Bad Dreams -- Apollo/Starbuck Rated R
Title: Bad Dreams Author: amejisuto Fandom: Battlestar Galactica -- Old Summary: Starbuck needs reassurance after an odd dream. Pairing: Apollo/Starbuck Written back in 2005, when the new BSG started. Rating: R Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made. Warnings: Um, slight crack!fic? Word Count: 500 Beta'd by kitty_poker1
Notes: When I wrote this, I was upset by the fact that the Starbuck in the new BSG was a WOMAN. SO VERY WRONG. Starbuck is a guy. A drinking, swearing, gambling, cigar smoking guy. Not some blond chick. I mean, they didn't make Face a girl in the new A-Team, did they? No. Because that would have been WRONG.
Bad Dreams
Apollo woke quickly at the signs of his lover’s distress. They were sharing a single bunk since space was still an issue among the fleet, especially on the Galactica, and there wasn’t much room.
Starbuck was struggling in the sheets, his arms clutching at his chest. Apollo could tell he wasn’t having a good dream.
“Starbuck!! Starbuck, wake up before you wake up Boomer; you know how grouchy he gets.”
Starbuck all but shot out of the bed, gasping for air. Apollo held him close and wondered what it was that had set him off. They all had nightmares, of family and places disappearing or, worse yet, being cut down by the Cylons.
“It’s okay, I’m good. Man, that was…weird. And terrible. I never, ever want to have a dream like that again. Do you think it was the alcohol? Because if so I’ll actually swear it off this time, and mean it too.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really, but I don’t think you’ll take that for an answer, lover.”
“Do I ever?”
Starbuck sighed. “Okay, but you’re going to laugh and when you do I reserve the right to kick your ass out of this bed, and you have to take my duty shift next weekend.”
“I’m sure I can control myself, Starbuck, but you’re on.”
“I dreamed…I was dreaming of the Cylon attack, when the peace treaty was broken. Only everything was…I don’t know, different. But the worst thing, and the part that if I find even a giggle escaping your lips I will have my revenge, was the fact that I was blonde. Not only that, I was about a foot shorter, and I had tits. And my dick was missing. I was a frelling girl, Apollo!”
Apollo bit the inside of his cheek. It would be easy to laugh; the idea of Starbuck as a female was totally preposterous. But he could tell Starbuck had been bothered by it and if there was any chance of them getting any sleep the rest of this cycle he’d have to calm down his lover.
Apollo brought his hands up to touch his Starbuck’s chest. “No breasts there, nothing but hard smooth muscle.” He tweaked a nipple and them moved down, stopping at Starbuck’s navel for just a moment before pressing it ever so slightly. His lover’s breath had started speeding up and, as always, Starbuck’s hips bucked. Apollo let his hand go even lower until it was wrapped around a hardening cock. He touched it lightly at first, then let himself grip it firmly and pulled.
“And I can pretty much assure you that your dick is right where it belongs. Attached and in full working order.”
Later, after cleaning up the mess and cuddling up behind Starbuck, Apollo was just about asleep when he heard Boomer shout out. He looked over and the black man was gasping.
“Man, I just had the weirdest dream. I was a Cylon disguised as an Asian chick!”