Title: A Dead Ringer for Armageddon
Author: Monica, aka JussCallMeBilly
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the yumminess that is Jamie Bamber (drool)
A/N: Okay, so this is my first BSG fanfic but not my first altogether. I have been reading a bunch of stories for months so hopefully I have picked up enough on terms I have to use. So I had written like two chapters for this story probably about a month ago but never decided to do much with it. It is now raining, and I have been cooped up in the house for three days, so I figured why not? I want to say that I know this first part will be VERY CONFUSING to all of you but trust me it'll make sense as the story develops. OH, and one more thing, reviews…please? Kthanksbye.
PROLOUGE
LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CRAYONS
"Get ready to move," He breathed lightly in her ear. The young woman readjusted her grip on her son's hand and nodded.
"Ready."
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The landing bay of Galactica was a sea of blue. Black had always been the appropriate color to wear to these kinds of things, but Kara figured Dwarf wouldn't mind. He would be surrounded by black soon enough.
Commander Adama said his final words as the pod was ejected into space. It seemed only fitting that space was black, after all it was where all the dead ended up. Ejected from a metal box and sentenced to an eternity of cold, lonely, darkness. But if death was black, did that mean life was white? Hadn't all those pictures of Gods she'd seen been beings dressed and surrounded by white?
What color were all of they, then; the people who were not yet dead but who were not exactly alive? How would a small child color the survivors of extinction? Gray. That was the color they were made up of. The color of waiting for their time to come, the color of the Galactica, the color of hope.
Kara was shaken from her thoughts by the sudden weight of a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Lee standing behind her. The landing bay had almost been completely cleared. Everyone had gone back to their jobs; Dwarf's death nothing more than a distant memory and another notch on their belts.
A petite woman and a small child with fiery hair remained. The woman looked like she was barely holding it together, and the child seemed too young to understand what was happening.
"Who are they?" Kara heard herself asking.
"Dwar- Edward's wife and…" Lee cleared his throat, "and, uh, his kid."
"He had a kid?" Kara asked again, never tearing her eyes from the pair in front of them.
"Yes."
"She's young," commented Kara. The mother scooped up the child and wiped her eyes. It was funny how mothers always seemed to have enough hands to go around.
"Yeah."
"Much too young to lose a father."
Apollo gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "Yeah."
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They had been sprinting for a good twenty minutes before they thought it was safe to rest. The dark-haired father had long ago scooped their son up and carried him. He set the boy down and lay a reassuring hand on his wife's head.
"Are you okay?" He panted.
"Peachy," she responded. He pushed her lightly for the sarcasm which caused them both to smile.
"Are we safe?" the tiny boy asked them. The woman nervously opened her arms to pick the boy up.
"You're always safe when you are with us," her husband responded. She threw him a grateful look.
"Always," she echoed. This answer seemed to satisfy the boy because he snuggled into his mother's arms without a care in the world. The three settled in silence for awhile before the woman was sure the small boy was asleep. "It is not safe for him here."
"It has not been safe for him in five years," her husband responded.
"It's different now. Each time they seem to be getting stronger, I'm afraid we will never be able to find-"
"What do you suggest we do?"
"What we should have done five years ago," she answered softly.
"How do we know he will be safe? You've already said it, the cylons are stronger here. They may have already started building."
"If they have, we know where they would be starting it. We can get there and check it out. I have a good feeling about these people. They might be who we have been looking for."
"You have never been one to rely on 'feelings'," he chided her.
"And you have never been one to doubt my instincts," she shot back.
"It is not that," the man sighed. "I just can't imagine leaving him." He waited a few beats and breathed deeply. "If we are going to do this, we have to do this right. A mistake will cost him his life."
The mother nodded, a lone tear running down her cheek.
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A/N: Paha…so you all probably have no idea what I am talking about now. As it should be. Anyways I am hoping to be posting this with the first chapter so that you are not left totally in the dark. Nothing much to review on yet because it was very short, but the next ones coming up will be three times as long. Kthanksbye.