Gossip
Title: Gossip
Chapter: Sharon
Characters/Pairings: Sharon, Hot Dog; Kara/Lee
Spoilers/Warning: R
Summary: “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” Benjamin Franklin - Secrets spread quickly around Galactica… Here’s how.
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Author’s Note:
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Sharon walked through the halls of Galactica trying to find someone, anyone, who would have some kind of input into Kara's situation. She passed by Hot Dog, stopped, and back-pedaled. Nuggets weren't usually good for prying information out of, but since Kara was his instructor he might know something useful for once.
"Hey Hot Dog," Sharon called as she ran to catch up with him, "I need to ask you something."
"It wasn't me, I swear," Hot Dog yelped nervously. "I wasn't even on the flight deck."
Sharon blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"This isn't about the cable?"
"What cable?" Sharon asked as they started walking again.
Hot Dog smiled, relieved. "If it's not about the cable or that game of Triad last night then I'm happy to help. What can I do for you?"
Sharon looked at him curiously for a moment before shaking her head and asking, "Have you noticed anything weird about Starbuck lately? Has she had any mood swings or anything?"
"I don’t think so," Hot Dog said with a shrug. "She's just as much of a bitch as she's always been."
"Has she been ill?"
Hot Dog thought about the question. “I think she’s been getting sick the past couple of days. Keeps going to the head in the middle of class and comes back wiping her mouth like she’s blown her breakfast.”
"A couple of days?”
"It could be longer than that and I just didn’t notice." Hot Dog's eyes widened dramatically. "She's not dying is she?"
"No, not dying." Sharon smirked. "Although, she might not see it that way."
"You're being cryptic." Hot Dog eyed Sharon warily. "That scares me. What's going on with Starbuck?"
"You won't tell anyone?"
"Probably not."
She glared at him.
Hot Dog crossed his fingers and conceded, "Fine. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"She's pregnant," Sharon said and laughed at the look on his face. "I know. Shocking, right?"
"But... But she's Starbuck." He tilted his head in a way that reminded Sharon of a confused puppy. "She can't be pregnant. It's not possible."
"Well it is possible and she is," Sharon said. "You wouldn't happen to know who the father is, would you?"
Hot Dog's head shake turned into a nod without even pausing. "She was talking more shit about Major Adama than usual today. She doesn't usually call him 'a manipulative bastard who never has to deal with the consequences of his actions.'"
"She said that?" Sharon's grin widened.
"Well, to be fair; it was right after she found out it was him who left that oil that she slipped in all over the floor." He shrugged. "But now that I know she's pregnant I think she could have been talking about how he knocked her up."
"Thanks Hot Dog."
"No problem," Hot Dog said as she turned to leave.
"Oh, and Hot Dog?" Sharon stopped him.
"Yes?"
"I'll be sure to have my husband find you to ask all about that game of Triad last night." She smiled a little too sweetly. "I hear he lost to you big time."