Heidi, I loved your piece.  But it broke my heart.  And I *know* SB would 
	never do something like that.  It's all a misunderstanding.  So I took a 
	song from my personal favorite group, Nelson, to respond to "Insensitive".  
	Yes, I know there are no planes in the BSG universe - at least not 
	post-Destruction.  Replace "plane" with "shuttle" if you like (although 
	it ruins the meter).  Anyway, here it is.  Starbuck's response to 
	"Insensitive".

	Rita 


	Five O'Clock Plane 
	by Matthew & Gunnar Nelson / Marc Tanner 
	Copyright 1995 Matt-Black Music / Gunster Music / EMI April Music Inc. /
	Otherwise Music ASCAP 

	by Rita

	Email: mommacita1@juno.com (Rita G Mac Auslan)

	Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just like to play with them.  And I 
	always bring them back safe and sound - well almost always.

	Rating: PG

	Summary: Songfic about miscommunications leading to a breakup between our 
	favorite couple.


	Someday, maybe one day 
	I will understand what I did to send your love away 
	Someday, maybe one day 
	I'll see through your eyes what made you cry and run away 
	'Cause I, I feel a changing of the seasons 
	I wonder why, but you're not givin' me a reason... 

	Over? How can it be over?  What did I do? I don't understand.  I'm
	supposed to know, I'm sure, but I've been wracking my brain for centars
	and I just can't piece it together.

	It's my fault.  That part I'm clear on.  It's always my fault when a
	relationship falls apart, no matter who does the dumping.  But ...
	somehow I thought this was different.  'Pol, we've been friends forever. 
	I've had lots of flings, sure, but I never - NEVER - gave my whole self
	before.  You know that.  This was the next step for our friendship, but
	so very much more.

	Was it being without me for a while?  Gods!  I've been working double
	shifts: opposite shift to you as a pilot, but then sleep shift on the
	Rising Star.  Cleaning up old debts.  Getting ready for a new life.  With
	you.  Guess it's not gonna happen, huh?

	Did you discover you didn't miss me?  That I wasn't a necessary part of
	your life?  It wouldn't be the first time.  You aren't the first one.  I
	just thought *this time* I really mattered to someone - to you, my best
	friend.  Well, I guess I was wrong.  Wouldn't be the first time for that,
	either.

	Are we 1, or 2 far gone to say 3 words 
	"I love you" 
	Be4 you take that 5 o'clock plane, that's leaving 
	I'm so tired of tryin' 
	To count 8, 9, 10 ways I'll be dyin' 
	If you should take that five o'clock plane 

	I love you, Apollo.  With all my heart and all my soul.  I can't go back
	to pretending I don't, going from one woman to the next, with the men on
	the side to give me a shadow of what I crave.  What I can get only from
	you.

	Well, I guess I'm not worth being one with anybody.  Not that I could be
	with anyone but you.  But I'm going to take you up on your offer - we
	*can* still be friends.  We have to.  Because otherwise, the next Cylon
	who wants me can have me.  

	Someday, baby, one day 
	As we reminisce we'll laugh at all this hearsay 
	Someday, maybe one day 
	You'll apologize when you've realized 
	I never lied to you anyway 
	Will I just be a footnote on forever? 
	Testify- before you bury all I treasure 

	Well, I won't ask you again.  You'll only look at me with your "cold
	Captain" look, as I call it, and tell me if I claim I don't know why I'm
	lying to both of us.  Okay.  Someone told you they saw something, maybe
	you saw something and misinterpreted it.  Okay.  I'll find out.  I wish
	you'd tell me what you saw or heard or think I did, 'cause I swear I've
	never done anything but love you since you let me into your heart.  I
	just wish you'd tell me, because you haven't just ended *us*, you've
	ended *me*.

	All those nights we held each other 
	Body, mind and soul 
	I can't believe you'd ever let that go 

	But you believe I tossed it all aside, don't you?  So you're gonna do the
	same.  Funny, I've always wanted you to be more like me - less serious,
	more live-for-today.  Well, you picked a fine time to go and do it, 'Pol.
	Just when I'd given all that up - for a lifetime with you.  You're
	letting it all go.

	Are we 1? Or 2 far gone? 
	If you should take that 5 o'clock plane... 
  
	I love you, Apollo.  Always remember that.  Because I always will.