A/N: Written when 'drunk' and edited slightly later.
"Well, frak me sideways," Kara said. "Lee's gone and got himself a fan club." With her hands on her hips, her frame easily filled the doorway. It was hard to say for sure but her words seemed to affect him quite strongly. The back of his neck and his face flushed red. He clenched his jaw and tightened the hold his left hand had on his right.
She shot him a grin. "Hit a nerve, did I?"
"No. Of course not!" He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. I don't have a fan club."
"Mm hmm." Her tone oozed disbelief. "Who are they then?" She nodded back past his shoulder at the twenty or so teenage girls and boys grinning and waving objects including model spacecraft and slips of paper and pens in the air.
"You, Lee Adama," Kara smirked. "Most definitely have a fan club."
He looked at her, dumbstruck. He'd had no idea. No idea at all. Why would anyone find him inspiring enough to make a fan club about him? Were they completely mad? Sure, he flew a raptor but that was his job. There was no reason why he should get support on such a hero-worship-like level for something he was responsible for as part of his duties to the fleet.
"I do not," he said weakly. "There's no reason I..."
"You," she interrupts, "have a fan club and there's nothing you can say to change that."
"Go see your fans," she smirks. She pushes him towards the gathering of people. They pull him in hungrily and Kara's face disappears into a blur of other faces, most of which he doesn't recognise.
"Kara?" he tries. "Kara?"
"Help me? Kara!"
He's just said goodbye to his shirt when something jolts him to alertness. Kara's face floats up above him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I didn't know you had a fan club fantasy," she teased. "This promotion must have gotten to your head."
"Ha," he says, pushing her back a little and sitting up. Relief floods him as he looks around at the familiar decor of his bunk. "Funny."