Because Shipper Nation is a bit dead, and we need to liven things up!

[somewhereapart]

Welcome to the Pilot!fic round robin! One or two sentences per comment. Pimp it out! Invite your friends! Let's see what kind of collective mayhem we can get these two crazy kids into!

ETA: Round Robin fic #1: So Much for Keeping A Secret
Round Robin fic #2: The RumorFirst sentence

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[cynicalshadows]

Thought I'd compile this so that it is easier for people to read so that hopefully we have more people participate. :)

The story so far:"For frak's sake, what now?" Lee grumbled, flinging an arm over his eyes to block the light as Kara yanked back the curtain of his rack and plunked herself down on the edge

[cynicalshadows]

"Now, what's this rumor, anyway?" He asked, batting her hand away

[cynicalshadows]

"So...why ain't we seen it before?" Trust Costanza to prove, once again, he wasn't nearly as dense as he pretended.

"I don't know," Kat admits, and Lee cannot help but let out a small sigh of relief. His reprieve is short lived however because the next words out of her mouth are worse than the truth. "Maybe you can only see it when he's at full salute."

[scifishipper]

Hot Dog's mouth drops open. "Holy frak! That would frakking hurt!" He pauses. "Wait, that can't be true. Apollo? Tattooing the arrow? No frakking way." Hot Dog rolls his eyes.

[cynicalshadows]

Kat shrugs. "Maybe he was really drunk," she muses aloud. Then she breaks into a conspiratorial grin. "Or maybe Starbuck offered to kiss it better!"

[scifishipper]

Hot Dog guffaws. "Yeah, I knew the two of them frakked before." Kat's retort is interrupted when she notices Apollo nearby. She gives him an appraising stare and drags her eyes pointedly down to his groin. When she meets his eyes, she smirks and steers Hot Dog away.

[uberscribbler]

Lee simply stood there, mind racing through scenarios and measuring probability chains of just how far this...rumor...might have spread.

The results were anything but encouraging, and it took no real imagination to project the likely consequences once the volume of recipients reached 'critical mass' and his father finally heard it.

Probably just as well Kara was going to kill him, likely as not *long* before his father could.

[scifishipper]

Lee's anxiety increases as he walked down the corridor to his rack, enduring sidelong glances, hushed giggles and pointed stares at his crotch. He grips his hands into fists.

[cynicalshadows]

"Enjoying being ogled like a circus freak Captain?" Kara inquires in a scathing tone as he enters the bunk room.

[scifishipper]

Lee ignores her, ferociously jamming his clothes into his locker. She stands there, hands on hips, waiting for a response.

[cynicalshadows]

After several seconds of his silence, Kara sighs in disgust. "Oh I see how it is. You could care less yesterday when the rumor centered more on me, but now that it's shifted focus onto you, you're gonna play the martyr? This isn't a time to stew, Sir. It is a time to be proactive and get to the bottom of this!"

She narrows her eyes then, a taunting gleam reflected in those hazel depths. "Unless you want everyone to think you're my property?"

[uberscribbler]

"In your dreams, Starbuck," Apollo shot back. "And from what I hear, *your* ink is across your ass."

He practically slammed his locker shut.

"As for 'getting to the bottom of this', quote unquote?" He turned and faced her for the first time that morning. "I'm all ears as to how we can do *anything* to quell this little tidbit by now."

[cynicalshadows]

"Across my ass?" she repeats. "How unoriginal. I'm disappointed."

He shoots her a look of incredulity. "Only you would be upset that a rumor wasn't more scandalous, Kara."

"What?" she snaps back. "At least people think your dick is long enough to write 'property of Starbuck' on it!"

[uberscribbler]

Lee winced, then winced again when Kara saw fit to ask "What, exactly, is supposed to be tattooed on my ass anyway?"

[scifishipper]

Lee gives her a measured look, "Well, Captain, I believe the rumor is 'Property of Apollo.' Which, clearly, could not be further from the truth." He snorts and brushes past her with mounting frustration.

[cynicalshadows]

Her fingers close over his arm, stopping him in his tracks, and forcing him to look at her. Her expression is just shy of furious.

"What is your godsdamn problem? We've both been dragged into this mess. I didn't tell anyone about the tattoos and it isn't like it's my fault people think we've frakked! This is a battlestar Sir. Gossip abounds. Or maybe that's the problem. Maybe you're just worried that my reputation is going to sully yours."