the lights on, they could see the damage done to the man. He lay mostly on his stomach, his back a disaster of purple bruises, welts and dried blood. There was a distinct boot print on his left cheek where he had apparently been kicked in the face. His face was bruised and swollen from tears and the beating. His legs were twisted partially up under him in an impossible position.

"Oh, Sagan," Starbuck muttered in shock. "Apollo, get a med team in here quick! He's hurt bad." Turning back to the man, he tried to soothe him. "It'll be okay; we'll get a medic here as fast as we can. What's your name?"

"Don't hit me. Please don't hurt me anymore," the man pleaded weakly, trying in vain to protect his head with his arms.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help. What's your name?" Starbuck repeated gently.

"Who is he, Starbuck?" Apollo called.

"Starbuck?" the man asked feebly, raising his head to peer at his rescuer through swollen eyes. "Bucky?"

"Yeah, I'm Starbuck. Do I know you?"

"I must be dreaming."

"No, you're not dreaming. Who are you?"

"It's really you, Bucky? Is it really you?"

"Yep, it's really me. Who are you?"

"You came to help me, just like back in the old days. What took you so long this time? I've been here so long."

"Old days? What are you talking about? *Bucky *? I haven't been called that since..." Looking more closely at the long auburn hair and the battered features, Starbuck thought he recognized the injured man. "Del? Oh, Sagan, Del! What happened to you? Apollo, get that med team up here *now *! It'll be okay, Del. I promise."

"Starbuck, you know this guy?" Apollo asked as he approached them,

He nodded. "His name's Robardel. We were in the orphanage together back on Caprica. Since we were both smaller, the bullies always picked on us, so we kind of *adopted* each other. I used to look after him when the others beat him up. I haven't seen him in yahrens."

"Bucky, help me. It hurts." Robardel reached for Starbuck. "I can't move my legs."

"The med team's on its way," Apollo said in answer to Starbuck's pained expression.

"They'll be here in just a centon, Del," Starbuck soothed his friend. "Can't they get here any faster?" he fumed at Apollo.

They heard a knock on the door. "Oh, I forgot; it's still locked," Apollo said, heading over to the door to admit the med team.

"Hi, guys," Cassiopeia greeted them. "What are you two doing up here all alone, with the doors locked?" she teased. Cassie was one of the few people Starbuck had told about himself and Apollo.

"There's a man over here who's been beaten badly," Apollo answered. "His name's Robardel. He's an old friend of Starbuck's, from the orphanage back on Caprica apparently."

"Be careful with him," Starbuck ordered the other med techs. "He says he can't move his legs."

"Bucky?" Robardel whispered as they started to examine him.

"Yeah, Del?"

"Don't leave me. Please? Stay with me. I'm afraid."

Taking the other man's hand, Starbuck whispered back, "I'm not going anywhere, Del. I'll be right here with you."

After consulting with one of the other technicians, Cassiopeia told him, "It looks like both your legs are broken, Robardel." She gently started cleaning Robardel's back, trying to clear away some of the blood so she could see the damage. He flinched as she hit one of the welts left by his master's whip.

"What caused this, Robardel?" she asked. "I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it."

"Barbed whip. Master only uses it on me when I make him really angry."

"Master? You're a slave?" she asked, surprised. There was an old law that allowed a person to sell himself into slavery to another person. It was rare, but still happened occasionally when someone was too poor to support himself and had no skills to use to earn a living. Once sold, the slave had very few legal rights and could be sold again and again, as the master desired, unless something happened to violate the contract. Almost the only slaves seen in recent yahrens were body slaves.

"No way!" Starbuck snarled at her. "He'd never do anything like that! Not after what they did..." He stopped as Robardel nodded weakly. "Del, why? How could you sell yourself after what they did at the orphanage?"

"That doesn't matter now, Starbuck" Cass interrupted. "Who's your master, Robardel? We'll have to get his permission to treat you."

"Permission? He'll die if you *don't* treat him, Cassie. *I* give you permission to treat him."

"All I can do is clean him up, Starbuck, and take him to Life Center. Until we hear from his master..."

Before Starbuck could say anything else, Apollo grabbed his arms and turned him away. "She's right, Starbuck; legally there's nothing she can do. The law's strict about slaves."

"The law? I can't believe we still have a law that allows one human being to enslave another. Do we have to help the Cylons?"

"Bucky, it's all right. I understand. The Master left me here to die," Robardel interrupted.

"He what?" all three demanded at once.

"He left me here... after beating me. I told him I couldn't move my legs and he left me here."

"If he did leave you here to die..." Cassie started.

"What?" Starbuck demanded, grabbing her by the arm.

"If you can prove that, I can think I can go ahead and treat him."

"It violates the contract," Apollo said at the same time.

"What else could he have intended, leaving him up here where nobody ever comes. How long have you been up here, Del?"

"I don't know," the man answered wearily.

"Well, let's get you down to Life Center. Dr. Salik will know what to do," Cassiopeia said soothingly. "We're going to move you onto the stretcher now, Robardel. It's going to hurt when we straighten your legs. I just want to warn you. We have to do this to move you to Life Center. I'm sorry."

"Hurts anyway," he mumbled, then cried out as they moved first one leg, then the other. The movement re-ignited the pain in his back where his master had kicked him. Already exhausted from the pain, he was whimpering in agony by the time they picked up the stretcher.

"Can't you give him something for pain, Cass?" Starbuck pleaded.

She looked away. "No, I can't do *anything* without his master's permission."

"But we don't even know who that is!"

"He knows," Apollo said, gesturing at Robardel, who was now oblivious to what was going on around him.

"Apollo, he's not in any kind of shape to tell us anything. He could die before he's able to talk coherently."

"I'm sorry, Starbuck. There's not much I can do." The med team carried the stretcher toward Life Center.

Hesitating only a micron, Starbuck pulled Apollo aside and said, "I think one of us should stay here, in case he comes back to the scene of his crime."

Apollo nodded. "That might be a good idea. I'll stay here for now, but I'll assign one of the cadets to cover it later on. I think we should report this to Reese..." he began.

"Reese? That daggit! What would security do? Give him a fine for being in an unauthorized area?"

"It's his job to investigate anything like this."

"Right. Let Reese know Del is a friend of mine and he'll die before security gets around to doing anything." He turned to follow the stretcher.

"Starbuck," Apollo called after him.

"Yeah, 'Pollo?"

"I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you what I brought you here for," he said with a rueful smile.

"So am I, buddy. So am I."

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After examining Robardel in Life Center, Dr. Salik shook his head. "He needs treatment *now *. You're sure you don't know who his master is, Starbuck?"

"No, I haven't even seen him in yahrens. I didn't even know he had sold..." his voice trailed off, unable to say the words. "What are his chances?"

"He'll live, unless we can't find his master."

"And his legs?" Starbuck asked hesitantly.

"The problem with his legs is coming from his back. There may be nerve damage. If we can start treatment and therapy soon, his chances aren't bad. The longer we wait, though, the worse the odds become."

"The guy has obviously deserted him. Didn't somebody say something about violating the contract?"

"It's only been a few centares, Starbuck. Judging from his injuries, I'd say he was attacked about four or five centares ago."

"The boray has deserted him, Doc. Isn't there something you can do?"

"Find his master. Then I'll be able to help him."

"How am I supposed to find somebody I don't even know?"

"Bucky?" Robardel called weakly.

"I'm right here, Del," he answered, heading back into the room.

"Don't leave me. It hurts. It hurts," he whimpered.

"What's your master's name, Del?"

"It hurts," he continued to babble.

"What is his name?" Starbuck almost yelled.

"He can't answer you, Starbuck," Dr. Salik said. "He's in too much pain to be very aware of his surroundings right now. The best thing you can do for him is to find his master."

"How?" Frustration raised his voice almost to a shout.

"I have an idea," Apollo's voice came from behind them.

"Apollo, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to wait in the dome to see if the boray would come back?"

"I left one of Reese's men there to wait. I thought I could be of more use here, with you."

"You've got an idea?"

"I've got Boomer and a few of the others out in the waiting area. I thought if we all took pictures of Robardel here, we might find someone who's seen him. With that hair, he's got to be memorable." He indicated Robardel's long auburn hair.

"That's a good idea, Apollo. You go ahead and organize everything. I'll get the pictures."

"Starbuck?" Apollo asked gently.

"Yeah, Apollo?"

"*Bucky *?" he asked with a grin.

"Don't start, Apollo. I hate that name. The only one who can call me that is Del, and only while he's so bad off. As soon as he's better, I'm going to let him know in no uncertain terms..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Bucky." Apollo scooted through the door before Starbuck could find something to throw at him.

Starbuck spent the next several centares holding his friend, soothing him when he woke, just remembering while he slept. The memories were mostly unpleasant ones, the orphanage on Caprica being one of Starbuck's least favorite places.

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He remembered the first time he had seen the red haired boy. Starbuck was about twelve and had been hiding in the woods, trying to avoid the older boys looking for him. It was almost time to return for the evening meal when he heard voices and the sounds of someone *else* getting beaten up, for a change. Keeping himself hidden behind the bushes, he sneaked up closer to the noise. He didn't have to get very close to see that these were the same boys he had been avoiding all afternoon, but there was someone else lying on the ground being beaten this time, a boy Starbuck had never seen before.

The boy lay on the ground, whimpering in pain and fear as one of the older boys kicked him hard in the stomach.

"That's just to let you know who's in charge around here," the oldest boy said, watching his underling beat the boy. "And that's me - Cade. Now, who's in charge?"

"You. Cade," the new boy choked out.

"That's right. You learn fast for a rich boy. Oh, yeah, that's right - you aren't rich anymore. Your old man lost everything and deserted you, didn't he? Now you're just an orphan like the rest of us." His flunkies joined in with his coarse laughter. He gave the boy one last kick and turned back toward the building.

"Hey, Cade," one of his buddies called out. "What about the other one? Bucky?"

"We'll get him later and teach him a lesson about avoiding his duties. Come on, it's time to eat."

Starbuck breathed a little easier as they headed toward the dining area. As soon as they were out of sight, he ran over to the other boy to see if he were all right.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked the still figure on the ground. When the boy raised his head, Starbuck looked at him appraisingly. He was a pretty boy, with long red-gold hair and a round boyish face. He had the greenest eyes Starbuck had ever seen. Starbuck shook his head. Here was another one for Cade and his boys to abuse.

"I've been better. Are you another one of Cade's bullies?"

Starbuck laughed. "Look at me. Who could I possibly bully?" He reached down to help the boy stand. "Feel up to eating yet?"

"Are you kidding? I just wish I could go home."

"This *is* home. Get used to it."

"Thanks for the sympathy. Why didn't you come help me while they were beating the frak out of me?"

"I've been avoiding them all afternoon. *I'm* their usual target. Besides, it's not like there was anything I could have done. They'd have beat on you, then given me my turn, too. I'm Starbuck. Who are you?"

"My name's Robardel."

"Oh, I heard about you. Sorry about your old man."

"Yeah? Well, he didn't desert me. He just..."

"Let's go find something to eat. I know you don't feel like it right now, but later on, you'll want something and the kitchen will be closed. They're not very sympathetic to those of us who get beat up regularly. If we get something now, you can eat it later."

"Did you say your name was Starbuck?" At Starbuck's nod, Robardel raised his eyebrows and said, "They were looking for you when they found me."

"Yeah, I know. Like I said, I've been avoiding 'em all afternoon. Missed noon meal, so I really don't want to miss this one. The food's not much, but it's better than starving. Marginally better," he added with a grimace.

Robardel laughed, then winced. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts," he said, rubbing his jaw tenderly.

"There's one of the matrons who likes me. I'll get her to give you something for the headache you're going to have in the morning."

"What about the one I have right now?"

"That one you'll have to live with," Starbuck said with a sympathetic chuckle.

"What did they mean when they said you were avoiding your duties?"

"You'll learn. Come on, Del." He put his arm gently around the other boy's shoulder, careful not to hit the bruises forming there. "You don't mind if I call you Del, do you?"

"No." They walked toward the buildings.

"You can call me Bucky, if you like. That's what they call me around here."

"Starbuck's an unusual name. Where did it come from?"

"It's an old family name. Or, if you prefer, it's a herald of my future. I'm going to go to the Colonial Academy and become a pilot."

"I *was* going to be a dancer. I've been training most of my life."

"Now, that's the wrong attitude to have, Del. You *are* going to be a dancer. Keep thinking positive. It'll help keep you going around here."

"How'm I going to do it now? I'm in an orphanage, for Sagan's sake. How am I going to train here?"

"We'll find a way. You said you've been training most of your life. Don't you know enough to keep on practicing on your own?"

"I can practice what I know, but there's more to learn."

"What's to know about dancing? You just do it. Come on, let's eat," he said as they reached the cafeteria.

"I don't want to go in there," Robardel said suddenly, refusing to go further.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to face them again."

"Don't worry; the administrators look the other way at Cade's games as long as they don't have to see the actual performance. If Cade tried anything in the cafeteria they'd have to do something about him." He paused for a moment, then looked at Robardel and grinned. "Hey, maybe it would be a *good* thing if..."

"No! Not me. You can do it if you want to, but I'm not going to be bait for..."

"Aw, come on, Del. I'd step in before it could get too bad."

"Like you said, what could *you* do against *them*? No, thank you, Bucky. I just got one beating, I'm not ready for another one just yet."

About a secton later, Robardel finally learned what Cade meant when he accused Starbuck of *avoiding his duties *. He was just returning from the woods, trying to avoid Cade and his bully boys when he heard the very person he had been hiding from.

"All right, Bucky boy, it's your turn again. Strip him, boys."

Robardel heard the sound of a brief struggle and tearing cloth. He moved close enough to see what was happening, hiding behind the low bushes along the edge of a clearing. When he was in position, he saw Starbuck, naked, on his knees, being held by two of the boys while Cade stalked around him, just looking at him. Starbuck was covered in scrapes and scratches from his apparent struggle with the older boys, and bruises were already beginning to show.

"Well, now, Bucky boy. You've been avoiding me, haven't you? I can't let you get away with that, now can I? It's time for you to re-learn your duties." He stopped directly in front of Starbuck. "Service me, Bucky." At Starbuck's rebellious glare, Cade continued, "It's been so long, Bucky boy. Do I need to teach you another lesson?"

Reluctantly the younger boy shook his head and unfastened Cade's pants, pulling his cock out. He stroked the organ, all the while looking at it like it was some kind of poisonous reptile that might bite him. When Cade was almost fully erect, Starbuck began to lick his cock from base to tip, nibbling along the way. Cade sighed his pleasure, sending a chill up Starbuck's spine. Cade began to thrust into his mouth roughly, moaning, then grunting as he came in the younger boy's mouth.

"Lick up every drop now, Bucky boy. It's rude to dribble. Ah, you're going to make such a good socialator one day, Bucky boy. I bet you'll be famous - and I'll get credit for teaching you how." He laughed at the other boy's expression of disgust. "Oh, that's right - I forgot - *you're* going to the Colonial Academy to become a pilot. Yeah, right. Starbuck, the famous colonial warrior. You're just another scrawny orphan, Bucky boy - that's all you'll ever be."

Starbuck settled back onto his haunches as the other boys left, still laughing.

"I *will* become a pilot, just you wait and see," he muttered defiantly to their departing backs, sniffling back the tears that threatened as the adrenaline rushed out of his system. He had been truly afraid that Cade would demand more from him than oral sex. He picked up his clothes and started dressing, frowning at the torn shirt.

"Bucky, are you all right?" Robardel asked quietly.

"What? Who's there?"

Robardel came out from hiding. "It's just me - Robardel. Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. He was pretty easy on me this time," he said, his voice harsh with the effort of keeping back tears.

"*This time*? You mean he's done this before?"

"Remember when we first met? Remember that I was hiding from him? Well, *this* is why. Don't look so shocked; you'll probably be the next one. You're almost old enough and definitely pretty enough to be trained as a socialator."

"Socialator? Not me. I'm going to be a dancer, remember?" he said with a touch of panic.

"They don't see it that way. This orphanage is famous for the quality of the socialators it produces. Willing or not, doesn't matter to them."

"I hate this place."

"So do I," Starbuck said as the tears finally came. Robardel put his arms around the other boy as he sobbed. He gently kissed Starbuck's hair as the sobs decreased. "That feels good."

"It's what my dad always did when I felt bad. It seemed to help somehow."

"I don't remember my folks. I've been here since I was about five." Starbuck sniffed tearfully. "It didn't start getting this bad until a little over a yahren ago. Before, they just beat me up to keep me in line. Then after I turned eleven, that's when Cade started trying to recruit me to become a socialator."

"This has been going on that long?"

"It has for me. It's been going on a lot longer than that, though. Like I said the orphanage is known for its socialators."

"What's Cade's role in all this?"

"He's too ugly to be a good socialator, but he gets the same privileges as the older trainees because he recruits for them."

"Privileges?"

"Like what he does to me. The older trainees get to choose their own boys and start training them. Each one picks a boy who then moves into the room the older boys share. Six trainees and their boys sleep in the same size room that holds twenty other boys. Cade sleeps in one of those, too, and he has his own boy. He doesn't get first choice, mind, but he does get to pick. They get other privileges, too."

"Sounds like it could be something good."

"Not for me. I'm going to the Colonial Academy, one way or another. I'm going to be a pilot. I'm getting out of here. The only problem is avoiding Cade while I'm stuck here. Three more yahrens before I'm old enough to apply for the Colonial Academy."

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"Bucky?" Robardel's voice interrupted Starbuck's depressing reflections.

"I'm still here, Del."

"Hold me." As Starbuck moved to comply, he continued, "I don't want to die alone, Bucky. Don't let me die alone." Robardel was almost panting, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"You're not going to die, Del. I won't let that happen. I promise."

"But it hurts so bad, Bucky. Make it stop. Please, Bucky," he pleaded. "I can't stand it anymore."

"Doc..." Starbuck started.

"No, there's nothing I can give him, Starbuck. Not until I get permission from his master. I'm as frustrated as you are, Lieutenant. I'm not accustomed to standing by while a patient suffers."

"I'm sorry, Doc. It's just so hard." He kissed Robardel's hair, the way Del had kissed his so many yahrens ago. He held the other man's hand, noticing how cold it was. "His hands are like ice, Doc. And look at the way he's breathing. He's going into shock, isn't he?"

"Let me take a closer look." Salik moved closer to the patient, checked for a pulse. What he found obviously didn't please him as he frowned deeply. "Pulse is rapid and weak. He *is* in shock. Internal bleeding, probably kidneys, judging from his back."

"He'll die if you don't do *something,* Doc. I guess if he dies, *that* will finally break the contract, huh?" Starbuck was sarcastic, angry at the way things were going.

Salik went out into the hall and called to Cassiopeia. "Get me a team ready, stat. Master or no master, I'm not going to let that boy die. Starbuck, get out of the way. You wanted me to do something, I'm going to do it."

"Thanks, Doc, I really appreciate it," Starbuck said, gently releasing Robardel's hand and moving away from the bed. "Take good care of him."

"Move, Lieutenant."

Before Starbuck could get out of the room, a pair of men appeared in the door.

"I trust you're not going to do anything to treat my slave without my permission, Doctor...?"

"Salik. Are you this man's master?" At the man's nod, Salik continued, "Do I have your permission to treat him? He's going to die if we don't do something *now *."

Robardel started to move as he heard the man's voice. His muttering grew steadily louder and more disturbed. "Bucky, don't let him hit me. Don't let him hurt me again. Please, Bucky."

Starbuck moved back closer to the bed. "I'm here, Del. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I had no idea his injuries were so serious. What is wrong with him?"

"We don't know. I held off doing anything, even scans or tests, waiting to see if you would show up. But he's going into shock now, and we can't wait any longer. Do I have your permission?" Salik kept his anger under control, barely.

"Yes, of course. Do whatever you think is necessary, Doctor. I'll wait outside in the hall."

"This could take some time. The visible injuries are bad enough. There must be internal bleeding, as well. And there is the possibility of damage to his spine. He can't move his legs at all."

"I'll wait until you know more. He's been a good slave, I'd hate to lose him."

"That's why you beat him like this? Because 'he's a good slave'?" Starbuck demanded angrily.

The man stared at Starbuck as if he were some kind of insect. "The reason I beat him is none of your business, Lieutenant...?"

"Starbuck. I'm an old friend of Del's and..."

"My slave disobeyed a direct order, so I punished him. That's completely legal, isn't it, Chief?"

Starbuck finally paid attention to the second man. Chief of Security Reese stood at the man's side, nodding.

"You call this *punishment*? I call it attempted murder."

"If you want me to take him to the brig, Sire, I ..."

"No need, Chief. The lieutenant and I need to talk, apparently."

"I'll be nearby in case you need assistance, Sire," Reese said, backing away.

"Well, Lieutenant, so how does the infamous *Lieutenant Starbuck* know my slave?"

"We were in the orphanage on Caprica together for several yahrens. He was my friend, and I won't stand by and watch as some overbearing, pompous Sire abuses and kills my friend."

"Oh, don't be melodramatic, Lieutenant. I haven't killed him."

"Not yet, but if you hadn't come in when you did..."

"Your Doctor Salik would have treated him anyway, probably testifying that I had broken the contract between slave and master by the severity of the wounds. I had no intention of leaving him there for very long; just long enough for him to realize the consequences of disobeying another order. You can ask Chief Reese; he was there when I returned to the celestial dome only to find that my property had been removed without my permission. You weren't the one who...?"

It was Starbuck's turn to interrupt the other man. "I called the medics, yes. I wouldn't leave anyone alone in that condition."

"Admirable of you, I'm sure, Lieutenant, but, next time, don't move something that doesn't belong to you."

"I had no idea Del was a slave. And even if I had, I wouldn't have left him there in pain."

The man shook his head. "It would be a mistake to cross me, Lieutenant. I request that you stay away from my slave for the duration of my visit to the Galactica."

Starbuck paled visibly. "I promised Del I wouldn't leave him."

"That was fine until they found me, but I'm back now. There's no need for you to worry about my slave."

"I'll leave a man on duty, Sire, to make sure he obeys your request, if you would like," Reese gloated.

"I don't think that will be necessary, Chief. I think the Lieutenant will do as I ask."

"If he needs me, I will be there for him. I won't desert my friend."

"He is not your friend anymore; he is my slave," the man enunciated distinctly. "I decide who his friends are. Besides, just think who might suffer if you disregard my request."

"You would beat him again if I ..."

"I didn't say that."

"But that's what you implied."

"I believe we understand each other."

"May I at least tell him goodbye, Sire...?"

Ignoring Starbuck's implied question, he answered smoothly, "I don't think that would be such a good idea. I know my slave. He would simply cause an uncomfortable scene. Besides, I think you would be in the way right now. Your Doctor Salik seems to have his hands quite full as it is. Good day, Lieutenant Starbuck. I'm sure I'll see you again before I leave."

When Starbuck didn't leave, Reese asked, "Would you like for me to remove him, Sire?"

"I'm not leaving until I know Del is all right. I owe him at least that much."

"You owe my slave nothing, Lieutenant, but you may stay, for now."

"Oh, thank you, Sire," Starbuck answered sarcastically. He sat in a chair in the waiting area, once again prey to unpleasant thoughts of the orphanage.

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Cade kept on trying to *convince* Starbuck to start training as a socialator. The attacks on the younger boy increased in frequency and severity, several times resulting in Starbuck's treatment in the orphanage infirmary.

Then, when he was fourteen and had just been released from the infirmary again, he overheard Cade talking with some of his bully boys. Hiding in the shadows, he listened to their conversation.

"They want me to go ahead and break in that red-headed kid, Robardel. They think he'll make such a good socialator that they're not willing to wait and see if he'll come around, like they did with Bucky. Now, *that* one is just too stubborn for his own good."

"I heard they were getting ready to release him from the infirmary again," one of the other boys mentioned.

"He's been in there how long this time? Two sectons?" Cade laughed. "Nah, he'll never learn. They should have let me break him in from the start. This business of trying to be gentle with 'em is a waste of time. Too bad. But that Robardel is a pretty one, isn't he? I'll have him in my bed soon enough. I'll turn him into a good socialator in no time at all. Once he's away from Bucky boy, he'll fold easy."

Starbuck was stunned. *Cade* was going to force Robardel to start training as a socialator? Not if *he* had anything to say about it. He considered his options. While he was thinking about it, he literally wandered into one of the older boys in training, Danar.

"Hey, Bucky boy, you'd better watch where you're going. What if I'd been Cade or one of his boys?" he asked with a kind laugh.

"Um, I'm sorry, Danar, I wasn't looking." Without thinking, he told the older boy what was bothering him. "I just overheard Cade talking. He says he's going to force Robardel to start training. Is that possible?"

"Possible? Yes, I would say so. Unusual, though. It's much better if the trainees are willing. Much easier, too. Robardel's rather small, isn't he?"

"Yeah, and he's not used to being treated that way. I wish there was something I could do to help him out."

Glancing at Starbuck speculatively, Danar was blunt. "There is, but you won't like it."

"What? What is it?"

"If you were to start training now, you're old enough you could choose your own boy."

Starbuck turned pale. "But I couldn't... I'm going to..."

"You're going to the Colonial Academy to become a warrior. Laudable goal, but unrealistic, Bucky. You're an orphan; you have to have a sponsor to become a cadet. Who would you ask? The directors of the orphanage are too concerned with the reputation of its socialators to help you. Unofficially, of course. And who else do you know? If you do this, you might be able to meet someone who would sponsor you."

"I didn't know that. But I haven't been trained myself, they wouldn't let me start just like that, would they?"

"I was rather under the impression that Cade had been, ah, training you these past few yahrens?"

Starbuck blushed. "Does everybody know what he's been doing all this time?" he asked angrily.

"Not quite everybody, but *we* hear all about it when we're trying to go to sleep."

"You really think I could meet someone to sponsor me?"

"You'd be amazed at the men who come to the orphanage on the secton-ends to be, ahem, *with the boys *. Important men, some of them."

"Would they let me do it?"

"Would they? They've been wanting to get you for a long time now, Bucky. They think you'll earn them some cubits, trained or not. Just ask. It can't hurt and it might help your friend."

"I'll think about it. Thanks, Danar."

"Don't mention it, Bucky. I do have to say one more thing, though - Cade's known for being rough on his boys. I don't know why they permit him to continue. He's hurt several of them bad enough they were ruined as socialators. I'd hate to see that happen to your friend."

Starbuck was intelligent enough to know a setup when he saw one, and he knew he was being set up in a big way. The only problem was, they just *might* hurt Del if he didn't go along with them. He didn't see any other way out of it this time. He went to the head trainer of the orphanage's socialators to volunteer for training.

The head trainer was, of course, overjoyed at Starbuck's acquiescence after so long. He covered it well, though, under a veneer of professionalism. The whole business was unofficial, of course. It would never do for the director of the orphanage to acknowledge the practice of training socialators that went on all the time. Within no time, Starbuck's few possessions were transferred to his new room. It was as he had always heard - the same size room he had been sharing with nineteen other boys held only six beds big enough for two.

While he was sitting on his new bed, he heard someone else enter.

"Well, well, well, Bucky boy. What are you doing in here?" Cade asked. "Did you finally decide to join me?"

With sheer hatred in his heart, Starbuck forced himself to be calm. "You might say I saw the light."

"Good for you, Bucky boy. So have you chosen your own little boy yet? There are a few I could recommend. There's ..."

"I thought I'd take Robardel."

"What?" The older boy seemed flabbergasted. Apparently he hadn't really been in on the setup. He'd believed what they told him to say - that *he'd* be the one to get Robardel.

Starbuck took some slight comfort in the realization that Cade had been used as much as he had. In time it would also help him get over the hatred he felt for the other boy, but, for now, he just gloated a little.

"Yeah, they told me I could choose from any of the boys across the hall from my old room." That was where the younger boys slept. "He's my friend; I thought I could share some of the good stuff with him."

"But I thought..."

"You thought wrong, didn't you, Cade?" Starbuck lounged on the bed, stroking it fondly, smirking.

The moment was interrupted by a loud commotion heading toward the room. The door burst open as Robardel was shoved inside.

"Bucky! What are you doing here? They said you'd decided to start training after all, but I know you can't mean..."

Starbuck rose from the bed. "It's true, Del. I *have* decided to start training as a socialator. And I've chosen you as my boy."

"You don't mean that, Bucky, I know you don't. You're going to the Colonial Academy. You're going to be a pilot. You..."

"I'm an orphan, Del. What chance do I have of becoming a pilot? How can I find someone to sponsor me into the Colonial Academy? At least I can take advantage of the one thing they *can* do at this place. And why shouldn't I? Cade here has told me what a huge success I can be, haven't you, Cade? According to him, I have the potential to be the best socialator to come out of this orphanage in generations, right, Cade? And I want to share it with you, Del. I want the same thing for you."

"Thank you, but I'd rather..."

"You don't have a choice in the matter, Del. It's decided."

"Just like that, Bucky? How could you do this to me? You know I want to be a dancer, not a socialator. How can I dance if you do this to me? You daggit! I never want to see your face again!"

"That'll be difficult to manage, seeing how you'll be sharing his bed from now on," joked one of the boys who had brought him in.

"Sharing..." Robardel paled. "Bucky," he said in a small voice.

"What, Del?"

"This isn't happening, is it? I'm going to wake up any time now. They say when you realize you're in a dream it usually ends. Okay, I know this is a dream now. I'm going to wake up any time now and this will all be just a nightmare. Any time now."

"No, Del. It's not a dream. Boys, I think Del and I need to *talk* privately."

The other boys laughed coarsely and headed for the door.

When they were safely out of hearing range, Starbuck plopped back down on the bed. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you before they went and got you. I wanted to tell you myself, in private."

"Tell me what? That you wanted to ruin my future as well as your own? Thank you, you daggit. Now let me go."

"I'm not holding you. Look, I didn't have a choice in the matter. They were going to let Cade bring you in here as *his* boy. It was either me or him. Which would you prefer? I don't want this anymore than you do, but I didn't have a choice."

"You're lying. They couldn't force me into..."

"Yes, for some reason they decided to do it that way this time. It was a setup, I know. They had Cade just outside the infirmary when I was released, gloating about getting to train you. Then I ran into Danar, who told me what they wanted me to do. They think I fell for it, but I didn't. Danar told me something I didn't realize. Cadets have to have a sponsor to get into the Colonial Academy. As a socialator trainee, I might meet someone who could help me there. It's not too likely, but I figure it's my only chance."

"So you drag me down with you? How could you, Bucky?"

"Are you deaf, or just stupid? They were going to throw you to Cade. I couldn't let that happen. He hasn't started in on you yet, for some reason, but he would, if I didn't do this. This way he can't get to you. You'll be protected from him."

"Who'll protect me from you?"

Starbuck flinched at the sarcasm in his friend's voice. "I'm sorry, Del. I wish there was some other way, but I don't see one. If you can think of anything, I'm willing to listen."

"Let's run away, Bucky. Just you and me. I'll dance and you can..."

"Wouldn't work. They'd have the authorities out looking for us in no time at all. We'd never make it into the city. Try again."

"Well, there *has* to be something! I won't give up my dancing, Bucky. I won't!"

"Maybe you could use it somehow - Robardel the dancing socialator, or something."

"Oh, shut up, Bucky boy."

"Don't call me that, Del. Cade calls me that and I hate it."

"Bucky boy. You got me into this, Bucky boy. Now what are you going to do about it, Bucky boy?"

"He's not going to do anything," another voice came from behind them.

"Danar?" Starbuck asked. "What do you want?"

"You should listen to him, Robardel. He's right. He didn't have any other choice. They waited as long as they were going to for the two of you. It *was* a setup. I'm sorry, Bucky, they made me do it. But what I said about finding a sponsor - it's true. Rare, but stranger things have happened. If you go into it looking for one, you're more likely to find somebody."

"So what am *I* supposed to do now?" Robardel asked, dispirited.

"Do what he says. Pretend to give in; learn what they want you to learn. And, remember, there's no shame in being a first class socialator. You can continue your dancing; a good socialator needs an extra edge to attract the right people. And the more money you bring in, the better you get treated around here. Oh, officially none of this happens. In reality, this is the best training program they have here. Oh, they brag about the agro training, and the rest, but it's this program - the one that they can't even acknowledge - that's the best of the lot. Must be galling to the director."

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Starbuck was called back to his senses by the appearance of Dr. Salik. He rose from his seat, but Salik didn't even acknowledge him, instead turned his attention to the man on the other side of the room.

"And how is my slave, Doctor?"

"He'll live, but it may be some time before he walks again. How old is he, Sire?"

"I have no idea. It never crossed my mind to be concerned about it."

"He's twenty-seven," Starbuck called from across the room.

"Why, thank you, Lieutenant. I knew there was a good reason why I let you stay," the man said, then turned his back on Starbuck. "Why do you ask my slave's age, Doctor?"

"I just wanted to know. The older he is, the longer it will take him to recover. As young as he is, it won't be quite as bad, but it may still be sectares before he's able to walk again."

"Sectares? What about dancing?" Starbuck asked.

Dr. Salik shook his head. "Much longer for that - maybe even yahrens."

"Longer than that," the man replied. "I've forbidden him to dance."

"You can't do that," Starbuck protested. "He's been dancing all his life."

"He should have thought of that before he sold himself as a slave."

Starbuck shook his head in disbelief. "You son of a daggit." Then, with a sudden realization, "That was why you beat him, wasn't it? You ordered him not to dance, then beat him half to death when he did, didn't you? Del could no more stop dancing than he could..."

"He is my slave. I ordered him not to do something; he did it anyway; I punished him."

Starbuck lunged for the man who had hurt his friend. He was restrained briefly by Reese's hands on his shoulders. He launched an elbow into the chief of security's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him, then threw him roughly against the wall. He slid to the floor holding his stomach. So angry he couldn't think about anything else, Starbuck's hands found their way to the man's throat.

Apollo entered Life Center a moment later to find Starbuck attacking a complete stranger while Dr. Salik and Cassiopeia tried to pull him off. Reese lay on the floor, still clutching his stomach. Apollo managed to get the doctor and Cassie off of Starbuck, then tried to haul Starbuck off of the stranger. When that failed, he ordered Starbuck to cease and desist, in his best command voice. When that failed, he whispered something very softly into Starbuck's ear. That gentle whisper broke through where shouts and threats and physical violence had failed. Starbuck released his choke hold on the man and turned toward Apollo, still looking furious.

Reese staggered to his feet. "You are under arrest, Lieutenant Starbuck, for the attempted murder of Sire Brenyn."

"Oh shut up, Reese," Starbuck snarled.

"You will keep away from my slave for the rest of my visit here, Lieutenant," Brenyn managed to gasp out.

"Just try to keep me away from him."

"Lieutenant!" Apollo commanded.

Starbuck stood at attention. "Yes, sir, Captain?"

"You will accede to this man's request - or face disciplinary action."

"Yes, sir, *Captain *," Starbuck snarled.

"You are confined to quarters, Lieutenant," Apollo ordered.

Starbuck looked at Apollo in disbelief for a centon, then spun without a word and complied with the order. The look he directed at his best friend was so angry, it would have melted a boulder with ease, but Apollo stood his ground.

"I must apologize for Lieutenant Starbuck's behavior, Sire Brenyn. I don't know what got into him. I hope you won't press charges."

"For now I won't. I might reconsider if he attempts to visit my slave again, however. I suggest you keep your man under control, Captain...?"

"Apollo, Sire."

"Ah, the Commander's son himself. Well, if I have *your* word on it, I won't have to worry, will I?"

"My word? On what, Sire?"

"That your lieutenant will no longer harass my slave."

"You do have my word - Lieutenant Starbuck will not *harass* your slave."

"Thank you, Captain. And you, Doctor," he directed at Salik, who was trying to examine him. "I am quite recovered from Lieutenant Starbuck's violent assault on my person. Thank you," he said, dismissing the doctor.

As the door closed behind him, Cassiopeia murmured, "I don't like that man."

"Neither do I," agreed Apollo. "But it doesn't matter whether or not *we* like him; we still have to keep Starbuck away from him - and his slave."

"That's going to be difficult, Captain," Salik said testily. "If you had let me speak with him, I would have told him that Lieutenant Starbuck is the only person who seems to be able to calm Robardel when he gets upset. I was going to recommend that he be allowed to remain with the patient as long as he is in danger."

Apollo shook his head. "I don't think he would even let you do that much, Doctor. Well, let me go face Starbuck. I'm sure he'll have plenty to say to me." He smiled ruefully at Cassiopeia, who returned the grimace.

"Good luck, Apollo," she called as he left.

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Starbuck had entered his quarters still furious with Apollo. He paced back and forth across the small living area, waiting for the captain to follow him. When he heard the chime announcing a visitor, he waited a full centon before answering it.

"I hope you have an explanation for your actions in Life Center today, Lieutenant," greeted him as the door opened.

"I don't have to explain anything - not to you or anybody else."

"I would suggest that you do anyway, since I had to put my name and reputation on the line to keep Sire Brenyn from pressing charges against you."

"Let him press charges. I'd just love to tell everybody how he treated Del. Do you know he forbade Del to dance? That was why he beat him - because he went to the celestial dome to dance. Doctor Salik says it may be sectares before he can even walk again, much less dance."

"I don't get it; why is dancing so important?"

Starbuck sighed. "It's complicated, 'Pollo. To understand it you have to know a little bit about what went on at the orphanage. Let's see... I was twelve, so he was about ten when his dad lost everything and left. He was still hurting, still insisting that his father didn't desert him and the only thing that made life at the orphanage bearable for him was dancing. He always wanted to be a dancer - had studied dance since he was about four yahrens old. He would practice at all centares of the day, just to get away from the reality of life in that hell-hole. I'd sit and watch him. He was good, even then. And determined that he was going to be a dancer. It was all he had that made life seem remotely normal. I think he would have lost it completely if he hadn't be able to dance."

"He's pretty important to you, isn't he, Bucko?"

Starbuck nodded. "He was my only real friend at that place. We were both smaller than the other kids, so we took up for each other. Looked after each other." He sat on the couch dejectedly. "And there's more, 'Pollo."

"What is it, Bucko?" Apollo sat behind Starbuck on the couch, putting his arms around the other man in a gentle hug.

Starbuck started to lean into Apollo's embrace, then pulled back away from him. "Del was more than my friend, Apollo - he was my first lover."

"But you were just children."

Starbuck pulled away even further down the couch, refusing to meet Apollo's eyes. "Yes, I know. I was fourteen and he was twelve the first time we..."

"How did it happen, Bucko? It doesn't sound like you."

"It just did, okay? And it was as much him as it was me. I didn't take advantage of him, all right?"

"All right, Starbuck. Is that all? It seems like something else is bothering you tonight."

"I'm fine. It's just...seeing Del like this...brings back memories. Memories I'd rather forget."

"Feel like talking about it?"

"No!" He pulled away from Apollo and rose from the couch. "I wish Salik would let me know how Del is doing."

"I'm sorry about your friend, Starbuck. When I left, he looked okay. He was asleep. You know, Brenyn didn't say you couldn't talk to *Dr. Salik *, did he?"

Starbuck's slow grin rewarded Apollo's hint. "No, he didn't. You're starting to think like me, 'Pollo. Don't know why *I* didn't think of it. Thanks. I'll call him right now." He ran to the other room to contact the doctor.

Apollo smiled at his friend's customary enthusiasm. He had been a little worried at Starbuck's somber attitude. It was unlike the Starbuck he had known for so long.

Starbuck looked relieved when he came back to the couch. "Salik says he'll keep me up to date on Del's condition as he progresses. I wish I could see him for myself, but this is better than nothing. Thanks again, Apollo." He settled back down onto the couch and snuggled into Apollo's waiting arms. "Now that I'm not so worried, I can thank you properly," Starbuck said straight into Apollo's waiting mouth.

Apollo sighed with pleasure as Starbuck's tongue found its way into his mouth. Gently at first, then with increasing need, their tongues twined together. When Starbuck pulled away, Apollo sighed again, this time in loss, but he awaited what he knew was coming next with sheer joy. Starbuck slid down a little, nuzzling Apollo's neck with his lips, teeth and tongue. His hands slipped under Apollo's shirt, pulling it up to give him access to the muscular torso. He slipped the tunic over Apollo's head. Skillful hands teased Apollo's nipples as an eager mouth sucked on his shoulder and neck.

Apollo wasn't still as this was going on. His hands occupied themselves in removing Starbuck's pants, and then his own clothing, until he was nude and all Starbuck wore was his uniform tunic, which he yanked off hurriedly, as soon as Starbuck moved enough to let him.

"Can you make it to the bedroom?" Starbuck teased, pulling Apollo off the couch.

Apollo gave a mock groan. "I don't know, Bucko. Can't we just..."

"Not on my couch. Come on, 'Pollo."

Starbuck couldn't bring himself to stop touching Apollo all the way into the bedroom. His hands wandered over the firm torso, stroking, teasing, loving every inch. By the time they made it to the bed, Apollo was panting and smiling in anticipation.

"There's a few things we haven't tried yet, 'Pollo," Starbuck said mischievously.

"What's that, Bucko?"

"I want to make love inside you this time. Do you think you're ready?"

Apollo hesitated slightly.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to."

"I do want to, I just..."

"You've never done this; I know. I have. I won't hurt you, 'Pollo, I promise. You'll think you've died and gone to paradise. You can tell me to stop any time and I will. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise."

"Well, everything else has been wonderful so far. I trust you, Bucko, more than I've ever trusted anybody. You've been there for me for half my life. What did I do to deserve you?"

"You must have been a very naughty boy," Starbuck grinned.

Apollo joined in the laughter. "I must have been a very *good* boy," he corrected.

"We shall see. Enough talking." With unusual ferocity, Starbuck grabbed Apollo in a hard, bruising kiss. When he broke it off, Apollo sat panting for breath, a little startled; before, Starbuck had always been a gentle lover. He realized suddenly that Starbuck's worry for his friend translated into this rough play.

He didn't have time for any more thought as Starbuck pushed him back onto the mattress and pounced on him. Starbuck's body covered Apollo's from mouth to groin, his legs stretched out between Apollo's. The closeness of their bodies made Apollo moan in anticipation.

"Yes, that's it," Starbuck said directly into his mouth, "That's the sound I want to hear."

Once again Starbuck's mouth roamed over Apollo's neck and shoulders, licking, nibbling, tickling a little at *just* the right places. He paused a moment on one shoulder, giving his full attention to that part of his lover's body. Apollo moaned again as a sharp nip sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin. Grinning again, Starbuck moved down and devoted his attention to Apollo's chest, laving one nipple with his tongue while his hands tormented the other one.

Apollo's groan this time had less to do with arousal than with the realization that Starbuck was going to torture him with this slow tease until he exploded. It wouldn't be the first time. The results were worth it, but it *was* torture while he built up to the finish.

Starbuck kissed his way down Apollo's chest to his navel, taking time to play with that usually neglected part of his lover's body. Apollo squirmed as Starbuck's tongue tickled him, but strong hands held him down to the mattress. Hoping to speed things up a bit, Apollo's hands twined themselves in the honey colored hair, massaging Starbuck's head as he licked his way down Apollo's body. Apollo grinned himself as Starbuck moaned. He had never met anyone who could get so aroused from a simple head rub.

Starbuck's hands finally moved on down to Apollo's slim hips, stroking the smooth, firm flesh he found there. His mouth followed more slowly, still teasing. He pulled back just as he got to the part of Apollo that was throbbing with need. With a look of pure relish, Starbuck lowered his face again, this time to the thatch of curly hair at Apollo's groin. He breathed deeply, savoring the Apollo-smell that abounded there, nuzzling the dark hair with his face. Apollo moaned again, knowing what was coming. Or so he thought.

Starbuck ignored Apollo's needy erection, instead moving down to his inner thighs, continuing the licking and nibbling that had characterized his torment so far. When Starbuck bit him sharply, Apollo jumped, allowing easier access to the part his lover wanted. His hands slid under Apollo's thighs, massaging gently.

"Bend your knees more for me," he purred. When Apollo complied, Starbuck dove in hungrily, starting in on the firm buttocks with the same attention the rest of the body had received. After a few minutes of this torture of pleasure, Starbuck pulled away, leaving Apollo bereft and whimpering.

"Just a micron, lover," Starbuck consoled him. "Need to find the lube. Here it is."

He spread a generous amount on his fingers, then returned to his place between Apollo's legs. To Apollo's delight, he finally began paying attention to the erection that had been feeling very left out of all the fun so far. Starbuck began by kissing his way up from the base of his shaft, at the same time carefully inserting one well-lubricated finger into Apollo's tight ass. Startled, Apollo jumped, which took him away from Starbuck's talented mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah, can't let you do that. Come back here, lover." Apollo slid back to where Starbuck grinned up at him. Again with the kisses and the finger. "Just relax, 'Pollo. Just let your body get used to it. If you don't want any more, this is as far as I'll go. Agreed?"

Apollo nodded, coherent speech just out of his reach for the moment.

Starbuck flashed a tender smile at his lover, then proceeded to lick his penis from base to head, all the way around, pausing to nibble about halfway up. Apollo was dying slowly from the pleasure, when he felt another finger join the first. This time he accepted it eagerly, enjoying the fullness. Starbuck carefully licked the tip of his penis, savoring the wetness leaking from it. After laving the tip thoroughly, he sucked the head into his mouth and gave it the attention it had been missing. Apollo's penis seemed to have a mind of its own. As if it had really felt neglected, it responded eagerly to Starbuck's ministrations, practically jumping in his mouth. A third finger joined the first two inside of Apollo. He moaned loudly.

"You're smiling, I can tell," Apollo panted with an effort.

Starbuck released the delicacy in his mouth for a moment, but his hand briefly took the place of his mouth. "How can you tell?"

"I can feel it through my penis."

"Very intelligent penis, then. I'll have to give it a special reward," Starbuck cooed, redoubling his attentions to the aforementioned organ. At the same time he began massaging Apollo's prostate with his fingers. Apollo cried out in surprise.

As he felt Apollo become even more aroused, Starbuck started swallowing him, slowly, gently, all the way down. He began to hum softly, letting the vibrations tease Apollo even more.

Apollo watched himself sliding down Starbuck's throat intently. Never had he seen a more erotic sight than that beloved mouth engulfing his erection! Sensing that Apollo was watching, Starbuck glanced up at him and smiled around the organ in his mouth. That was almost too much for Apollo; he let his head drop back down to the bed with another loud moan. Starbuck chuckled, sending even more vibrations through Apollo's erection.

Gently Starbuck released his lover and carefully removed his hand. Apollo's eyes sprang open at the double sense of loss, comforted only when he saw Starbuck spreading the lube on himself.

"Are you ready, 'Pollo?" he asked breathlessly. "I'll stop now if you're not ready to do this."

"No, now," were the only coherent words that Apollo could form - and those were slurred with need.

Starbuck chuckled at the sight of his quiet, strong captain writhing under him. He loved Apollo like this - breathless, needy - needing *him *, his touch. He knelt between Apollo's spread thighs, positioning himself to enter.

"I love you, Captain Apollo, sir."

Apollo whispered something back that might have been, "I love you, too," but Starbuck wasn't too sure that's what it was. Apollo was way past any coherent speech other than "Now."

Gazing intently into the glazed green eyes below him, Starbuck began to thrust up into his lover. Just the head at first. He stayed there until he could feel Apollo's muscles relax somewhat and admit this new stranger inside. Gently, controlling himself with an effort, he slid in a little further, again waiting until he felt Apollo's body begin to accommodate the invasion. He rocked slowly back and forth, each time a little deeper inside Apollo. It felt like forever, but, in reality, it only lasted a few centons, until Starbuck's hips were snuggled up against and between Apollo's buttocks. He stayed there, letting his lover get accustomed to the feel, letting Apollo set the pace. When he felt some acceptance there, he slowly began rocking back and forth again, not exactly thrusting yet, drawing another moan from the man under him. After a few moments he pulled back and started thrusting gently into his lover, angling to stimulate his prostate at every thrust. When Apollo began to thrust back, Starbuck was in paradise himself. He reached in between them, seeking the erection he could feel straining there. When he found it, he began stroking it in time to his thrusts.

"More," Apollo moaned. "Harder."

"By your command, Captain." Starbuck accommodated his lover, thrusting into him harder and faster as his own need grew. If Starbuck had thought himself in paradise before, he reached the epitome of bliss when he felt Apollo come in his hands. His own release followed soon after.

As their breathing and heart rates returned to normal, they snuggled together on the bed.

Apollo looked at Starbuck for a moment before asking, "What did you just do to me?"

Starbuck gave him a satisfied grin. "Just what I promised to do - I took you to paradise. Admit it." He moved in toward Apollo's mouth again.

"I admit it," he groaned into the open mouth latched on to his.

"And there's so much more I want to do for you," Starbuck purred eagerly.

"I don't think I can take too much more. I almost lost it a couple of times there."

"Don't worry. I can do whatever I set my mind to. That's what one of my teachers at the orphanage always kept telling me." He frowned a bit at the thought of the orphanage.

"What's wrong, Bucko?" Apollo grabbed his shoulders and held him tight.

"Just an unwelcome thought. I'd much rather be kissing you again," he said, matching deed to words.

When Starbuck let him up for air, Apollo asked, "Why won't you ever tell me what's bothering you?"

"Nothing's bothering me, 'Pollo. I just guess the stress of today's starting to get to me. That's all."

"You know you can always talk to me."

"I know. Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being there for me." There was more he would have liked to have said, but he felt foolish. He wanted to say, 'Thank you for being the only person who's always been there for me. Nobody has ever made me feel so loved before, even before we became lovers,' but the words sounded lame in his own mind. "I'm not very good at expressing my feelings with words."

"You're pretty impressive at expressing them without words," Apollo said with a sated grin.

"I bet you say that to all your squadron."

"Only those who've managed to seduce me and make love to me. So far, that's about..." he paused, pretending to count on his fingers, "One, I believe."

"Oh, Captain, you say the sweetest things." Starbuck laughed into Apollo's mouth as he kissed him again.

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Tangled together, Starbuck and Apollo finally managed to get some sleep until Dr. Salik commed Starbuck from Life Center.

"Starbuck here. What is it, Doc?" he asked groggily.

"I hesitate to ask this, but I need you here. Right now."

"What is it? Something wrong with Del?" Starbuck came awake quickly.

"Just get down here."

"I'll be there as fast as I can." He jumped from the bed and started dressing.

"You can't go, Starbuck. Brenyn will press charges if you go near his slave."

"Don't call him that! I don't care about Brenyn; Del needs me. I have to go, Apollo."

"Wait for me, Starbuck," Apollo announced, rising from the bed and grabbing his own clothes.

"Don't have time. Meet me there," he said over his shoulder as he left, still fastening his belt.

Starbuck ran into Life Center, out of breath. "What's happening, Cass? How's Del?"

"He's calling for you. Won't let anyone near him. He's feverish and frightened."

"Where is he?"

"Right through here," Cassiopeia said, ushering Starbuck into a small room.

"Thanks, Cass. You're the best." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Del? It's me, Del. Starbuck?"

"Bucky?" came a plaintive voice from the bed. "Where were you?"

"I had to leave for a little while, Del, but I'm back and I'm not leaving you again, I promise. What's the matter?"

"It hurts, Bucky. My back hurts so bad. Where am I? Who are these people?"

"Shh, they're friends. Especially this one," he pulled Cassiopeia into a one-armed hug. "Del, this is Cassiopeia. She's a very special friend of mine. You can always trust her. Just like you do me."

"She's pretty. Special friend? I should have known."

"I need to give you some medicine, Robardel."

Nervously, he glanced up at Starbuck, who smiled reassuringly and nodded.

Robardel relaxed enough that Cassiopeia could get to him with a hypospray full of antibiotics and painkillers.

"I'm going to talk to Cassie for a minute, Del. You try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay. Don't go far, Bucky."

"I'll just be out in the hall. All you have to do is say my name and I'll be back in here so fast you won't even notice I was gone."

Out in the hall, Dr. Salik approached them. "Thank you for coming, Starbuck. I had a feeling you wouldn't let him down."

"I have in the past, Doc, but not again. How is he?"

"We had to fix one of his kidneys. It was pretty badly torn up from the beating. The other one is a little bruised, but otherwise normal. The one that was damaged is unfortunately infected and sending his fever up high."

"Will he be okay?"

"With you here, yes. He won't let us near him. He seems terrified, even of Cassiopeia."

"He's hated doctors even since *before* the orphanage. I'll stay with him as long as he needs me."

"I'll get a cot set up in his room for you."

"Apollo should be here in a centon. I'll get him to change my patrol schedule so I can be here."

"If he responds well, it shouldn't be more than a few cycles before the fever's down enough that he'll be rational again."

"Bucky?"

"Right here, Del." He moved into the room.

"Just wanted to make sure. Thanks."

"I'm here, Del. I'm not going anyplace." He settled into a chair beside Robardel's bed. "You just sleep for now. I'll be here when you wake up, baby."

Robardel smiled hazily. "Nobody's called me that in yahrens."

To himself, Starbuck thought, /Yeah, well, nobody's called me *Bucky* in yahrens either. Not if they didn't want a split lip or two./ He just smiled at his friend.

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The memories came back, unbidden but powerful. The first time Cade had informed him that he was to become a socialator.

Cade's boys had just finished beating Starbuck for some imagined trespass, when Cade looked at him speculatively, still lying on the ground.

"How old are you now, Bucky boy?"

"Eleven," he said warily, still hurting from the beating.

"Eleven. A good age to start training."

Starbuck's head snapped up. What was he getting at? Nothing that boded any good for Starbuck.

"Might as well," Cade announced, as if he had come to some internal decision. "Have you ever considered becoming a socialator, Bucky boy? You're pretty enough."

"Socialator? Me? Never!"

"Don't knock it, Bucky boy. There's a lot to be said for a good socialator - they have prestige, money, friends - all the things a scrawny orphan kid like you doesn't have." He reached down to the waist of Starbuck's pants, opened them up and yanked them down in a practiced move. While he was removing them the rest of the way, one of the other boys pulled Starbuck's tunic off over his head, leaving him naked.

"A little bit skinny, but you'll fatten up during your training. They want you to look attractive, you know."

"No!" Starbuck was too stunned to try to move. His first thought was to cover himself with his hands, but the boys were quicker than he was; they had done this before. One boy grabbed his hands and held them down over his head while two others reached for his legs. He kicked madly at them, trying to dislodge the boy holding his arms at the same time. They just laughed and held him easily.

Cade sauntered over and knelt between the spread legs. He fondled Starbuck's groin for a moment, then reached one hand down to his anus and thrust one fat finger inside. Starbuck's body rebelled against the invader, trying to push it out, without success.

 

"That's it, Bucky boy. Fight me. You know, boys, I like it better when they fight. It's more fun to watch their expressions when they finally realize there's nothing they can do. Fight me, Bucky boy."

Cade pulled down his own pants and moved into position over Starbuck.

Starbuck screamed as loud as he could.

"Give me his shirt," Cade snarled to one of the other boys standing by watching. He stuffed the shirt into Starbuck's mouth to muffle any more cries. "It's time, Bucky boy. Time to give in and give me what I want. I'll just take it anyway," he laughed.

The shirt did what it was supposed to; Starbuck's cries, though he strained at the top of his lungs, were heard by no one but the boy on top of him, who continued to talk as he raped him. He kept on talking right up to his climax inside Starbuck, telling him all about what was going to happen to him when he agreed to become a socialator. Starbuck didn't hear most of it over his crying. The sounds of his own sobs, while muffled to the outside by the shirt in his mouth, reverberated inside his head, growing louder and louder. Starbuck felt like his head was going to explode.

When Cade finished with him, Starbuck lay still, tears running down the sides of his face. He kept his eyes closed so he didn't have to see Cade and the other boys looking down at him.

"All right, Bucky boy. I've marked you; you're mine now."

One of the other boys threw Starbuck's pants at him, landing them on his face. After he heard the others leaving, he yanked the shirt from his mouth and started sobbing again. He curled up in a tight ball, rocking back and forth, hating his life.

When he finally stopped crying, he dressed, wincing as he pulled his pants back on. He felt blood leaking from him and, without conscious thought, headed for the infirmary.

Darach, the medic on duty, looked at him and sighed. "Bucky, what are we going to do with you? Fighting again? Come here, let me see you."

Starbuck shook his head. "Cade..." he stopped, unable to get the words out.

"Cade again, huh? When will you learn to stay away from that little daggit?"

"Cade... hurt me," he said, rubbing his tender buttocks and staring down.

"Let's get you into a room so I can see what he did this time."

They went into one of the treatment rooms. "Sit down, Bucky. Tell me where it hurts."

Starbuck shook his head. "Don't want to sit down. It hurts."

"Kick in the pants, huh?"

"No. He... hurt me."

"Tell me what's wrong, Bucky," the medic said, starting to worry at the boy's unnatural (for him) quiet. "Let me see what he did. If it's your bottom, pull down your pants so I can see."

Starbuck shuddered.

"Did Cade... put something in your bottom, Bucky?" he asked, remembering Cade's alleged duties for the socialators.

Starbuck nodded, looking down at the floor.

"Oh, gods. Was it his penis?"

Starbuck nearly started crying again and nodded, still not looking up at the medic.

"Let me take a look and make sure you're okay. I'm afraid you're going to have to take your clothes off. I won't hurt you, Bucky, I promise." After examining the boy, the medic went to one of the doctors to discuss his findings. He left Starbuck standing, still naked, in the room by himself. The boy stood hunched over, his hands over his genitals, sniffling occasionally.

The doctor came in to see Starbuck as well. "Well, Bucky, Darach tells me you had a little run-in with Cade. Can I examine you to see what happened?"

Wordlessly Starbuck turned his back to the doctor. After a brief exam, he treated Starbuck's wounds and then turned back toward the door. "You may sit back down now, Bucky. I'll be right back in a few centons."

Starbuck slumped gingerly into the chair and sat quietly, still staring at the floor. Darach returned about ten centons later to find the usually gregarious Starbuck perched silently staring at nothing in particular on the floor.

"You're worrying me, Bucky. I'm not used to *you* being so quiet. Did he do anything else?"

Starbuck shook his head. Hesitantly he asked, "Can I put my clothes on and just leave? Please?"

"Not yet, Bucky. We need for you to stay here a bit longer."

"Can I just put my clothes back on?" he asked, almost in tears again.

"You can get dressed, yes, but stay here, okay, Bucky?"

Sniffing back tears, Starbuck nodded and reached for his clothes.

A few centons later, the director of the orphanage appeared in the infirmary. He went straight to the doctor's private office and spoke with him for some time. They finally sent for Starbuck.

"Yes, sir?" he asked as he entered the office.

"Starbuck, the doctor here tells me you were raped. Is this true?"

"I - I -," he stammered, then nodded, turning his gaze back to the floor.

"And it was Cade who did this to you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Look up at me when I talk to you, boy."

Reluctantly Starbuck complied. The rest of his posture stayed the same, so he looked awkward, with his shoulders hunched, but his head turned to look up at the director.

"I think I need to speak with Cade, to find out the truth of this matter."

"The truth? Look at this boy, sir, *something* happened to him. This is *not* the usual Bucky. He's been in here often enough that I know when something is wrong with him. Something is definitely wrong right now."

"It could be conscience, you know, doctor. This is a serious accusation, against one of our most responsible boys."

The medic snorted.

"You have something to add, Darach?" the director asked superciliously.

Gathering up his courage, the young medic spoke. "You call Cade 'responsible'. Well, I guess in a way, he is *responsible* - responsible for at least half the split lips, broken bones and bruises we see in here. He's known for beating up on the boys younger and smaller than he is - like Bucky here. I don't know how many times he's been in here after Cade finished with him..."

"Nonsense. I've heard nothing but good about Cade from any of his teachers and the supervisors. Now I'm going to give him a fair chance to answer this accusation. He deserves that much, doesn't he? Before you charge him with raping a young boy?"

"Yes, Director, he'll have that chance, but I can tell you that Bucky has been sexually assaulted. When Darach examined him, he had several tears in and around his rectum that would likely only be caused by..."

"I understand your position, Doctor, but please understand mine. I will not blindly accuse one of the boys of this kind of crime, solely on the word of one who has been in front of me before for lying, for trouble making, for playing practical jokes on his teachers, for..."

"I'll send for Cade now, sir," the doctor said tersely, just to shut him up. Starbuck was getting more and more agitated as the man continued.

Starbuck tensed and looked up finally, his eyes pleading. "May I go now, sir? I'd like to lie down," he begged.

"You don't want to face Cade, do you?" the director asked.

Starbuck shook his head vehemently.

The director harrumphed, staring at the doctor as if that proved his theory that Starbuck was lying.

"You may go back to your bed for now, Starbuck. This matter is not yet closed."

"Thank you, sir." He practically bolted for the door.

"Darach will accompany you," the director called after the retreating boy.

"Come on, Bucky. I'll keep you company," Darach said cheerfully, following Starbuck.

"I'm okay. I don't need company," Starbuck declared sullenly.

"I need the company, then. I'm bored today."

"Whatever." He went into the room where he slept with nineteen other boys. He ran over to his own bed and crawled under the covers fully dressed. "I'm in bed. You can go now, Darach."

"You want to talk, Bucky?"

"No! I want to be left alone."

"It might make you feel better to ..."

"I said no! Why can't you just leave me alone?" He was on the verge of tears again.

"All right, Bucky, I'll go now. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be available."

Starbuck rolled over, turning his back to Darach. As he heard the medic start moving away, he lost the battle with the tears.

Darach turned to look at the young boy again before he left the room. He looked so young, a picture of misery, sobs wracking his thin body, curled into as small a ball as he could manage. The medic went back over to the bed, and took the sobbing boy into his arms. Starbuck stiffened at first as though he would bolt away, then relaxed a bit as Darach kept the touch as non-threatening as possible. He finally ended up throwing his arms around the offered comfort, holding on for dear life. Darach felt a small pang of conscience as he realized how seldom the boy must have had any sort of physical comfort like this, growing up in the orphanage. The workers in the orphanage didn't have the time to pet and caress the children, so they often went without this kind of touch.

As the sobs began to abate, Starbuck squeezed out the words he had been holding in. "He doesn't believe me. All the things Cade has done to me and he doesn't believe me. I've never lied to get anybody else in trouble. I wouldn't. He did it. He did! I hate this place!"

Working past the lump in his own throat, Darach murmured softly, "I believe you, Bucky. And so does the doctor. We believe you. You wouldn't lie about something like this."

The tears returned again for a few centons until Starbuck pushed Darach away, embarrassed at his display of emotion. "Thanks, Darach. I think I'll try to get some sleep now."

"Okay, Bucky. What I said still stands - if you need to talk, I'll be there for you."

Starbuck nodded solemnly then rolled over and closed his eyes. Darach patted him on the head and turned to leave. He paused before leaving the room, silently cursing the director of the orphanage who didn't allow the children the comfort of so much as a stuffed animal or toy. The director believed that orphans should face the reality of their lives, so even most games were discouraged. The children worked in their assigned duties, attended classes and that was about it. They did get the chance to play outside most days, for at least a centar or so, as exercise, but, beyond that, they didn't spend much time just being children. Darach knew what it felt like; he had grown up at the orphanage himself, but instead of leaving when he was old enough, he had decided to stay to do what he could for other children.

"And, Bucky, not that I'm saying that Cade would do this again, but, if he does, just come get me. There's no need for you to go through all that rigmarole with the director again."

"Thanks, Darach," Starbuck had sniffled.

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Starbuck had been sitting beside his friend's bed for centares now, remembering his childhood in the orphanage.

"Lieutenant, I thought I had specifically requested that you stay away from my slave," Brenyn's voice interrupted his reverie.

"Your *slave* needed a familiar person who he knew wouldn't beat the frak out of him," Starbuck responded.

"I asked Lt. Starbuck to sit with Robardel, Sire Brenyn," Dr. Salik announced calmly. "Robardel was hysterical and the only thing that would calm him was the lieutenant's presence."

"Before you make decisions about the treatment of my property, Doctor, I would suggest that you consult with me."

"You told me to do whatever was necessary for him. I took that as permission to use my best judgment."

"Consult me if you have any other flashes of inspired judgment, please, Doctor."

"I will continue to do what I think best for my patient, Sire." The two men were being icily polite to each other.

"Bucky? Where are you, Bucky?"

"It's all right, Del. I won't let anybody hurt you. I'm here."

"But the lieutenant is going to be leaving soon, slave."

"Master?" Del asked, horrified.

"Yes, I will sit with you now."

"No," he whimpered. "Don't hurt me again, Master, please. I won't do it again. Please don't hit me again."

"According to the lieutenant, you could no more stop dancing than you could stop, what was it, Lieutenant? Breathing?"

Starbuck gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut for once.

"I won't dance. I promise, Master. Please?"

"Why don't you leave him alone, you..." Starbuck started.

"Lieutenant, why don't you sit with the patient while I discuss his care with the Sire?"

"If that's what you want, Doc."

"It would be very helpful, Starbuck. Thank you."

As the other men left the room, he muttered to himself, "In other words, butt out, Bucko. Let the doc do his job."

Robardel tried to move on the bed. His fever was still almost as high as it had been when Dr. Salik had first called Starbuck in to sit with him. Starbuck sat beside the bed and stroked his hair gently. Robardel turned into the caress.

Starbuck smiled as the gesture brought back pleasant memories of his time with Del.

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When Starbuck had chosen Robardel as his *boy,* he really hadn't given it much thought, except to keep him away from Cade. Robardel's reaction hadn't really startled him much - he had known the younger boy would be against it. He had been unprepared, though, for what Robardel told him privately a few days later.

"Bucky, why did you choose me?" Del asked quietly.

"I told you - so Cade wouldn't hurt you."

"But why was that so important to you?" he persisted.

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess."

"Could it be because you ... love me?"

"Love you? What do you mean?"

"Do you love me, Bucky? Because I love you. I have ever since the first time we met - when you took care of me."

"You *love* me? What do you mean, Del?"

"I love you... and if you want me to, I'll gladly be your boy." He looked up anxiously at Starbuck, who had, by this time grown rather taller than he had been when they first met. Unfortunately he hadn't put on any more weight, so he appeared even thinner than he had when he was younger.

"Del, I ..." he started. "I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but I really had no intention of..."

"You don't want me, Bucky?" Robardel sounded disappointed.

"I ... I don't want to hurt you, Del. I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"You wouldn't be taking advantage of me; I want this. I have for a while now. But I'll understand if you don't want me - I'm just another orphan, I know."

"No, no, Del, I just have never thought of you that way. You're so young."

"Old enough to know that I love you," he declared boldly, reaching up to give Starbuck a kiss on the lips.

The kiss lasted for a few minute, then two. When they broke the kiss, Starbuck looked around in a slight panic.

"Did you like that, Bucky?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did." He bent down for another. This one lasted a bit longer and both were panting as they came up for air.

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They hadn't consummated their relationship for a while after they declared their love for each other, but it had eventually grown into a physical love as well. Starbuck mused as he watched his friend on the bed.

"I'll get you out of this one, baby. I promise."

Robardel muttered in his sleep, too soft for Starbuck to hear.

"Well, Lieutenant, thank you for your assistance in caring for my slave, but I'm afraid you're no longer needed here. You may go," Brenyn ordered.

"Stay a moment, Starbuck," Salik countermanded.

"No problem, Doc. I'm not leaving Del to this boray." He stood beside Robardel's bed.

"I don't see any need for his continued presence here, Doctor Salik."

"I do. As I told you already, Lieutenant Starbuck is the only person he will listen to when he wakes up. He wouldn't even let Cassiopeia near him."

"I promise he *will* listen to me, Doctor."

"I believe you will make him more nervous. After all, *you* are the one responsible for his condition."

"My slave will listen to me. He knows better than to ignore my orders."

"It doesn't matter," Starbuck interjected. "I'm not leaving Del. I promised him I would stay."

"I absolve you of that promise, Lieutenant Starbuck. You may leave with a clear conscience. Nothing will happen to my slave if you leave. I am sure you have duties as a pilot."

"I think Lieutenant Starbuck should stay until Robardel's fever goes down. As a matter of fact, I order it as physician. I'll arrange to have your patrol schedule changed, Lieutenant. It's in the best interest of the patient."

Apollo entered the room. "Doctor Salik, do you really think that's necessary? Lieutenant Starbuck has been off patrol for a while now. It's not really fair to the others."

"Captain, I am only doing what I feel is best for my patient. The lieutenant is the only person Robardel will respond to without panic."

"Bucky?" Robardel called out.

"I'm here, Del. And I'm not going anywhere," he said, glaring defiantly at Brenyn and Apollo.

"Don't leave me, Bucky. It hurts."

"He shouldn't be in that much pain. I've given him as strong a dose of painkillers as I can."

Looking back and forth between Starbuck and the doctor, Apollo made a quick decision. "All right, Doctor. If you say Starbuck is needed here, I'll take care of his patrols. But as soon as Robardel is doing better, I expect to see him back on duty."

"Thanks, Apollo," his lover said.

"You're going to owe me, Bucko."

"We shall see, Captain," Brenyn threatened. "I'll go to the commander, if necessary."

"So will I, Sire Brenyn," Salik promised. "And you seem to forget *why* Robardel is here in the first place. You beat him so badly that..."

"Yes, Doctor, I know. You will argue that I violated the contract between slave and master first by beating him so severely and then by refusing what you consider *proper treatment *. That is considered blackmail, you realize, Doctor?"

"If that's what it takes to get proper treatment for this boy, I'm willing to do it, Sire."

"And I'll be right behind him, Brenyn," Starbuck affirmed.

"Somehow I knew you would be, Lieutenant," Robardel's master said dryly. "Very well, the lieutenant may stay until my slave is out of danger. But the centon he *is* out of danger, I want you gone, Lieutenant."

With a triumphant smile, Starbuck nodded. "I understand that, Sire." To himself he added, /But don't count on it./

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Robardel's fever didn't begin to abate for almost another day. Starbuck stayed with him the entire time, napping only briefly on the cot they brought in for him. It seemed every time he fell asleep, Del would wake up calling his name.

Consequently it was an exhausted Lieutenant Starbuck that Doctor Salik ordered to get some rest when Robardel's fever finally did break early the next morning.

"I hear you, Doc. I'm going straight to bed. Call me if he needs anything else, okay?"

"All right, Lieutenant. Now go!"

"I'm going, I'm going. Are you sure he'll be okay? I mean, I can stay..."

"Go *now *, Lieutenant." The doctor sounded irritated and amused at the same time.

As Starbuck finally left, Cassiopeia noted to an equally exhausted Doctor Salik, "He can be quite determined, when he wants to be."

Dryly, the doctor agreed, "I had noticed."

Instead of returning to his own quarters, Starbuck ambled over to Apollo's. Unintentionally, of course. His mind just wasn't on where he was going so his feet took over the direction. He didn't even *think* about checking his duty schedule.

He let himself into the neat, somewhat Spartan quarters, overriding Apollo's pass code easily. "'Pollo?" he called to an apparently empty room.

"Starbuck?" came a sleepy voice from the direction of the bedroom.

"Sorry to wake you. Del's going to be okay. His fever's gone back down again. Salik told me to get some rest. Haven't had any in a while, but I can't seem to relax enough to get to sleep. Sorry again. I'll see you later." He turned and headed for the door.

"Wait, Starbuck. As long as you're here, why don't you sleep here? My bed's more comfortable than yours..."

"Oh, it is, is it? *Now* you tell me. You mean we've been..."

"Oh, shut up and come here, Bucko."

Starbuck practically fell into the open arms that greeted him when he entered the bedroom. Apollo was lying in bed, obviously wearing nothing under the blankets.

"Where's Boxey?" Starbuck asked his lover cautiously.

"Spending some quality time with his grandfather," he answered, kissing Starbuck on the mouth.

"Lucky Boxey," Starbuck sighed, stripping his own clothes off to match Apollo.

"Well, if you'd rather be with my *father* than me, I'm sure I can arrange something," huffed Apollo, pretending to be offended, sticking one bare leg out from under the blankets.

Ignoring the shapely leg that was meant to tempt him, Starbuck teased, "Could you? That would be just great! Maybe next secton?"

Apollo hit his grinning lover with a pillow.

"Ow! Hey, what'd I do to deserve that?" he asked innocently. The only response was another whack with the pillow. " I can play that one, too." Starbuck grabbed the other pillow out from under Apollo and smacked Apollo upside the head. His lover retaliated with another smack, then dodged Starbuck's feint with the pillow only to fall prey to a slap from his hand. The pillow fight continued until it became obvious to Starbuck that he was going to lose. When he realized that exhaustion was going to overcome him, he sneaked in under Apollo's defenses and kissed his bare calf, sucking lightly at the flesh he found there.

"Mmm, you cheat at pillow fights?"

"Only when I know I'm going to lose." He continued his snack, moving up toward Apollo's knee, licking the back of that joint as if it were a treasured delicacy .

"So you admit I won, then?"

"Never." Starbuck kept working his way up Apollo's leg toward his thigh. "Which one of us gave up? You stopped hitting me."

Just to prove the point, Apollo reached for his pillow and thwacked his lover once more. "*You* stopped hitting me."

"Ow! You don't play fair."

"*I* don't play fair?!? You're the one who confessed to cheating!"

"Got any witnesses to that so-called *confession *?"

"Don't need any. You know it as well as I do."

"But I'll never admit it." He yawned.

"Am I *that* exciting?"

"It's not you, 'Pollo. It's just that I haven't slept more than a couple of centares since we found Del and I'm a little on the tired side." He rose from the bed and appropriated Apollo's soft bathrobe.

"Since we found... Starbuck that was almost three days ago."

"Believe me, I know. Salik ordered me to get some rest, but somehow I ended up here instead of my own quarters. Wonder how that happened?" he asked, reaching down to kiss Apollo again, joining him back in the bed.

The kiss broke off as Starbuck yawned again. "Felgercarb! I'm sorry, Apollo, I'm just so tired..."

"I'd better let you get some sleep. Lie down now." He rubbed Starbuck's head soothingly as it lay on his thigh.

"Mmm, that feels good. But, Apollo, I'll never get to sleep if you keep doing that," Starbuck purred.

"You and your head rubs," Apollo laughed back.

"I could get used to this - having you look after me."

"Good night, Lieutenant Starbuck."

"G'night, Captain Apollo, sir."

"Shut up and go to sleep, Bucko."

"Sure, 'Pol."

"Now."

With a sleepy grin, Starbuck reached up and kissed his lover again, just a chaste goodnight kiss this time. He settled back down with his head on Apollo's leg.

"I love you, 'Pol."

"I love you, too, Bucko. Now go to sleep."

With a wink, Starbuck complied with his captain's orders.

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Not long after Starbuck finally fell asleep Athena used her own family pass code to get into her brother's rooms. It was something she didn't do too often, but she thought he might know where Starbuck was. She'd heard Bojay complaining about Starbuck missing three days' worth patrols and saying just exactly what he'd do if the Captain's pet was late for his next patrol. She couldn't find Starbuck anywhere, but, if anyone knew where he was, it would be Apollo. The sight that greeted her eyes made her forget all about warning Starbuck.

Apollo lay on his side, facing the door, his hand on a familiar blond head lying on his leg. Ver-r-ry familiar. The body (also very familiar) that belonged to the head was curled up behind Apollo, with one arm draped over his thigh, hand between his legs. The body was also wearing the robe she had given Apollo for his birthday a few yahrens ago.

Her gasp must have been just loud enough to wake her brother as she realized she was facing a pair of curious green eyes.

"'The? What are you doing here?" he whispered, careful not to wake Starbuck.

"I might ask the same about him," she said in the same way, pointing to the other figure in the bed. "When did *this* happen, Apollo?"

He sighed. He'd thought Starbuck had told Athena already. "Not long ago."

"I suppose it was inevitable. The two of you have always been close."

Apollo breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you feel that way about it. I was a little worried about how you'd take it."

"How *I'd* take it? You'd better worry about Father. I think it's wonderful, big brother."

"Me too. So, what brings you down my way, Sis?"

"Oh, I forgot! Starbuck's due on patrol any centon now and I heard Bojay..."

"Patrol? Oh felgercarb! I forgot! He's in no shape to fly right now..."

"Obviously," she said dryly.

"He hasn't slept in almost three days. He's been with his friend in Life Center."

"I heard about his friend. Will he be all right?"

"Doctor Salik says so. But he had a high fever and would only trust Starbuck while he was out of it, so Bucko's been there this whole time."

"Poor Starbuck! What are you going to do?"

He sighed again, wrapping the sheet around himself. "I guess I'll have to get dressed and take his place. *If* I can move without waking him up." It took a few centons, and Athena's help, but he was able to do just that, leaving Starbuck with a pillow in place of Apollo's leg.

"Actually, he's so far gone, I think it would take a Cylon attack to wake him up," Athena noted.

"No, I don't even think that would do it. Would you stay with him and tell him where I've gone when he wakes up? I hate to leave him while he's asleep, but I don't have much of a choice."

"That depends. Can I play with him a little?"

Apollo laughed. "Sure, but don't hurt him too much - he's mine now."

She smiled like a mouse in a cheese factory. "Don't worry. I'll be careful not to leave any marks."

"Why do I not trust you, sister dear?"

"Can't imagine, brother mine."

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She shook her head no. "Tell him where I've gone, okay?"

"All right. I'll tell him that you've deserted him for someone else. Let's see, who? Bojay? No, he'd never believe that one. Greenbean? Please! Ah, Boomer! Yes, I think you've deserted him for Boomer."

"Well, at least you seem to think I have good taste."

She shrugged and grinned. "You seem to be following in my footsteps, so you must have good taste."

He laughed as he went out the door, forgetting to tell her that they didn't want their relationship made public just yet.

Athena quickly grew bored and regretted her promise to stay until Starbuck woke up. She finally joined him on the bed, falling asleep herself.

Starbuck slept for another centar, then woke and stretched with a yawn. As he stretched, he felt another body in bed with him. Remembering where he was and *who* had been there earlier, he threw an arm across the figure sleeping beside him. He reached down for a quick grope and realized that, whoever he had gone to sleep with, this wasn't the same person.

"What the...?" he asked, his head popping up off the pillow. "Who's there?"

"Oh, Starbuck," Athena purred as she remembered where she was. "It's been so long."

"Athena? What are *you* doing here?"

"I might ask you the same question, lover boy. Why are you in my big brother's bed?"

It wasn't often that Starbuck was left without a word to say, but this was one of those times. He sat up in bed, his mouth open wide.

Athena pushed his jaw up gently with one hand. "Close your mouth, lover boy, it might get stuck that way."

"'The, I don't know what you're thinking, but..."

"I'm thinking that you and my brother have a lot of explaining to do." She let him suffer a few more centons, then took pity on him. "Apollo told me all about it. I think it's wonderful. You're just what big brother needs to liven up his life."

"I thought that was Boxey's job," Starbuck quipped.

Athena laughed. "It was yours long before it was Boxey's. I think you'll be good for each other." Changing the subject, she asked, "How's your friend doing? I heard about him, poor thing. Cass says he's really quite attractive."

"Del? Doctor Salik says he's going to be all right, but it'll be a while before he can walk again. There's some swelling around his spine, but no permanent nerve damage."

"So how did you meet him? At the orphanage?"

He nodded and told her about his first meeting with Robardel.

"So he was getting beaten up and you just stood there and watched? How could you?"

"You remember how skinny I was when you first met me, right? Well, imagine the same scrawny kid *before* he started growing. I was a lot bigger by the time you met me at fifteen than when he met me at twelve."

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "You were even scrawnier? Can't imagine it."

"Trust me - if I'd tried to help Del, they would have beaten the pogees out of him, then had me for dessert." He paused a moment. "Um, where did Apollo go? I mean, he didn't say anything about going anywhere..."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. He's out on patrol. I came by to see if he knew where you were. I'd heard Bojay complaining about you not pulling patrol duty while you were with your friend, so..."

"He's taking *my* patrol? Aw, now I feel even worse. He was tired, too."

"There's no way you could have flown it yourself. You were too tired. You didn't even notice when Apollo and I moved you off of his leg."

He blushed. "Off...? Then I really did fall asleep with my head on his thigh? I thought I just dreamed that."

"That's where you were when I came in, lover boy."

"I'm gonna owe him big, aren't I?"

She nodded. "I'd say so, yes. First he rearranged all your flights so you could be off the past few days, then he took your patrol so you could sleep. And then *he* had to be the one to tell me about you and him. I'd say you owe him. But, knowing you, I'd bet you'll figure out a way to repay him. Just don't tell *me* about it, all right? He *is* my big brother, after all."

Starbuck grinned over at her. "I think you just may be right, 'The. I bet I *can* think of a way to repay him."

"I don't want to hear about it, Starbuck." She rose from the bed. "I'll be going now. Be good to my brother, or I'll come after you."

"That's got me all worried now," he said, giving her a brotherly peck on the cheek.

"It should," she said with a too-sweet smile, sashaying out the door.

He shook his head after she left. "Maybe I *should* worry." He settled back down on the bed, planning how he could repay Apollo's kindness. He fell asleep again long before Apollo reappeared from patrol duty.

When Apollo finally did return, he was exhausted. He had been tired before, but after a six centar patrol, he just wanted to sleep.

He sighed as he remembered that Starbuck was asleep in his bed. As he entered his bedroom, he smiled. Starbuck had fallen asleep with one leg curled in to his stomach, the other straight out, and his head almost completely under the blanket so that only a shock of blond hair and a pair of hands showed from under it.

While admiring the view (the way the blanket clung left little to the imagination), he wondered, "How in the hell does he sleep like that?"

Being careful not to wake his sleeping lover, Apollo quickly undressed and joined him under the blanket.

"Thanks, 'Pol."

"Starbuck? I tried not to wake you up. I'm sorry. I know you need your sleep." Apollo leaned back into the arms that came up from behind him. He felt a kiss and then a tongue on the back of his neck.

"So did you. I woke you when I came in before. How was patrol?"

Apollo shook his head. "Boring. I had to listen to Bojay complain the entire time that..." He stopped.

"That I'm not pulling my fair share? 'The told me. She said she came in and saw us. Seemed pretty cool about it, too."

"Um-hmm. Surprised me, too. As close as you two were, I expected her to be a little more angry than she was."

"Don't underestimate your little sister. She actually threatened me if I hurt you."

Apollo laughed. "I can see you're shaking in your boots."

Solemnly Starbuck answered, "I'm not wearing any boots. Or anything else, for that matter."

"Is that so?" Apollo asked, interested.

"That is so. How 'bout you?"

"Me neither. I'm not wearing any boots either, Bucko."

Starbuck laughed. "I think you've been around me too long, 'Pol. That's the kind of answer *I'd* give."

"Hmm. Does this mean I should go away?"

"Hmm, yourself. These are *your* quarters."

"So they are. So should I send *you* away, then?"

"Just you try, Apollo."

"You mean I can't get rid of you, Bucko?"

"I mean that I will love you as long as I live, Captain Apollo, sir."

"Likewise, Lieutenant Starbuck." He yawned. "Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until I get some sleep to demonstrate my devotion."

"Shh, then. Just relax. Here, let me give you a massage."

Starting with his captain's neck, Starbuck proceeded to work his muscles until it seemed to Apollo that he was one big blob of relaxed jelly. He finally dozed off to sleep as Starbuck's hands reached his hips.

"So that's how exciting *I* am, hmm?" Starbuck murmured as he watched his lover sink deeper into sleep. He curled up behind Apollo and followed him into slumber.

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When they woke up again, the two lovers both realized they hadn't eaten in quite a while. After a quick kiss, they dressed and headed to the Officers' Mess for a meal. They had barely started to eat when they saw a radiant Cassiopeia heading toward them. Radiantly angry, that is, but they didn't realize it at the time.

"Hi, Cass. How's Del doing?" were the first (and last) words out of Starbuck's mouth before she slapped him hard.

Heads turned as she began a verbal attack on the open-mouthed lieutenant.

"You... you arrogant, egotistical, manipulative little son of a ...! How dare you send your little friend to ask me to..."

"Cassiopeia, what's the matter?" Apollo demanded, interrupting her tirade.

"I'm not surprised that you don't know, Apollo. Starbuck's little friend told me that *our boy* here has a little secret. Seems he was an Orphanage-trained socialator before he went to the Academy. And he has the gall to suggest... Ooh how *dare* you, you daggit!" Turning to Apollo, she continued, "Your *boyfriend* here has apparently suggested to his little friend that he and I would make an ideal team of socialators, that *he* could even teach me a few new tricks. I would never have thought it possible that you could sink so low, Starbuck. Don't you dare ever come near me again!"

Cassiopeia's second slap seemed to restore Starbuck's breathing with a gasp. He had stopped completely during her denunciation. Without another glance at him, she turned and stalked from the room.

Apollo watched the expression on his lover's now pale face change from hurt confusion to humiliation. Starbuck raised a shaky hand to the cheek she had slapped as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. Then he got up jerkily from the table and followed Cassiopeia from the Officers' Mess without a word, avoiding eye contact with anyone on his way out.

"Starbuck, wait!"

He just sped up and practically ran from the room.

The room began to buzz as people realized what Cassiopeia had said. She had been loud enough that most of the people around had heard every word. Apollo just sat, stunned by the revelation. He finally rose and followed Starbuck, but couldn't find him. Boomer followed him out, having heard the whole thing.

"Need some help, Captain?"

"I don't know, Boomer. I don't think I've ever seen him look like that before."

"Me neither and we roomed together at the Academy. Where do you think he'd go?"

Apollo shook his head. "I don't know. I'll check his quarters. Do you know of any places he goes when he wants to be alone?"

"I'll check his viper."

"Good idea. If you see or hear anything, let me know. I didn't like the look on his face."

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Starbuck stormed into Life Center determined to get an answer from Robardel.

"Why?" he practically shouted at his friend. "Why did you do that? How could you say those things to Cassiopeia?"

"What? What things? I haven't spoken to anybody, Bucky. What happened?"

"You know perfectly well what happened, you little daggit. You told Cass about... about what went on at the orphanage. How could you say those things to her?"

Robardel shrank back away from his old friend. "I didn't say *anything,* Bucky. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know. It had to have been you. There's no one else around who would know."

"Just me, Bucky boy," came a familiar voice from behind Starbuck. "I know. I thought this little slave's master told you not to come around him anymore."

Turning slowly around, Starbuck controlled his temper. "Cade. So *you* told Cassie about the orphanage. You hurt her, you know."

"Sire Brenyn told you someone would get hurt if you didn't stop."

"You're working with Brenyn now. Somehow, that figures. Maybe we could go somewhere else and *talk* ...?"

"That's what I would suggest, Bucky. Let's go someplace else."

"Did you have some place in mind?" Starbuck asked.

"I thought maybe the place where you found him," indicating Robardel on the bed, who looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't dare.

"That works for me. After you," Starbuck said suavely indicating that Cade should precede him.

As they left Life Center, Cade looked furtively around, hoping he wouldn't see... frak! There he was. Sighing, he led the way to the celestial dome where this had all started.

They entered the dome and Starbuck set the locks, his own private code that would require a command override.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. I really am."

Taking a swing at the other man, Starbuck asked, "Since when have you ever been sorry for hurting anybody, Cade?" His fist connected with Cade's jaw, sending the other man to the floor.

"Lieutenant Starbuck, you really should listen when people try to warn you," Brenyn said behind him.

Starbuck turned to see Brenyn flanked by three large thugs.

"What do *you* want, Brenyn?"

"I want you to leave my slaves alone, Lieutenant. I thought I had made that clear. I understand that you visited my slave again in your Life Center."

"Yes, I went to see Del again. I needed to ask him some questions."

"It sounded to an eyewitness like you were threatening him."

"What eyewitness? We were alone." Realizing the only person it could have been, he turned to the man still lying on the floor. "Cade." The scorn in his voice was thick.

"You will not threaten this one, Lieutenant. Boys, hold the lieutenant."

The thugs behind him came for Starbuck. He looked nervously at the three larger men and turned his back to the wall, preparing to fight them. He was scared witless, but couldn't see another way out of this. He'd been set up by Cade once again.

It took a few centons to subdue him, outnumbered and out-sized as he was. Two of them held Starbuck while the third rubbed his head where Starbuck had kicked him in the struggle.

Brenyn eyed him coldly.

"Going to try to replay what you did to Del, Brenyn? You won't get away with it. I'm a warrior, not an innocent slave." He choked on the word.

"Strip him," Brenyn ordered his toughs. When Starbuck stood naked before him, he eyed the young man hungrily. "Cade, you didn't tell me he was such a beauty."

Cade looked embarrassed. "He's filled out some since I saw him last, Sire. When I left the orphanage, he was still a scrawny kid."

"Hold him." The men forced Starbuck down onto the floor. Brenyn unfastened his own pants. "I hadn't planned on *this *, Lieutenant, but I have been deprived of the services of my favorite slave for too long now."

"You can't do this, Brenyn."

"Watch me, Lieutenant."

"No!" /I can't believe this is happening again/ Starbuck thought fearfully. "NO!" He fought against the men holding him, but they held on tight.

"Spread his legs. Good, that's it."

"Sire."

"Be quiet, Cade." He knelt behind Starbuck and thrust one finger inside him. Starbuck stiffened at the touch and struggled harder. "You can't get away, Lieutenant. Accept it."

"No!" he almost sobbed, then cried out as Brenyn replaced his finger with his penis. The men held him tightly as Brenyn raped him.

His mind flew back to the orphanage, back to the last time Cade had raped him. That time, he had ended up in the infirmary for two whole sectons. Despite all the yahrens between the two acts, he felt fourteen again, held down and savagely used by someone else.

At first he didn't even realize the man had stopped. In his mind, he was still back in the woods where Cade usually raped him. He didn't notice as the thugs forced his wrists and ankles into shackles to hold him down. He was called back to the present as he heard and felt something else. The sound was a sharp crack in the air and the feeling - it hurt, but he couldn't quite identify the source of the hurt. Something lashed at his back. He yelped in pain and tried to turn his head to see just what was happening.

"You won't get away with this, Brenyn," he gasped out.

"I don't think I have anything to worry about, Lieutenant. As I told you earlier, just think about who might be hurt if you don't accede to my wishes. You've already seen one example with your pretty blonde friend..."

"Cass? You did that to her because...?"

"I don't appreciate being disobeyed. You do have other *friends,* don't you? Especially that Captain *friend* of yours. You'd hate to see *him* hurt on your account, now wouldn't you?"

"Apollo?"

Starbuck heard the crack again and felt the pain on his back. He yelped again.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite toys - a barbed whip. Now a regular whip is quite painful, but add a tiny little barb on the end, and it becomes even more fun. The barb catches into the flesh, tearing as it snaps back. It's quite effective at subduing recalcitrant slaves."

He took careful aim and flicked the whip again, aiming this time for the tender flesh of Starbuck's buttocks. Now that he knew what to expect, he managed not to cry out, with an effort. He kept himself from screaming for the next few blows.

"Oh, come now, Lieutenant, it's not much fun unless you play along with the game. You have to beg me to stop. It's really much more fun that way."

Starbuck gritted his teeth and glared at the man as best he could. Even with the shackles, the thugs still held him face down on the floor, positioned so that they were in no danger of being hit by the now bloody whip. He resolved not to cry out, just to irritate the other man.

He managed to keep that resolve for a while, silently counting the blows that rained down on his back, buttocks and legs. After the tenth hit, however, he let out a muffled gasp, which seemed to please Brenyn.

"Good, that's it, Lieutenant." He brought the whip back down again, carefully aiming at the most sensitive areas to cause maximum pain. Starbuck moaned and then yelped as the man started to speed up his attack. Unable to stand the pain any longer, he cried out in agony, screaming over and over again until his throat gave out and the only sound he could make was a whisper.

"Now, remember, Lieutenant, I want you to stay away from my slaves. I'm going to leave you here, for now. I'll send someone up to you when you've had a chance to think about my suggestion."

"Brenyn," was all Starbuck managed to croak out before the door shut. He fainted from the pain.

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Boomer headed into Life Center, thinking that Starbuck might have gone to see his friend. He found Robardel staring nervously at the door.

"Hi, I'm Boomer." At Robardel's confused look, he added, "I'm a friend of Starbuck's?"

"Oh, hello." He looked up briefly, then quickly looked away, eyes back on the door.

Boomer frowned. The man was entirely too nervous acting for his taste. "So, have you seen Bucko today?"

Robardel gave a start. "Why do you ask?"

"Just been looking for him, that's all. He had a bit of a scene in the Officers' Mess today. Seems someone told Cassiopeia that he'd been a socialator back at the orphanage. You seem to be the only one who knew him back then. I thought he might have come here..."

Robardel nodded. "He did." He looked away from Boomer's face.

"Look up at me," he ordered. "I don't trust a man who won't look me in the eye."

Reluctantly Robardel obeyed the order. He cringed as Boomer stared straight at him. "He came, spoke to me, then left."

"Did he go alone or was somebody with him?"

Robardel looked away again in a panic.

"Who was with him, Robardel? Was it your master, Sire Brenyn?"

"No, not the master. It was Cade. He left with Cade. You have to help him. He's in big trouble. The master doesn't like it when he's disobeyed, even if it's not one of his slaves."

"*One* of his...? You mean he has more?"

"Yes, there are several of us. Cade is one, too. He was just following orders. He didn't want to, but Bucky's in trouble."

"Where did they go?"

"I can't tell you," Robardel whimpered. "The master will kill me for saying as much as I have already. Please."

"Where did they go?"

After a moment, Robardel answered, "I heard Cade say something about going back where they found me."

"The celestial dome?"

Robardel nodded miserably. "Please don't tell anyone I told you. The master would kill me for what I've said."

"I won't. How long ago did they leave here?"

"It's been centares now. Go help him. He's in trouble."

Without even taking time to call Apollo, Boomer ran toward the dome. As he got closer, he slowed, then stopped to comm Apollo, to let him know where he was headed.

"The celestial dome? I'll meet you there as quick as I can," Apollo promised.

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Starbuck came to some time later - he had no way of knowing how long he'd been lying there. All he knew was that he hurt worse than he had ever hurt in his life. He tried to move, but, between the shackles and the agony in his back, found it impossible. He tried calling out for help, forgetting that his throat was already raw from screaming. All he managed was a brief, hoarse whisper.

He lay there for some time, in pain and unable to do anything. He finally passed out again. When he regained consciousness later, he was still unable to move and his back felt like it was on fire. He felt dizzy just lying on the floor and couldn't remember at first where he was or what had happened. It took a few centons before he recollected his predicament.

Then he heard it - a noise - someone was trying to open the door to the dome! He tried again to call out, to let someone know he was there, but his voice was still a whisper.

"Bucko?" a voice called from the other side of the door. "Bucko, you in there?"

"Boomer? Boom-Boom, I'm here," he croaked out to no avail.

"Bucko?" Boomer sounded a little less sure of himself this time. Robardel had been so certain that Starbuck would be here. He moved away from the door, then heard something from the celestial dome. "Starbuck? Are you in there?" Another crash answered. It sounded like something hitting the floor.

Starbuck's hopes soared as he brought his arms down on the floor again. It had worked! The noise of the shackles hitting the floor had attracted Boomer's attention. He panted, the movement having taken so much of his little store of energy.

"If that's you, Bucko, hit once. If it's somebody else, hit twice." He listened carefully for any sound. One crash greeted his ears. "Thank the lords I found you. We've been looking everywhere. Just a centon, I'll have this open - frak! I can't open it! I should be able to override this. What is this? Why can't I get this thing open?"

Inwardly Starbuck cringed. His own code was being used against him. He cursed his own stupidity in allowing himself to be set up like this. Only a command code could override his lock. Or - Apollo! Apollo knew his codes and knew how to open them.

"Bucko, I'm going to have to get some help on this. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Starbuck raised his arms one more time and brought them down as hard as he could.

"Frak! I'll call Cassiopeia. Hold on, Bucko."

"Did you find him, Boomer?"

Apollo! Starbuck could have cried in relief. Apollo could open the door.

"Yeah, Apollo, he's in there, but I can't get in. He's hurt, too."

"Hurt? Starbuck? You okay?" One, then two crashes from inside.

"That means no," Boomer translated.

"Starbuck, how do I unlock the door? Is it one of your codes?" One crash.

"That means yes. You know how to override it?"

"I think so. Let me try." He punched in the code. "It worked! Starbuck, where are you?" The two men rushed into the celestial dome and stopped short at the sight of Starbuck prone on the floor, his back covered with blood. "Oh, Sagan. Boomer, call for a med team."

"'Pol, I knew you'd come," Starbuck rasped out.

"Dear lords, what happened to you?"

Starbuck coughed and whimpered at the pain. "Brenyn."

"Sire Brenyn did this to you? Why?"

Starbuck nodded. "I went to see Del again. Cade was there. He's the one who told Cass..."

"Cade? Who's this Cade?" Apollo stroked his lover's hair gently. "Never mind. There'll be time for questions later."

"Hurts, 'Pol. Hurts." Starbuck turned his head into Apollo's loving strokes.

"Shh, the med team'll be here soon." It was Apollo's turn to shoot an agonized glance at someone else.

Boomer knelt beside his two best friends, trying to comfort them both. "They're on their way, guys. It won't be long. At least I can get these things off, Bucko," he said, starting on the shackles. It didn't take him long to pick the locks, freeing Starbuck's wrists and ankles. Once freed, Starbuck's hand found Apollo's and squeezed weakly.

The med team finally appeared, headed again by Cassiopeia.

"Am I glad to see you guys," Apollo called over to them. "He's over here."

When Cassiopeia saw the figure on the floor, she almost left the room. She was still angry with him for his supposed comments.

"I think it might be better if someone else were to do this," she told Apollo gently.

"Cass?" Starbuck croaked. "I never said any of those things. It was Cade. He said it to hurt you. I'm sorry, Cass." He was slightly breathless as he finished, the effort of trying to speak leaving him even more exhausted.

She didn't say a word, but started examining his wounds. "How long has he been like this?"

"I don't know. We just found him a few centons ago. We've been looking for him for centares now, though."

"Some of these look pretty bad. They look like the wounds we found on Robardel..."

Starbuck nodded. "Brenyn's favorite toy," he whispered.

"Sire Brenyn did this?" she asked, unconsciously echoing Apollo's earlier question.

"Apparently he wasn't too pleased that Starbuck went back to see Robardel again. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but..." Apollo stopped as Starbuck whimpered again. One of the med techs had touched one of the worse welts on his back. His strength was nearly gone, eroded by the centares of pain.

" All right, let's move him to the stretcher."

Still holding on to Apollo's hand, Starbuck managed not to howl in pain as they moved him.

"Cass, I never said those things. Believe me?"

She looked over at Apollo, and nodded her head. "I believe you. Let's get him to Life Center."

Apollo refused to relinquish Starbuck's hand on the brief trip to Life Center. Cassiopeia had revealed their relationship in the Officers' Mess, so he saw no point in further pretense. Besides, the touch seemed to comfort Starbuck, so it was worth it. He babbled incoherently the whole way to Life Center, nearly delirious from the pain.

Salik frowned as he saw the young lieutenant's back. "What's happened here?' he demanded.

"It appears that the patient has been whipped, and..." Cassiopeia paused, looking at Apollo then quickly back down, "and also raped."

Apollo's mouth dropped open, followed quickly by Boomer's. "What?" they asked in unison.

"There are tears around his rectum that would indicate anal intercourse. As far as the wounds on his back, I thought it would be better to let you look at them first, Doctor."

"Yes, quite right, technician. Get him into a room."

Starbuck still held Apollo's hand.

"Er, Captain, you'll have to let go so we can treat him," an unsuspecting med tech noted.

As Apollo tried to let go of the so dear hand, Starbuck squeezed tighter. "Don't go, 'Pol. Don't leave me."

"Shh, it's all right, Bucko. Cass is here. She'll stay with you. I'll just be in the way."

"No. Don't leave me, 'Pol."

At Apollo's agonized look, Cassiopeia moved closer to Starbuck. "I'm here, Starbuck. We need for Apollo to move out of the way so we can treat your back. I'll be right here with you."

"Cass? You're not still mad at me?"

"No, I just can't stay mad at you for long, can I, Starbuck?" /More fool me/ she thought to herself, stroking his hair gently.

Reluctantly Starbuck abandoned his hold on Apollo's hand.

"I won't be far, Starbuck. I'm going to go talk to Robardel."

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Robardel pretended to be asleep when Apollo came into the room. He had seen the captain with Starbuck while the latter had been staying with him, and had asked Cassiopeia about him. He knew instinctively that Apollo was going to ask him some uncomfortable questions and wanted to avoid them as long as possible.

"I know you're awake, Robardel," Apollo stated flatly. "Don't try to fool me."

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. He looked up at the tight, angry face and frowned.

"I'm Captain Apollo, a friend of Starbuck's. I have a few questions I want to ask you."

"Hello, Captain. What did you want to ask me?"

"First, I want to tell you that Starbuck's been hurt. Probably by your master, Sire Brenyn."

"Hurt? How is he?"

"Brenyn apparently used the same whip on him that he used on you. His back is pretty bad right now. And it looks like he raped him as well."

"No! Poor Bucky, not again!"

"What do you mean, again?"

"I shouldn't have said... I'm sorry, I can't say any more. If Bucky hasn't told you... it's not my place to say anything. I'm sorry."

"What do you know about this attack?"

"Nothing, I swear. How is he? Can I see him?"

"Dr. Salik is in with him now. We just brought him in. He said something about someone named Cade. Do you know anyone by that name?"

"Please don't ask me any more questions. I can't answer. If my master finds out, he'll..."

"He'll do nothing compared to what *I'll* do if anything happens to Starbuck!" Apollo threatened.

"Please! My master will kill me." The genuine terror in the man's eyes stopped Apollo for the moment.

Boomer came in with the same thought Apollo had had.

"I see you beat me to it. Has he said anything?"

"You told! You promised me you wouldn't say anything to anybody!"

"I didn't tell anything."

"What? What's going on?" Apollo asked, confused.

"I came here earlier, while I was looking for Starbuck. He's the one who told me to look in the celestial dome."

"Please," Robardel begged. "If my master finds out, he *will* kill me. He doesn't like to be disobeyed. You saw what he's done to me already. He would kill me without hesitation if he knew I'd told you where to look. Please, I can't say anything more."

The two friends looked at each other, then at the man on the bed.

"Tell me who this Cade is," Apollo demanded. "I heard Starbuck mention his name too and I want to know who he is."

"We knew him back at the orphanage. He - ran things."

"Ran things?"

"The orphanage was his turf, his place to lord it over the rest of us. He used to beat up the boys younger and smaller than he was."

"Meaning Starbuck... and you."

"Yeah, Bucky more than me. I think I should let Bucky tell you the rest."

"What rest? Tell me or I'll let your master know exactly who told us where to find him."

"Go ahead, then. If Bucky wants to tell you the rest, he'll tell you. I did my best to help him. I won't betray his confidence." He glared up at Apollo. "If you care about him, you won't keep asking questions he doesn't want answered."

An unwelcome voice sounded from the door. "Captain Apollo, when I said I didn't want my slave to be harassed, I meant that I didn't want him harassed by *any* of your men, including you."

"Excuse me, Sire Brenyn, but a crime has been committed and we were just asking your slave some questions about it."

"My slave has been here the whole time, unable even to walk. I trust he couldn't have committed any crimes."

"No, but I thought he might have some information regarding the crime. He didn't so I'll leave him alone now."

"Oh, thank you, Captain. By the way, what was the crime in question?"

"Lieutenant Starbuck was attacked and beaten."

"How awful. I trust he wasn't seriously injured?"

"We don't know how severe his injuries are yet. Dr. Salik is with him now."

"I know this must be a particularly trying time for *you *, Captain. You have my most profound sympathies. Everyone knows of the legendary *friendship* between Starbuck and Apollo," Brenyn said smoothly, with a special inflection on the words 'you' and 'friendship'.

Boomer laid a restraining hand on Apollo's arm. "Thank you, Sire Brenyn. I'm sure Captain Apollo is grateful for your sympathy. Shall we go now, Captain?"

"Yes, I'm sure there must be other people for you to harass, I mean, question."

"Thank you, Sire Brenyn." The two warriors left the room. "I really don't like that man," Boomer growled.

"Neither do I. I didn't like him to start with, and if he *is* the one who hurt Starbuck, I swear to you, Boomer... How is he, Doctor?" Apollo asked as the doctor came out of Starbuck's room.

"He'll be fine. He's probably going to have some infection from those places on his back. Brenyn must have used the same whip he used on Robardel without even cleaning off the old blood."

"Is there anything I can do to help him?"

"It might be a good idea if you kept yourself available, Captain. He places a great value on your friendship. We've cleaned the wounds up with antiseptic, so hopefully, if he's lucky he won't need any further treatment. If they do get infected, though, he's going to need help applying the antibiotics. I'll want to monitor him at least overnight."

"He can stay with me for the time being when he leaves. He can sleep in Boxey's bed. Boxey can stay with my father."

Salik nodded.

"Can I see him?"

"For a few centons only. He's still weak. I gave him as strong a dose of painkiller as I could, but it may not have been enough. I'm sure it's futile of me to tell you that you can leave him?"

Apollo smiled and nodded. "I plan on staying here until you kick me out."

"Um-hmm," Salik nodded sagely. "Why don't you go see him?"

"Thank you, Doctor." Apollo entered the room to find Starbuck lying on his stomach, his eyes half closed. "Starbuck?" he asked tentatively.

"'Pollo? S'at you?"

"How you feeling?"

"Now that is a truly stupid question, 'Pollo. I feel like hell." He tried to grin.

"Dr. Salik said I could only stay for a centon. I think it would be a good idea if you spent a few days with me after you're released. Dr. Salik says you'll need some help with your back."

"That'd be nice." He did manage to grin sleepily at that one.

"I'd better go before he kicks me out. Get some rest, Bucko. I'll be here if you need me."

"Thanks, 'Pol," he said on a yawn.

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The next morning, Dr. Salik released Starbuck reluctantly. The only reason he did so was a long familiarity with the pilot's stubborn streak. The lieutenant felt much better and was insistent on leaving Life Center. He was still weak and sore, but determined to get back out. Apollo had already moved some of Starbuck's things into his own quarters, but *not* to Boxey's room.

As he lay down on his stomach on Apollo's bed, Starbuck murmured, "You're right, 'Pol, your bed *is* more comfortable. I could get used to this."

"Well, you'll have to for a while anyway. At least until Dr. Salik gives you the all clear to go back on duty."

"Since when do I ever wait that long?"

"Watch out, Bucko. You forget *I* make out your duty schedule. You try to go back too soon and I'll have you walking security for Reese."

Starbuck laughed. "We'd kill each other."

"Besides, you're not going to be able to sit for a while."

"True. Right now the thought of a six centar patrol is a nightmare."

"I thought they usually were for you."

"Nah, I love flying. Always have. It's the paperwork I hate. Always wanted to be a pilot."

"So I understand from your friend Robardel."

Starbuck shifted uncomfortably. "What else did he tell you?"

Apollo sat down on the edge of the bed and took Starbuck's hand. "Who's Cade? He wouldn't tell us."

His lover looked away. "Just a bully from the orphanage."

"And he's back here? On the Galactica?"

Nodding, Starbuck answered, "He lured me to the celestial dome for Brenyn."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really, no."

"Why don't you ever tell me what's bothering you?"

"Why do you always insist there's something bothering me?" he asked, irritated.

"I only do it when it's obvious that there's something wrong. Like now - you won't look me in the eye, you're irritable..."

"Why won't you just leave it alone, Apollo?" Starbuck asked, almost goaded into saying something else.

"If that's what you want, Starbuck..."he said, sounding offended. He rose from the bed and walked over toward the door.

"I'm sorry, Apollo, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just hard for me to talk about Cade. There are things you don't know about my past, 'Pollo. Like why I was so glad to get away from that hellhole." The captain stopped by the door, but didn't turn around. Reluctantly, as if the story were being pulled from him, Starbuck told Apollo what had happened. "You interested in knowing how they 'recruited' new socialator trainees back at the orphanage? They rape them. Cade was the one who forced me into training as a socialator." He refused to look his lover in the eye, trying to keep himself as distant from the past as possible. He forced his emotions in check, trying to bury them the way had for the past eighteen yahrens.

Apollo didn't move. "He raped you? Back at the orphanage?"

"I was eleven the first time. Afterward, I went to the infirmary because I was bleeding. The doctor had to report it to the director of the orphanage. He didn't believe me. It only stopped when I agreed to start training. The last time, I was in the infirmary for two sectons. I was fourteen." The words came out harsher and more bitter than he intended.

"He raped you for three yahrens?"

Starbuck continued bitterly, his voice shaking. "While Brenyn was using me, all I could think of was that last time Cade... I felt like I was fourteen again, held down and helpless. Feel better now? Is that enough for you or do you want details?" he asked angrily. The anger he had been repressing started to come out now, directed at the person closest to him.

"I'm sorry, Starbuck. I just want to help you any way I can."

"You can help me best by leaving it alone. I've dealt with it all these yahrens, I can keep on dealing with it," he snapped, his voice breaking.

After an uncomfortable pause, Apollo ventured, "I'll let you get some rest. Let me know if I can do anything for you, okay?" He felt helpless in the face of his lover's pain.

Wordlessly, Starbuck nodded. Apollo turned back toward the bed. He bent over and kissed his lover gently on the head.

"I love you, you know."

Eyes closed against the tears that threatened, he answered, "I know. I love you, too. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I've never told anybody else, not since the orphanage." Anger evaporated as he recognized what he was doing. The love so freely offered had its effect on him.

"If you need to talk to somebody, I'll be here."

"You always have been."

"Get some sleep, Bucko."

"Is that an order, Captain Apollo, sir?"

"Does it need to be?"

With a yawn, he answered, "No, I guess not. I don't seem to have a choice in the matter."

After a pause, he asked, "'Pollo, did Del say anything else?"

"No, he said that you would tell me if you wanted me to know."

"It's not that, 'Pol. I'm not exactly proud of what I had to do and what happened at that place. I didn't want to lose your respect."

"That's not likely to happen anytime in the near future, Bucko. I love you too much."

"Thanks. I needed that. G'night, 'Pol." He gave a weak smile that was reflected on Apollo's face.

"Good night, Bucko."

Apollo went back into his bedroom several hours later to see if Starbuck were ready to eat. He stopped just inside the door, smiling again at his lover's unusual sleeping position. Starbuck had moved again into the strange position he had been in before, with one leg stretched out, the other curled in tightly to his chest, nothing showing but a lock of hair and his hands. Apollo called his lover's name softly and received no response. He went over to the bed and shook his shoulder gently. The only response was a weak moan.

"Starbuck? Are you all right?"

"Cold. So cold."

"Starbuck?" He pulled the covers back slightly, just enough to reach Starbuck's forehead. "Starbuck, you have a fever. I'm going to call Dr. Salik." He pulled the blankets back up over the shivering pilot.

"Hurts, 'Pol."

After a quick talk with Dr. Salik, Apollo helped Starbuck out of bed and started toward Life Center.

"Come on, Bucko, the doctor's waiting for us. He wants to have a look at your back again. It must be getting infected, judging from your fever."

"Don't wanna go. Wanna sleep. I'm cold."

"It'll be warmer in Life Center. Come on." He kept up a flow of encouragement as they walked to where the doctor was waiting. They were almost at the door when Starbuck finally collapsed against Apollo with a whimper.

"Can't do any more, 'Pol."

"Come on, Bucko, we're almost there. Just a few more steps... you can do it," he said encouragingly.

Starbuck sagged lower. "Hurts too bad - dizzy. Can't make it."

"It's all right, love, I'll get someone to help us." In a louder voice, he called out for help. Two med techs rushed from Life Center and took Starbuck from Apollo's arms, carrying him into a room already prepared.

"Get him in here," Salik ordered.

"He almost made it here, then collapsed," Apollo apologized. "The fever must have started while he was sleeping. I left him alone to sleep and, when I went in to ask him about eating..."

"You told me this already. Move out of the way," Salik ordered again. "Get that shirt off him; I need to see his back. I knew I shouldn't have released him yet. Damn!" The reluctant profanity was dragged out of him when he saw Starbuck's back. The welts from the whip were an angry red color, mottled with other colors Apollo didn't even have a name for. His whole back was covered with stripes and streaks of infection. "Move, Captain!"

Apollo reluctantly headed toward the door. As he reached it, Cassiopeia tugged gently on his arm and pulled him out into the hallway.

"Come on, Apollo, let Dr. Salik do his job."

"Cassie? Why aren't you in there?"

"I still have too many mixed feelings about him. It's best if I watch out for anything else that comes up with one of the other patients. Or with their loved ones," she said with a smile.

"I did what Dr. Salik told me to do. I made him rest, I had just fixed him something to eat when I found him."

"Shh, Apollo, I know. Dr. Salik was afraid of something like this, but released him because he knew Starbuck wouldn't rest in here. Let's go sit down."

He followed her blindly, eyes still on the door where they were treating Starbuck. "I feel so guilty. There must have been something I could have done to prevent this..."

"Nonsense, Apollo," Cassiopeia said briskly. "This would probably have happened if he had stayed here, too. Don't start blaming yourself. If you have to blame anyone, make it Sire Brenyn. He's the one who did this to Starbuck. Has he been arrested yet?"

Apollo shook his head. "No, Starbuck's not pressing charges. He won't say why, just that he doesn't want to see anybody else get hurt."

"What does he mean by that? If Brenyn's arrested, there's no way he could hurt anyone else, is there?"

"I wouldn't think so, but *he* seemed convinced of it. I wish they'd tell me how he's doing."

"Apollo, he's only been in there a few centons; give the doctor time to work."

"I'm sorry. I love him so much, Cassie, I can't stand the thought of him in pain. If anything happens to him, I don't care what he said, Brenyn is going to hear from me."

"I know, Apollo, I know. Dr. Salik said he'd be okay, remember? Trust him; he knows what he's doing."

"I wish he would tell us something. I can't stand waiting."

"You've been around Starbuck too long. He can't stand waiting, either."

Apollo smiled a little at that. "He never has been able to, not as long as I've known him."

"You've known him a long time, haven't you?"

He nodded. "Since the Academy. He conned me into writing most of his papers for him. How he managed to graduate, I'll never know. He got caught once or twice with papers I had written. They were going to expel him. I don't know why they didn't."

"It's a good thing they didn't. He's such a good pilot."

"He's the best pilot we've got. I wish Salik would say something."

As if in answer to Apollo's wish, Dr. Salik came out of the room, looking grim.

"How is he?" both Apollo and Cassiopeia asked at the same time.

"He's going to be fine, but the infection is a bad one, to show up this soon. It usually takes longer for one to show up. I'm going to keep him here a few days at least, whether he likes it or not."

"Can I see him?" Apollo asked desperately.

"Can I stop you?"

"Probably not."

"He's been sedated so he won't be awake long. He's still in a lot of pain, too. The painkillers are taking a little while to get started. Just a few centons, Captain," he said to Apollo's retreating form.

"Starbuck?"

"'Pollo? Hurts, 'Pollo. Why?"

"Shh, it's going to be all right, Starbuck. Dr. Salik's going to keep you here a few days this time, just to make sure, but you'll be all right, Bucko."

"Thanks, 'Pollo. Don't leave me."

"I wouldn't think of it, Bucko. I love you."

"Love you, too, 'Pollo." He tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace as a sharp pain lanced through his back. Apollo grabbed for Starbuck's hand and squeezed. His lover tried to squeeze back weakly. "So tired. It hurts, 'Pollo. Hurts so bad."

"Shh, you just rest. Dr. Salik said he gave you a sedative. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll be right here." He stroked the blond hair gently.

"Feels good." The smile returned tentatively. No pain this time. He relaxed a little, snuggled up to Apollo's hand. He fell asleep in that position, Apollo's hand on his head, a smile on his face.

Despite Dr. Salik's protests, Apollo stayed with Starbuck. They brought a cot in for him to sleep on, but he didn't leave the chair by Starbuck's bed.

In the morning, Dr. Salik came in to check on his patient.

"Good morning, Captain. It really is unnecessary for you to stay here. He'll get the best care possible."

"I know, Dr. Salik, but I can't stand the thought of him waking up and me not being here."

"I suspected as much," grumped the doctor. "Well, let me get close enough to see how he is, hmm?" He stripped the bandages from Starbuck's back and frowned. The frown deepened as he continued his examination. "Hmm..." he repeated.

"What is it, Doctor?" Apollo asked, worried.

"This infection doesn't seem to be responding to the treatment. His fever is still high and his back looks terrible."

"What's wrong?"

"It seems to be resistant to this treatment." He called Cassiopeia in and gave his orders for Starbuck's treatment, then left while they were being carried out.

To Apollo's amazement, Cassiopeia reopened the worst of the wounds and started cleaning them, then inserted tubes to drain the infection off. She also packed the wounds with antibiotics. The whole time she was working, Starbuck whimpered. It was all Apollo could do to stand still and remind himself that this was for Starbuck's benefit.

When she finished, there was an uncomfortable silence between Apollo and the pretty med tech. Now that the initial shock of seeing Starbuck in such bad condition had passed, they both remembered the little scene in the Officers' Mess.

"Apollo, I'm sorry," Cassiopeia started.

"It's all right, Cassie."

"I was so angry with him, and hurt, that I didn't think about who *else* might get hurt. I'm sorry. I know you didn't want everyone to know just yet."

"It's okay. The truth had to come out sooner or later, anyway. I'm not ashamed that I love him."

"I wish both of you nothing but the best, Apollo. If I had to lose out to someone or something, I'm glad it was you, not the Pyramid tables, or the Triad court."

"And not my sister?"

She blushed. "I have nothing against Athena. If she had won his love, I'd be congratulating her instead of you."

"That's big of you. If she *had* won, she'd have gloated over it until there was no standing her."

"Yeah, well, she had her chance," Cassiopeia muttered under her breath.

"Yes, she did. And am I glad she blew it."

They both smiled at that, then turned back to the still figure on the bed.

"I don't really have any more excuse to stay in here. I should be attending to other patients now," Cassiopeia complained.

"You said you were also here to look after the family and friends of the patients, didn't you?" She nodded. "Well, I could use some comforting right about now. Tell me again that he'll be all right."

"Dr. Salik anticipates a full recovery within a few sectons after we get rid of this infection."

"Why is the infection being such a problem?"

"I don't know. It's being as stubborn as *he* is."

"Appropriate, somehow." They both smiled once more, guiltily. Suddenly serious again, Apollo sat back down beside the bed. "I can't stand waiting like this. I don't want to lose him. I feel like I just found him."

"Don't worry, Apollo. Listen to Dr. Salik; he knows what he's doing. If he says Starbuck will be all right, he'll be all right."

"I know, I know. I just hate waiting for him to come out of it. He doesn't deserve this. He just wanted to help his friend. How is Robardel, anyway?"

"He's doing much better. Still paralyzed, but his other injuries are recovering nicely. He still won't relax here, not even around me. Has anyone told him about Starbuck?"

"I did. I went in to ask him some questions when we first brought Starbuck in. He was concerned."

"Maybe we should let him know about this."

"*You* can, if you want. Sire Brenyn came in while Boomer and I were in there. He wasn't pleased to find us there."

"Well, he can't complain about *my* presence, can he? Maybe I'll go talk to him."

"Thanks, Cassie."

"It's my job, Apollo. Besides, I'm worried about him, too."

Apollo slumped down in his chair, resting his head on the bed beside Starbuck. When Cassiopeia returned a few centons later, he was asleep in that position, his hand clutching Starbuck's tightly. She smiled at the picture this made, then pulled a blanket from the cot and covered Apollo with it.

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Apollo awoke to the sound of Starbuck moaning and thrashing in the bed.

"Wha...? What's wrong, Starbuck?"

"Where am I?" His voice sounded weak and confused. "What happened?"

"Shh, it's all right, Starbuck. You're in Life Center. You had an accident, but you'll be all right. Dr. Salik's taking good care of you."

"Life Center? Not the infirmary?"

Startled, Apollo looked closer at his lover. His eyes were fever bright and unfocused.

"Infirmary? What are you talking about, Starbuck?"

"Who are you? What's going on ?"

"Who *am* I? It's Apollo, Starbuck. What's the matter?"

Cassiopeia walked in after hearing the sound of voices.

"Hello, sleepy head. Finally decide to wake up?" She stopped as she noted the looks of distress on both faces. "What's the matter, Apollo?"

"'Pollo? S'at you?" Starbuck asked finally. "I thought I was back at the orphanage. Sorry, I ..."

"It's all right, just don't do that to me again. I was getting worried there for a minute."

"Did I miss something?" Cassiopeia asked.

"Starbuck finally woke up and thought he was back..."

"Oh, okay. Apollo, can I talk with you for just a minute?"

"Don't leave me, 'Pol."

"We're going to be just outside the door, Starbuck. And I'll only keep him for a minute, I promise."

"Promise?" At her nod, he replied, "Just come back to me, 'Pollo."

"Always, Bucko." Apollo smiled at his lover. "After you," he offered.

"Apollo, I'm sorry, I should have warned you that this might happen. His fever's still high so he's probably going to be having more delusions before it comes back down again. It's common with a fever like this. It should pass as the infection begins to drain out."

"Delusions? From the fever? I know I sound like a complete idiot, but, please bear with me," Apollo said with a yawn.

"Poor baby, you haven't had much rest, have you? Why don't I give you a good back rub so you can get some rest, hmm? You can't do him any good if you're too exhausted to know what's going on, can you?"

"No, I guess not. I don't see how a back rub can do any harm. Thanks for the offer."

"Come on, let's get back to our patient. Now lie down on the cot, face down."

"What's going on?" Starbuck asked, confused.

"I'm going to give Apollo a back rub so he can relax."

"I'm jealous. Why don't *I* get a back rub?"

"Because you would start screaming again. I don't think your throat is up for one just yet."

"Doesn't sound like a good idea, does it?" he asked with a wince.

"It wouldn't be my first choice, no. C'mon, Apollo, lie down so I can start." As Cassiopeia massaged the tension out of Apollo's back, he finally fell asleep. Starbuck, likewise drifted back into unconsciousness. "Mission accomplished," she murmured in a satisfied tone.

"What?" Starbuck asked, waking up as he heard her voice.

"Shh, Apollo's asleep for the first time in centares. How are you feeling?"

"Like hell, thanks."

"Can I get you anything? A drink?"

"Something to drink?"

"Here you go, sip it slowly now." She helped raise his head and held the cup to his mouth.

Making a face, he told her, "That's not a drink. That's juice."

"Sorry, ambrosa's off your list for a while. You're stuck with fruit juices and water. Drink."

He drank the entire cup and asked for more.

"Starbuck asking for more *juice*? Just wait till I tell the bartenders on the Rising Star."

"You wouldn't dare, Cass." But he smiled vaguely as he spoke.

"Wouldn't I just. But I'd have to wait until you're able to be there so I can enjoy it properly. It's no fun if I can't watch you squirm. You owe me, Bucko, for dumping me."

"But at least I had good taste, didn't I? Going from a beautiful blonde to an equally beautiful brunette with the greenest eyes I've ever seen."

"Yes, excellent taste. Now get some sleep, Starbuck."

He snuggled down into the bed, still lying on his stomach.

Apollo awoke after another centar of sleep. It wasn't anywhere near enough rest, but it was all he would allow his body while Starbuck was so bad off. He rose from the cot, yawning, and sat back down beside his lover, taking his hand gently.

"I'm still here, Bucko."

Starbuck shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Wha...? Where am I? What happened? What... ow!" His speech was slurred.

"Shh, it's all right, Starbuck. I'm here." He looked into his wingmate's glazed eyes. "You're in Life Center, on board the Galactica. I'm Apollo, remember?"

"No. Galactica? Life Center? I don't understand."

"You were injured. You have a fever, but you'll be all right. Dr. Salik promises."

"Who? Where's Darach? Is this the infirmary? Did Cade...?"

"No, it was Brenyn who did this. Who's Darach?"

"Darach, the med tech. He always looks after me when Cade hurts me. Where am I?"

"You're on board the battlestar Galactica."

"Battlestar? I don't understand." He started trying to move, only to be prevented by the pain in his back and legs. "What's wrong with me?" he asked in a panicked voice.

"Shh, it's all right, Starbuck."

"Why do you keep calling me that? Only the director ever calls me by my whole name. Or some of the teachers. Are you a new teacher?"

Apollo sat stunned for a moment. "Starbuck, it's Apollo. You're not back at the orphanage. You're on board the battlestar Galactica."

"What are you talking about?"

Apollo was confused. Starbuck seemed completely lucid, but truly believed he was back in the orphanage on Caprica. Fortunately for him, Cassiopeia walked in again when she heard their voices.

"So how's our patient doing now?"

"Who are you? What's going on? Where's Darach? And the orphanage doctor?"

"Shh, it's all right, Bucky. I've got somebody here who can explain everything. I'll be right back." She left the room in a hurry.

Starbuck looked nervously around him. "My back hurts."

"I'm sorry. I'll get Cassiopeia to give you something for pain when she comes back in."

She returned a few minutes later with Robardel in a hoverchair. "Look who's here, Bucky. Robardel!" she announced with spurious cheerfulness.

"Del? What's going on, baby?"

"Oh, it's a long story, Bucky. But everything's going to be okay now, don't worry."

Robardel's presence calmed Starbuck down enough that Cassiopeia felt safe giving him another hypospray of painkillers. Apollo sat, feeling jealous of Robardel and utterly useless to his lover, as Robardel gently talked to Starbuck and helped him relax enough to get to sleep.

"Thank you, Robardel," Cassiopeia told him with a kiss on the cheek. "I remembered that Apollo had said that Starbuck told him all he could think about while Sire Brenyn attacked him was being back at the orphanage."

Robardel blushed. "Thank you for letting me help. He stayed with me while I needed him. I want to be able to help him the way he helped me."

"You can do that by keeping your master away from him in the future," Apollo muttered.

"Apollo!" Cassiopeia said sharply.

"I'm sorry, I just hate seeing him like this."

"You care about him a great deal, don't you?" Robardel asked.

Apollo nodded, his eyes fixed on his lover.

"You're lovers, aren't you?"

With a start, Apollo turned to look at Robardel, then nodded again.

"Well, you have nothing to fear from me. I'm just a slave now. When my master leaves, I'll be going, too. Take good care of him. He's special."

"I know."

"I'd better get back to my bed before my master comes in and finds me here. Thank you, Cassiopeia, for letting me help," he said shyly.

"Thank you for helping, Robardel." She helped him maneuver the chair toward the door.

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Starbuck's fever continued unabated for the next several centares. He woke up a few more times, totally unaware of his location. Dr. Salik finally decided to resort to his last recourse. Starbuck's back was, by this time, even more sore than it had been, the infection irritating the nerves. Salik called for two of his larger med techs to hold Starbuck down as he packed the patient's back with a different kind of antibiotic, the strongest one available. He needed the two large med techs because he knew it was going to be extremely painful for the young man.

Apollo and Cassiopeia went into Robardel's room while Salik worked on Starbuck's back. Once again, Dr. Salik deemed Cassiopeia too close to the patient to be able to help him effectively. When Starbuck began screaming, it took all of her tact and patience to keep Apollo from going to see what was happening. It didn't help that she, too, wanted to be in there and to make him stop hurting.

"I still don't understand why they can't give him an anesthetic. Why does he have to be awake while they do this?" Apollo asked for the fifth time.

"I don't know, either, Apollo, but if Dr. Salik says it's necessary, *it is* necessary. You know you can trust him to do everything he can for Starbuck."

"Yes, I know. I respect him tremendously, but I can't stand hearing..." He rose from his seat and headed toward the door.

"Sit back down, Apollo," she ordered. "Maybe I need to give you a sedative. Or do I need to order you from Life Center altogether?"

"No, I won't go in there. But I can't just sit here like this."

"You either sit here or I *will* order you to leave."

He perched anxiously back on his chair. The screams suddenly ceased. Apollo bounced back up off his chair.

"Apollo," Cassiopeia warned.

"I'm just going to go see if they're done," he said on his way out the door. He stopped as he saw Brenyn standing just outside Starbuck's door. Angrily he stormed toward the room. "Sire Brenyn, is there some trouble?" he asked in an icy voice as he entered the room.

"'Pollo? Where are you?"

"I'm right here, love." He took Starbuck's hand gently, then shuddered as he saw his lover's back up close.

"Get him away from me. Make him go 'way."

"Shh, Starbuck, it's all right. I'm here now."

"Sire Brenyn, I have asked you politely to leave. You are disturbing my patient and interfering in my treatment of him," Salik complained.

"I have every intention of leaving, Doctor."

Starbuck was becoming more and more agitated. "Get him away from me. Please, 'Pol."

Apollo looked down at his lover's face to see something he had never seen before - fear. Infuriated, he let go of Starbuck's hand and turned on Brenyn. "I suggest you leave now, Sire, or *I* will throw you out myself."

"If you don't leave immediately, Sire Brenyn, I will not only have you permanently expelled from my Life Center, but I will also initiate proceedings to prove that you violated the contract between slave and master and have Robardel freed from your control," Salik promised.

"I seem to be outnumbered here," Brenyn said with a dry smile. "Good day, Captain, Lieutenant."

"Get him away from me," Starbuck continued his fevered muttering.

Brenyn sauntered toward Robardel's room.

"Shh, it's all right now, love. He's gone. And I won't let him come back."

"He... hurt me."

"I know. I won't let him hurt you again."

"Promise, 'Pollo?"

"Promise, Bucko."

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Starbuck's fever finally broke early in the morning of the next day. Dr. Salik had Apollo carried back to his quarters after slipping him a sedative to make him sleep. He had been with Starbuck, with no more than a few centares of sleep, for almost three days.

By the end of the secton, Salik had released Starbuck, with orders to take it easy until his next checkup in another secton. The doctor knew how likely it was that the lieutenant would listen to his instructions, so he also ordered that Starbuck was to stay with Apollo until further notice.

To keep up the pretense, Apollo moved Boxey into the commander's quarters for the duration, but the boy's room stayed empty.

The first few days were easy; Starbuck was still hazy from the fever and infection, but as he began to heal more, he began to get restless.

"No, Starbuck, you need to rest some more. Doctor's orders."

"But I'm bored just resting here. I need to get out and *do* something," Starbuck argued.

"No arguments. You'll stay here and get some rest so you can recuperate. That's an order, Lieutenant."

Starbuck grumbled under his breath.

"An order, Lieutenant." Apollo turned and left the bedroom. "Besides, I hid your clothes," he added innocently.

Starbuck followed him. "What? Apollo, that's going too far!"

"I know you, Bucko. You are the most stubborn, pigheaded, obstinate fool I have ever met. Given half a chance, you would disobey my orders and go out anyway. So it's up to me to prevent that. Hey, I'm saving you from a court-martial for disobeying orders."

"Gee, thanks, Captain Apollo, sir. Thank you for leaving me here, all alone, totally naked all day."

"Not going to work, Bucko."

Starbuck sidled up to his lover, gently stroking his cock through his pants. "What's not going to work, 'Pollo?" he asked innocently.

"Trying to seduce me won't work. I'm impervious to you."

"Since when?" Starbuck murmured directly into Apollo's mouth.

"Since I have to be on duty in five centons," he said, pulling away reluctantly.

"What about your duty to me?"

"What duty? I'm looking after you, aren't I?"

"Leaving me alone all day to be bored, with no clothes on, is your idea of looking after me?"

"Starbuck, I can't avoid it any longer. I've already been gone for over a secton now, between sitting with you in Life Center and trying to get some rest myself. I owe it to the others to get back to my job."

"So when can I get back to *my* job?"

"As soon as Dr. Salik says you can go back on normal duty, I'll schedule you for double shifts, okay? Now I've *got* to go. I'll see you at noon meal, okay?"

Starbuck plopped down into a chair...and immediately regretted it. He winced and got up as quickly as possible.

"Are you all right, Starbuck?" Apollo asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I ...uh, no, I mean, oh, that hurts!" he cried, feigning agony.

"That won't work, either, Bucko. I heard your first answer. I'll be back to make sure you eat something later on." He headed toward the door.

Starbuck sighed petulantly.

"Bucko, one more thing..."

"What?"

"I love you."

Apollo was rewarded by a radiant smile. "I love you, too, 'Pol. Don't forget what's waiting for you when you get back." He gestured at his aroused, naked body.

"Don't tell me that. Now I won't be able to concentrate on flying my patrol."

"That was my intention. I knew you weren't impervious to me."

"Never have been, Bucko," Apollo laughed as he went out the door.

"There's got to be some way..." Starbuck mused when the door closed after Apollo. He looked in Apollo's closet. "Maybe I can fit into something of his."

He finally found something that came close to fitting. He was thinner than Apollo, but just slightly taller, so the fit wasn't the best, but Starbuck decided it was good enough.

Once dressed, he wandered out into the corridor, heading toward Life Center to see Robardel. He didn't know why he went that way, he just wanted to make sure he was able to spend some time with real people, not whatever was being broadcast over the IFB.

He sneaked into Life Center without either Salik or Cassiopeia seeing him and went into Robardel's room. His old friend was sleeping, finally able to lie on his back.

He pulled a chair over by his bed and sat down gingerly, since his own back was still sore.

"Ah, baby, what am I going to do about you? I can't just leave you to that boray. One of these days he's going to kill you. Besides, you deserve better than to be a slave for the rest of your life."

"Bucky? Is that you? Or am I dreaming again?"

"Nope, it's me. Apollo finally let me out of his sight so I escaped from my solitary confinement."

"Are you sure you should be here? I mean, remember what happened last time my master caught you in here..."

Starbuck winced and resettled himself in his chair. "I remember all too well, but I'm not afraid of him."

"You should be. He doesn't play around, Bucky. You should just leave me here."

"Can't do that, baby. Listen, Del, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you... what made you sell yourself as a slave? I mean, the orphanage was bad enough, but at least you had some chance of being free as soon as you turned eighteen. What happened, baby?"

Robardel sighed deeply. "After you left the way you did, they were apparently afraid I'd do something similar, so they were going to give me to another guy to train. Then they told me that Cade was coming back and that I'd be given to him to train. I was afraid. I'd seen what he did to you and I was afraid he'd do the same things to me. Turns out I was wrong about him, but..."

"Wrong about Cade? What are you talking about?"

"Cade's not really as bad as he seemed in the orphanage. He's actually helped me out a lot with the master..."

"Master? What are you saying - that Cade's a slave, too?"

"Yeah, they sold him, too. He's also one of my master's slaves."

"Wait a minute - *they* sold *him,* too? They who?"

"The trustees of the orphanage. Seems somebody decided it was wrong for a 'respected institution' like the orphanage to be training socialators, so they had us all sold, one by one, into slavery."

"You can't sell a free person into slavery. You must be mistaken. Besides, even the director of the orphanage wouldn't have done that."

"They did it, Bucky. They found out all our weak points and used them against us. Me, I was afraid of Cade so they convinced me that I'd be given to him to rape and beat up on. I don't know what they used on the others. Yeah, I signed the papers, but only because I was afraid of Cade."

Starbuck shook his head. "This can't be real."

"It's real enough, Bucky. It's very real to me. And to the others who are left. There aren't too many. Most were killed in the holocaust when the Cylons destroyed the colonies. Besides me and Cade, I can only think of about a few others still alive. There may be some that I don't know about."

"Sagan! Do you know what you're saying, baby? This is criminal! Who was in charge of this, do you know?"

Robardel shook his head. "No, I have no idea. I'd imagine the director of the orphanage had something to do with it, but I have no proof. And all the records were destroyed on Caprica."

"There has to be some way we can get you out of this mess, baby."

"No, Bucky. There's no escape for me. I'm a slave. It's usually not too bad. Sire Brenyn is my fourth master. The first was a nice man, one of my regulars at the orphanage. He felt sorry for me and bought me. I slept with him, but that was about it, nothing too bad. But he died and I was sold. My next master was a little rougher; he used to rent me out and watch while they fucked me. I think I was about eighteen when that happened. I guess I was lucky I was small. I still looked younger so they still found me desirable. It got worse as I got older. But, overall, it's not that horrible. I have a place to sleep, food, usually clothes... could be a lot worse. I don't have to worry about much of anything except pleasing my master."

"Baby, it's still wrong. I'm going to do something about it."

"Still trying to come to my rescue after all these yahrens, Bucky?"

Starbuck gave him one of his patented grins. "Trust me, baby."

Robardel sighed. "Will I never learn?"

The other man laughed. "Probably not."

"Starbuck?" Cassiopeia called him.

"Oops, I think I've just been busted. See you later, baby." He rose and went to the door to see the pretty med tech.

"Starbuck, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed resting. Now get out of here before Dr. Salik sees you. Go on, get out."

"Really, Cass, I would have thought you'd be happier to see me up and about."

"I'll be happier when you're healthy again. What are you wearing?"

"Just a little something I found hanging around."

"Oh, Apollo hid your clothes, didn't he?"

Starbuck smiled. "Yeah, but these aren't such a bad fit, are they?" He preened for a moment.

"Get out of here before we both get in trouble." She shooed him out the door.

He laughed as he left Life Center, but grew serious as he considered Robardel's plight. He had promised his friend that he'd free him from his slavery, but had no idea of how to do it. He wandered aimlessly down the corridor until he bumped into Boomer.

"Hey, Bucko, I didn't know they'd let you out yet."

"They haven't actually, Boom-boom, I kinda sneaked out."

"Bucko..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just couldn't stand another day of no human contact. The IFB doesn't count."

"I know what you mean. So what mischief are you up to now?"

"Me? Mischief? You can't be serious."

"Now I know you're up to something. What is it?"

"You'd tell Apollo."

"Only if I thought you were going to get yourself hurt."

"Ha! Shows how much you know. I'll tell you if you promise not to tell Apollo. I'm not going to get hurt, okay? I know what I'm doing."

"How many times have I heard that one?"

"Then I just won't tell you. See you later, Boom-boom." He started to walk away.

"All right, all right, I promise - I won't tell Apollo unless you're in danger of getting yourself hurt."

"Aw, I'm in no danger. I'm going to find a way to free Del from slavery."

"Are you kidding, man? Are you insane? Look what Brenyn did to you just for talking to his slave! Can you imagine what he'd do if you tried to free him? You do have a death wish!"

"Oh, come on, Boomer. You saw my back. What else can he do to me?"

"He could have you killed, that's what else. Are you out of your mind, Bucko?"

"Never been more *in* my mind, Boom-boom. I've been nowhere *but* in my mind for the past secton. I couldn't do much of anything else but think. I feel good about this, but I have no idea how to go about it. What do you know about the contract between slave and master? How can we break it?"

"We who, Bucko? I want no part in this. I've a good mind to tell Apollo right now..."

"Ah, ah, ah, you promised."

"Only if your life wasn't in danger."

"And it isn't, is it? What kind of danger could I be in? I haven't even started yet."

"But as soon as you do, you will be in danger from Brenyn. He's dangerous."

"Yeah, well so am I. And it's about time I taught Brenyn a lesson, myself. So you don't know anything?"

"No, nothing. Colonel Tigh might. Or he might know who to ask. I can't believe I just said that," he berated himself.

"Thanks, Boom-boom. I think I'll pay a visit to the good colonel and pick his brain a bit." Starbuck headed in the direction of the bridge. "Hey, you don't know when Apollo is scheduled to get back, do you?"

"I'm not going to answer that. He'll kill me for giving you ideas."

"Oh, I'd have come up with Tigh on my own, anyway. No need to tell him you thought it up for me. Thanks again, Boom-boom."

Starbuck actually whistled as he walked down the corridor to the turbolift

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Apollo returned to his quarters to find Starbuck missing. He was frantic at first, then calmed down to a simple fury that Starbuck had ignored his orders - again.

When Starbuck returned later that same day, Apollo was sitting in a chair, pretending to watch the IFB.

"Hi, 'Pol."

Apollo ignored him.

"I take it that you're mad at me. I can explain."

"Can you, Lieutenant? I gave you a direct order not to leave my quarters and you disregarded that order. I ought to..."

"Oh, come off it, Apollo. I can't sit around all day, just watching the IFB and turning into a vegetable."

"What is wrong with you, Starbuck? Where were you today? With Robardel again? You were almost killed by Brenyn just a few sectons ago. Haven't you learned to stay away from that little..."

"Apollo! He's my friend! I don't desert my friends when they need me. You ought to know that by now."

"So what are you up to now? Trying to free your little *friend *?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Are you insane? That's it - you've lost your mind. Brenyn will kill you if you interfere with him again."

"No, he'll probably go after you. But then, he'd do that no matter what I did. He wants to hurt me, so he's willing to hurt people close to me - like he hurt Cassiopeia by having Cade tell her those lies."

As Apollo's mouth dropped open to speak again, Starbuck raised a hand for silence.

"He's hurt you anyway. I've hurt his pride by standing by my friend. It bothers him that he can't control me so he's going to go after the people I love. I'm not sure how he found out about you - maybe from Cassie, but he's already told me he's going to hurt you. I will *not* let that happen, Apollo, whether you want me to do anything or not. I can't sit by and let that daggit get away with anything. I am going to free Robardel from that daggit, if it's the last thing I do."

"Have you ever considered that it just *might* be the last thing you do? He almost killed you before! Do you want to go through that again, Starbuck? I can't go through that again. I was so afraid I was going to lose you, despite what Dr. Salik said."

"You won't have to go through that again, Apollo. He's not going to hurt me - I told you - he's going to go after the people I care about - starting with you - and I *will *not *let *that *happen *. He's not going to hurt anybody else, especially not you or Del. Apollo, if we let him get away, he'll *kill* Del. I won't let that happen, either."

"So that's why you're doing this? So your little catamite won't get hurt again?"

"Apollo, what's the matter with you? You're not jealous of Del, are you? How can you be jealous of him? He's my friend - you're my lover. Or I thought you were. Maybe I was wrong."

Apollo shot him a hurt look.

"I'm sorry, Apollo, I'm just not used to seeing this side of you. You are actually jealous of someone I love like a brother, aren't you? That's all I feel for him now - he's my little brother. I *love* you. I have ever since I met you back at the Academy. I am going to do this, Apollo. For you as well as Del. I don't want to see Brenyn hurt you any more than he already has."

With unaccustomed dignity, he rose and left Apollo's quarters again.

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Colonel Tigh didn't have many more ideas than Boomer, but he agreed to look into the matter and act as legal counsel, should the need arise. He only agreed because he was certain the need would never arise, but Starbuck had other ideas.

Using Dr. Salik's testimony as a basis, Starbuck brought formal charges against Robardel's master, charging that he had violated the contract between master and slave by the severity of the wounds he had caused the younger man. Brenyn didn't take the accusation seriously, joking that Starbuck only wanted the slave for himself, that his own lover wasn't enough for the lieutenant.

Between Salik and Starbuck, the tribunal decided there was enough evidence to bring the matter to trial. When the day of the trial came, Brenyn looked smug as he entered the tribunal chambers, confident that he could humiliate the other men.

Robardel entered in a hoverchair, looking nervous and innocent. He carried a childlike innocence about him, the result of his small size and the years of slavery when it was to his advantage to appear young and naïve. He sat with Starbuck and Colonel Tigh. Starbuck scanned the crowd anxiously for his friend and lover, but Apollo had chosen to avoid the trial, out of pique with his lover. Starbuck hadn't returned to Apollo's quarters since their argument, preferring to stay in his own. They had barely even seen each other, between Starbuck's preparations for the trial and both their duty schedules. Apollo had made sure they weren't on patrol together.

The tribunal did not go well for the Galacticans. One by one Brenyn's protector ridiculed and rebutted their arguments. By the last day of the tribunal, Robardel sat looking dejected, dreading the day he would be returned to his master. He was sagging visibly in the hoverchair when a new thought occurred to Starbuck. He had seen the sympathetic looks his friend received from the female members of the tribunal and the courtroom.

"Colonel, why don't we put Del on the stand? Let him tell his story. It might give us the, ah, sympathy vote?"

Robardel cringed in his chair. "No, Bucky, I couldn't."

"All you'd have to do is tell the truth, Del. Tell them what you told us - that you were convinced he had left you there to die. It can't hurt."

"I think Starbuck is right, Robardel," Tigh agreed. "It might be our only chance." He rose and called Robardel as their last witness.

Starbuck carried Robardel up to the witness stand, the hoverchair being too awkward to maneuver in the tight space. After seeing that his friend's legs were comfortably disposed, he gave Robardel a reassuring grin and a thumbs up sign.

"Please tell us, in your own words, Robardel, about the beating that left you in this condition," Tigh said gently.

Robardel hung his head and began to mumble.

One of the Tribunal members interrupted. "Please repeat what you said. I can't hear you."

"I'm sorry. I said that after my master beat me, he told me to get up and come with him. I told him that I couldn't and he came back over to me like he was going to hit me again. Then I told him that I couldn't move my legs. He just looked at me for a moment, then pulled out the barbed whip he used on me when I really displeased him. He knew that if anything could make me move, it would be fear of that whip. After whipping me for several minutes, he just stopped without a word, turned his back, and walked away. I called for him, but he just kept walking. That's when I realized that he was going to leave me there to die. I just stayed there on the floor until I passed out. I woke up some time later, still unable to move and that's when Buc, ah, Lieutenant Starbuck and Captain Apollo found me."

"What made you think Sire Brenyn had left you there to die?" Tigh asked.

"I chose the celestial dome for my dancing because I had overheard someone say that it was the perfect place to be alone, because nobody ever went there anymore. The person he told that to had never even heard of the celestial dome before, so I thought I could dance there and my master be none the wiser. While I was lying there on the floor, I realized that probably no one would ever come to the dome in time to help me."

"Just how did you *know* that Sire Brenyn wouldn't come back to get you?" Brenyn's protector asked harshly.

Robardel cringed visibly. "He had threatened to kill me before, and I know he gets very angry whenever anybody disobeys his orders."

"And did you disobey his orders?"

Robardel hung his head and answered very quietly, "Yes."

"I'm afraid I didn't hear your answer. Please repeat it."

"Yes, I disobeyed my master's order."

"And what order was that, slave?"

"My master had ordered me not to dance. I went to the celestial dome to do it anyway."

"Dancing? You disobeyed a direct order, risking punishment, just to dance?"

"Yes."

Colonel Tigh conferred with Starbuck for a moment, then stood and asked permission for redirect to the witness.

"Robardel, why was it so important for you to dance?"

Surprised, he raised his head and looked thoughtful for a moment. "It's difficult to explain really. My father died when I was very young and I was sent to an orphanage. The orphanage was a horrible place, and all I had that made life seem normal was dancing." At the skeptical glances of the Tribunal, he added, "I was ten yahrens old. My father, who I loved very much, had just died, and I was shipped off away from everything and everyone I had ever known. The only thing that they couldn't take away from me was my ability to dance."

"What do you mean, the only thing they couldn't take away from you?"

"Everything that my old friends had sent with me was taken when I entered the orphanage - books, toys, my extra clothes, even. I didn't have anything left, except my dancing. I had always wanted to be a dancer and had been training since I was very young. I loved it. Of course, now even that's been taken away from me."

Several of the Tribunal members looked stricken at Robardel's mournful expression, the female members in particular. He seemed to bring out the motherly instincts in the women.

"You have belonged to several different masters, have you not?" Brenyn's protector asked, sensing that he was losing this argument.

"Yes. I've been a slave now for over half my life. My first master was one of the regulars with the socialators from the orphanage. He didn't ask much of me, seemed to enjoy watching me dance. My third master actually let me dance in public a few times. My audiences seemed to enjoy the performances very much. Of course, that was a long time ago."

"Wait a moment," one of the tribunal members asked suddenly. "How old are you? You said that you've been a slave over half your life?"

Fearing he had said something wrong, Robardel answered, "Yes, Sire. I am twenty-seven now. I was first sold when I was about thirteen."

"Do you have any proof of this?"

"No, Sire. The records were burned with the orphanage during the Cylon attack, but I remember that it happened shortly after Bucky, /Starbuck winced at the old nickname/ I mean, after Lieutenant Starbuck left the orphanage. He was fifteen, so I was thirteen. He's two yahrens older than I am."

"Lieutenant, can you verify this?"

"I know how old Robardel was when I left the orphanage, yes." After a pause, he continued, "As he said, he's about two yahrens younger than I am. You had to be at least fifteen to apply for the Colonial Academy, so he was thirteen when I left the orphanage."

The tribunal member shook his head. "I don't believe we need to hear anything more. Thank you, gentlemen, for your assistance, but it's now merely a question of law. You may step down." At Robardel's wistful expression, he colored and gestured for Starbuck to come get the young man.

Starbuck carried his friend down with a worried expression on his face. He wasn't sure what was happening. Neither was Tigh. Sire Brenyn's protector looked livid, though, which gave them a little hope. He looked like he was trying to explain something unpleasant to his employer, who wasn't taking it very well.

"Well, maybe things are starting to look better," Starbuck said, trying to cheer his friend. "Brenyn certainly doesn't look very happy."

"No, he doesn't," Tigh answered. "I just wish I knew why."

"Hey, the tribunal's coming back in already! They can't have reached a decision that fast."

But they had. One of the more senior members of the tribunal rose and delivered their decision. "The law is very clear on this matter. No one may sell himself as a slave until he reaches the age of majority at eighteen. Any sales made before that age are not legal. Robardel, you are now a free man. Congratulations."

The free-man-in-question's mouth dropped as the man spoke. He looked over to Starbuck, who was smiling radiantly, and started to sob. Starbuck reached over and soothed his old friend, kissing him on the hair.

"Congratulations, baby. You're free," Starbuck choked out, emotional himself.

"Yes, congratulations, Robardel," Tigh said with obvious relief.

"Thank you. Thank you both. I can't believe this! I've never been free before. What do I do?"

"Well, I doubt there's a tradition anywhere on this, so whatever you do will have to set the precedent," Starbuck joked.

"Right now," Robardel said nervously, eyeing his former master, "I think I'd just like to get some sleep. I haven't slept well this whole time."

"Of course, baby."

"Uh, Bucky, where do I go now?"

"What?"

"I don't have any place to stay. I don't have any cubits or anything. I ..."

"It's all right; you can stay with me until you find something."

"That's just it, Bucky - how do I go about finding anything? I mean, I have no way of supporting myself. I'm trained for three things - to be a dancer, to be a socialator, and to be a slave, but I can't do any of those things anymore. What do I do?"

Starbuck stared at his friend in dismay; he hadn't considered this problem before.

"Before, I always had a master to look after things for me. I don't know if I *can* do things on my own."

Before Starbuck could reply, they were surrounded by warriors eager to congratulate Starbuck on his victory.

"Congratulations, Bucko. You did it," Boomer started.

"Yeah, I take it the drinks are on you this time?" someone else joked.

"Hey, drinks are on Starbuck!"

Everybody picked up the chant, "To the OC! Drinks are on Starbuck!"

Shrugging in acceptance, Starbuck looked over at Robardel. "Feel up to a drink before you get some sleep? It appears that I'm going to be shanghaied to the OC."

"Uh, sure, Bucky." His green eyes looked haunted. He turned pale as he saw his now-former master walk over toward them.

Starbuck turned around to see what was making Robardel so nervous. Seeing Brenyn move ominously in their direction, he tilted his chin defiantly at the other man.

Brenyn's progress was stopped by a column of warriors who knew that he was the one who had beaten Starbuck. With a glare he continued on his way out the tribunal chambers, the expression on his face promising retribution.

Boomer eyed the man angrily. "You're going to have some trouble there, Bucko."

"Nothing I can't handle, Boom-boom."

"Well, you know you've got us behind you, for what it's worth."

"Thanks, Boomer, that means a lot."

Dr. Salik made his way through the throng of warriors to congratulate the pair on their victory. "Now, Robardel, you can go with Starbuck to the Officers' Club, but no alcohol. You're still on strong painkillers."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll expect you back in Life Center in two centares. Do you hear me, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, Doc. Two centares. I'll have him home in time for curfew. Why do I feel like a teenager going on a date?"

Salik laughed. "You really shouldn't be drinking either, Lieutenant. You're still recuperating yourself."

"Party pooper."

"That's just my job, Starbuck."

"Come on, Bucko, or you'll miss your own party," Boomer interrupted.

"Since I'm financing this shindig, I'd better get to the OC before I'm totally broke. C'mon, Del, let's go."

A woman came up to them. "Excuse me. My name is Geila and I'm..."

Robardel gasped as he heard her name. "I've heard of you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Starbuck looked from one to the other. He gave the woman one of his patented smiles. "Hello, I'm Starbuck."

She laughed. "And *I've* heard of *you *. I couldn't help but overhear what the two of you were saying earlier, and I'd like to discuss something with you, Robardel. I think I can help you."

He turned pink with pleasure. "Really? It would be an honor," he gushed.

"Since you seem to be busy at the moment, shall I meet with you tomorrow?"

"I would be honored."

"Why don't you join us in the OC? As my guest," Starbuck asked smoothly.

"I would be honored, thank you, Lieutenant. I'll meet you there in a few centons. I'm with some people I need to get rid of.

"Invite them, too."

"Oh, no, they're awful bores. I've been wanting an excuse to get away from them for quite some time."

"Glad I could be of service to a damsel in distress, then."

She laughed and said over her shoulder, "In a few centons, then."

Starbuck eyed his friend askance.

In answer to the unspoken question, Robardel told Starbuck, "She's probably the greatest dancer from the colonies, Starbuck. I can't believe you've never heard of her."

"I guess I didn't really follow dancing all that much."

Robardel nodded. "She's amazing. Since the destruction, she's been working with several of the orphans. She takes the ones that won't communicate with anyone and uses dance to help them. Like with me, it helps bring them out of the shells they've been in since they saw their homes and families destroyed. I wonder what she would want with me?"

"I have no idea. Well, let's go celebrate, shall we?"

"Okay." His eyes followed the direction the woman had taken.

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A cheer went up as they entered the Officers' Club. Warrior after warrior came up to congratulate Starbuck on his victory. Even Bojay clapped him on the shoulder, saying "Does this mean that now you'll be pulling some patrol time?"

Someone started the chant, "Speech! Speech!"

All eyes turned to Starbuck. "I'm not the one who did anything. The people you should all be congratulating are Colonel Tigh and Del. The person you should be cheering for is Del. Since Tigh's not here, Del, how about a speech?"

The young man turned bright red when he found the attention focused on himself. "I didn't do anything except let myself be a slave for most of my life. I would still be a slave, probably a dead one, if not for my 'big brother' here. A toast, then. To my friend Starbuck, the best friend anybody could ever have."

"Here, here," voices agreed around the room.

Starbuck blushed profusely and ducked his head, embarrassed at the compliment. To cover his discomfiture, he pulled out a fumarello and lit it quickly. "How about a drink?"

Everyone cheered and, taking the bait, turned their attention to the barman.

Robardel kept his eyes glued to the door, watching for some sign of Geila. He was starting to look dejected when he finally saw her enter. She looked around the room, scanning the crowd. She smiled and waved as she saw Robardel. He waved back, his eyes shining.

Tugging at Starbuck's sleeve he whispered, "Bucky, she came!"

"Of course, she did. Welcome, Siress Geila," he said as she came near.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'm sorry to have taken so long. It took me longer than I had anticipated to get rid of those people."

"If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you two to talk alone. Can I get you a drink?" Starbuck asked courteously.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'd love a glass of ambrosa."

"Certainly." He disappeared in the general direction of the bar. He returned and dropped off the glass without either one of them noticing him, then found himself a chair at the end of the bar.

"For a man who just won a victory over an enemy, you look awfully depressed, Bucko," Boomer said as he signaled the barman for another drink.

"No, just tired. I guess I'm not back to full strength yet."

"Um-hmm."

"Say, uh, Boom-boom, have you seen Apollo lately? I haven't seen him since this whole tribunal thing began."

"Yeah, I saw him just the other day. He looked pretty frazzled. I guess he's working himself too hard again."

"Oh." Starbuck paused, then said what was really on his mind. "I guess I really blew it, huh, Boom-boom?"

"You seem to have a knack for it, Bucko, but I wouldn't say you blew it completely."

"You think not? He's been avoiding me ever since I moved back to my own quarters."

"Well you could call him or something."

"Me? I'm not the one who's jealous of an old friend who's like a brother to me."

"And you're too stubborn to back down."

"I am *not* stubborn."

"Oh, that's right. You could just give lessons to a jackass."

"If that's all you have to say, then I'll see you later, Boomer," he said, tossing off his drink and rising from his seat.

"Oh, sit back down, Bucko. If you want my help, it's yours, you know."

"Thanks, Boom-boom, but this is *my* mess. I'll take care of it."

"Uh-huh." He raised his eyebrows skeptically.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing," he repeated.

"Boomer, I said I'll take care of it."

"You'll take care of it how? By sulking until you drive us *all* to distraction?"

"I don't sulk."

"Yeah, right. And the Cylons just want to be friends."

"I'll see you later, Boomer," Starbuck said as he got up from his seat.

"Where you going, Bucko? Off to start sulking?"

"Nah, I told you I was tired. Think I'll go rest a bit. Will you see that Del gets back to Life Center for me? I promised Salik I'd have him back in two centares."

"Sure, Bucko. Say, who is that woman he's talking to?"

"Her name's Geila. She says she can help Del."

"Geila? The dancer? Wow."

"You've heard of her?"

"She was considered the best dancer in the colonies before the destruction. Don't tell me you've never heard of her."

"Who, me? Sure, I've heard of her," he lied as he headed for the door. He wandered down the corridor toward his quarters. As he reached the turnoff for Apollo's quarters, he hesitated a moment, then shook his head and moved resolutely to his own.

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Robardel contacted Starbuck early the next morning, eager to impart his news.

"Yeah," Starbuck yawned. "So what happened after I left the two of you alone?"

"Geila wants to help me, Bucky. She wants to help me dance again. Seems she had a son about my age who died young. She wants to talk to Dr. Salik to see if her type of therapy might work. Bucky, she believes I *will* dance again."

"That's wonderful, baby."

"And the best thing of all is that she wants to use me to help teach her students! She saw me dance one of the times my third master let me perform in public and she thought I was good! She's willing to provide me a place to live while I recover, and a small salary. Can you believe it? Geila says I remind her of what her son might have been like."

"This sounds almost too good to be true. Are you sure she's on the level?"

"Bucky! She's probably the greatest dancer ever in the Colonies! How can you even think such a thing?"

"Just because she's a great dancer doesn't mean she's necessarily telling you the truth. There must be some reason why she's doing this. Nobody does something for nothing."

"It's not for nothing! I'm going to help her with some of her students and they're going to help me. She thinks that by helping me, the children will start to open up quicker."

"But something doesn't feel right about this."

"Are you jealous that somebody else can help me where you can't?"

Starbuck shot him a hurt look. "I'm just worried about you. She has to have some ulterior motive. Didn't she give you any other reasons for taking you in like this?"

Robardel blushed. "Geila said I remind her of her son. She left her husband and child to pursue her career. Later on she went back only to find that her husband had died and her son was nowhere to be found. He had red hair, too, she says."

"I'm sorry, baby, I just worry about you. As you said, you've spent your life being looked after by your masters. You're still as trusting as you were the first day I met you."

"Trusting, but not a fool, Bucky. Geila says she can help make me independent again, at the very least."

"Geila says! What do *you* say, Del?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I say it sounds like the answer to my prayers. With this, I can be useful. I can help other orphans, Bucky. Remember how much it meant to you when Darach helped you? You knew he was there because he cared about all of us, you especially. He could have made better money working somewhere else, but he stayed because he wanted to be there. I could make a difference, Bucky. Even if she's not 'on the level,' as you say, I could help somebody else."

"If you feel *that* strongly about it, then, by all means, go with her. But don't forget about me. I'll still be here for you, baby."

"I know, Bucky. Thank you. I'm not going to let my rescuer go *too* easily. I'll let you know where I am as soon as I get settled and then I want you and Captain Apollo to come over for a meal or something."

"I'll be there, baby. I don't know about Apollo, though. I haven't even *seen* him in a secton, at least."

"But I thought that you and he... I'm sorry, Bucky. It wasn't because of me, was it?"

"No, no, of course not, baby. These things happen, you know. Especially to me. Every time I find someone I think I'd like to be with, I screw it up somehow. It's one of my talents."

"Peculiar talent, I'd say. Would you like me to talk with him?"

"No, baby. I'm the one who screwed up. I'm the only one who can *un*screw it." /If it *can* be unscrewed/ he thought miserably.

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Dr. Salik finally cleared Starbuck for full duty. He immediately began pulling double shifts, trading with the rest of the squadron to make up for the time they had spent covering for him. Because he spent most of his time either flying patrols or sleeping, he still didn't see much of Apollo.

The captain was careful not to schedule them on the same patrols. He felt guilty about avoiding his friend and lover with no explanation, but he was ashamed of his behavior and didn't know how to apologize.

Finally, the rest of the Blue Squadron got fed up with the situation and took a hand in it.

"Captain, I need a word with you for a centon," Boomer hailed him after returning from patrol.

"Just a micron, Boomer. Let me finish these reports."

"I think they can wait, Captain."

"It's *that* important?"

Boomer just nodded.

"Okay, what's up?" Apollo asked, putting the reports back down.

"The rest of the squadron has delegated me to broach this subject," he said, grimacing wryly. He paused. "It's hard to know where to begin."

"Just start, will you? I've got to finish these reports."

"No, you've got something more important to finish. Apollo, the rest of the squadron is threatening to request a transfer if a certain situation isn't fixed and soon."

"The rest of the squadron? But why? Is it something I've done?"

"Yes, sir, it is. There's one member of Blue Squadron who's avoiding his duties, by trying to avoid another member."

"You mean Starbuck."

"In a sense, yes, but he's not the problem. He's pulling double shifts every chance he gets, to say thanks for helping him out when he needed it. Well, he needs it again. The problem, Captain, is you."

"Me?" Apollo exploded. "How am *I* the problem?"

"You're avoiding him. He knows it and it's telling on him. Like I said, he's pulling double shifts on patrol, then he just goes back to his quarters and sleeps. He's exhausted all the time, but keeps on doing it because it's the best way he can think of to honor your apparent wishes."

"*My* wishes? What are you talking about, Lieutenant?"

Boomer sighed; when Apollo started calling him "Lieutenant" in *that* tone of voice, he was truly angry. "He knows you're trying to avoid him and he's going out of his way to help you. He's hurting, Apollo. He's been raped, beaten and generally humiliated, and the person he loves most won't have anything to do with him. He's not going to heal unless something changes. And, while the rest of us are grateful for the time off, he's going to be too damn tired to keep this up much longer. And when that happens, somebody is going to get hurt, probably him."

"So what am I supposed to do about it? *He's* avoiding *me *."

"He's avoiding you because you don't want him around. Best I can figure is that you were jealous of his attention to Robardel and now you feel guilty that you weren't there when he really needed you. He looked for you at the tribunal every day. You should have seen the disappointment on his face when, every day, you weren't there. He could have used your support."

"And he told you this?"

"No, I've just known the two of you for a long time now. You're my best friends and I'm not going to stand by and watch you two throw away your lives. You two love each other..."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Apollo! I can't believe you mean that! I've seen the two of you together for almost fifteen yahrens now. You belong together. You complement each other."

"Well, forget it, Boomer. It's over. He doesn't want me around anymore. He told me as much..."

"What? I don't believe that."

Apollo nodded. "He told me he had been wrong about our being friends... and lovers."

"I don't believe that," Boomer repeated. "Besides, you know how he is... he says things he doesn't mean."

"He meant it this time."

"Then, much as it pains me to say this, I have to. Captain Apollo, on behalf of the rest of Blue Squadron, I would like to request a transfer..."

"Hold it! You were serious?"

Boomer just nodded solemnly.

"What can I do to change that?"

"Stop avoiding him. Talk to him, at the very least. Try to work this out."

"I don't know how."

"Go to him. Let him know you love him. Then just let, ahem, *nature* takes its course."

"I don't know, Boomer..."

"We'll give you one secton. At the end of that one secton, the entire Blue Squadron (except for you and Starbuck) will formally request a transfer to a different squadron. That way you'll be forced to deal with him. See you, Captain."

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Starbuck returned to his quarters after yet another double shift. He was so exhausted he didn't even bother to eat, just threw his flight jacket on the back of a chair, sat down, pulled off his boots and left them where they lay. He shed the rest of his clothes on the way to the bedroom, also leaving them where they fell. He pulled back the blanket and fell into bed, falling asleep literally almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Apollo let himself in with Starbuck's pass code. First thing he noticed was Starbuck's uniform jacket hanging crookedly on the back of a chair, then he saw the trail of clothes leading the way to the bedroom. He followed the trail to his goal. He smiled as he noticed Starbuck's position; he had fallen asleep so quickly that he hadn't even turned over onto his side, as he usually did. Instead, he had fallen asleep as he had landed, on his back. The odd thing was, his legs were in almost the same position he slept in on his side - one leg was stretched out, the other curled up to the side. He couldn't get his face under the blanket as usual, but the rest was the same. The blanket stopped around his waist, leaving his chest uncovered. One nipple stood up invitingly from the chill in the room.

Unable to resist said invitation, Apollo quickly stripped and sat gingerly on the bed, taking care not to awaken his lover. He bent over and sucked the nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and then nipping with his teeth.

Starbuck squirmed a little when Apollo bit him, but didn't wake up. Apollo harrumphed and reconsidered his strategy. He bent back down to the other nipple and proceeded to bathe it thoroughly with his tongue.

After a few moments of this, Starbuck finally regained consciousness. He shifted again on the bed, but Apollo didn't stop. Starbuck looked down at the head hovering over his chest. Tears gathered in his eyes as he recognized the dark hair which stuck out from odd angles, as usual.

Finally Apollo looked up and smiled. "'Bout time you started paying attention."

"'Pollo, I ..."

"Shh, Lieutenant. I'm here on official business. It seems the rest of Blue Squadron is going to request a transfer because of one particular member who's causing problems."

"Apollo, I can explain..."

He shook his head. "No, Bucko, I don't think you can. You see, you're not the problem - *I* am."

"You? But... I don't understand."

"They (they meaning Boomer) think I've been avoiding you. And they're right - I *have* been avoiding you. No, let me explain," he said as Starbuck started to speak. "I'm ashamed of myself, Bucko. I let you down. I was jealous of your relationship with Robardel and I hurt you. I'm sorry. I do love you, Starbuck."

Before he could say anything more, Starbuck interrupted. "It's my turn, Apollo. I'm sorry, too. I've been avoiding you as well. I understand how you feel about Del. We were very close, at one time and I guess it still kinda shows. I didn't mean to hurt *you *. I would never intentionally do anything like that to you. I'm sorry. And I love you, too. I have ever since I first met you, back at the Academy. Forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me."

With his usual grin, Starbuck replied, "Forgiven. Now, I believe I interrupted something?"

Apollo laughed. "Yes, you did. I've missed you, Bucko." He kissed his lover on the lips.

"I've missed you, too. Especially what you were about to do when I woke up. Hint, hint?"

"Greedy."

"Yup!"

Still laughing, Apollo bent back down to Starbuck's chest, licking, suckling and nibbling his way down to where a tent was growing under the blanket. Starbuck stroked his head lovingly as he moved down.

"Oh, by the way, this means no more double shifts."

"But I already promised..."

"I'll tell them it's my order. Now just lie still and let me really get started here."

"Yes, sir, Captain Apollo, sir."

After they made love, Starbuck lay still, looking in wonder at the beloved head lying on his chest, mussed up hair and all. He couldn't believe that he finally had his heart's desire, after all these yahrens. It was impossible. Every time he thought he had found someone special, something happened to take it all away. Maybe this time would be different. He sighed and settled in to sleep.

The End