Title: Falling
Author: BlueSkiesAgain
Rating: M
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Summary: No matter who saves who, she always finds herself falling into him.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and it's characters do not and never will belong to me.
Chapter 1
by BlueSkiesAgain
"Helo! Athena! This way...cover me!" Kara shouted over the sound of gunfire and tramping feet. She yelled and sprinted around the corner. She held up her rifle and shot the cylon Centurion standing at the end of the hall. It's red eye roved back and forth as her first bullets buckled it's chest armor. It managed to pop off a few rounds before one of her bullets pierced his "eye". She looked down at it.
"Take that, you frakking toaster!" She stood satisfied for a second. Then she heard Helo scream.
"Sharon!"
Athena was lying on the ground, holding her thigh where blood gushed from a bullethole. Helo was kneeling at her side, one hand holding her head, the other joining hers in an attempt to hold pressure on the wound.
"Frak! Get her to Cottle! The path back to the raptor should be clear!" Kara shouted.
Helo nodded and picked up his wife. He ran down the hall with her cradled in his arms.
"Frak frak frak..." Kara thought of how she got into this situation.
"DRADIS contacts!Two cylon Heavy Raiders...frak they're right next to us! They've docked at airlocks on the starboard side! About halfway down!" Dee yelled from her station in CIC.
"Set condition One throughout the Fleet! Get teams over there to repel them!" Adama yelled.
"How the hell did they get so close?" Tigh asked Dee.
"They jumped in right next to us, sir."
"Action stations, action stations! Set condition One throughout the ship! Cylon boarders on..." Gaeta said into the intercom.
"Four more Heavy Raiders! They've docked on the Adriatic and the Gemenon Traveler!" Dee shouted.
"Get teams over there immediately!" Adama yelled.
Kara remembered Lee telling her to get on a Raptor to the Adriatic with Helo, Athena, Racetrack, and a few Marines. They had found approximately twenty Centurions had boarded the ship. Kara was running through the halls toward the sound of gunfire. Soon she heard the metallic clanking of Centurion feet. As soon as she rounded the corner, passing several dead bodies, she saw three centurions firing into a group of civilians. The body of a marine lay in front of them.
"You motherfrakkers!" Kara screamed as she opened fire, killing two before they could turn around. The last one swiveled and opened fire on her. Kara dodged, rolled, and shot it in the head three times, thoroughly killing it.
"Get to somewhere safe! Barricade yourself, something!" She said to the terrified group.
"What are they doing here?" a young boy asked her.
"No idea. Attacking clearly...just get out of here!"
The civilians ran back towards the raptor area. Kara blew her hair out of her face and checked her ammo.
"Frak me..." She only had three more clips for her rifle. Fortunately she still had two handguns and a grenade.
Kara started towards the other end of the hall. It had gone eerily silent.
"Where are you you bastards..." She heard a noise behind her and she pivoted, gun raised.
"Don't shoot! It's me, Sergeant James!" The black-clad marine said.
"Gods, you scared me...come on, we gotta find the rest of these cylons."
"Right."
The two started cautiously up a staircase. Two more hallways later, all they had found were dead bodies.
"Are they just here to kill us or what...Frak!" James yelled as three more centurions rounded the corner and opened fire. James managed to kill two, then the last one shot him in the head. Kara killed the last one and knelt by the Sergeant. He was dead.
"Damn..."
She ran down the hall, took two turns and then was surprised by a cylon jumping out in front of her. It seemed to leer at her, before it's robotic hand crashed down and everything went black.
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