Hey, I was rewatching season 3 (again!) when I thought what if Laura was captured more then once? Also what exactely was her role in the resistance? So this combined with writers's block involving some other stuff this is the result. I don't know how this will evolve but here is the start.

It's set on NC during the Cyclon occupation in Laura's POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. BSG and the characters belong to the writers, producers, actors,... It's just for entertainment.

The first time I was brought to the detention center I was at the school going-over some homework with Maya. I didn't notice them at first because I had my back towards the entrance, if that's the proper description.

They actually asked me very kindly if I would accompany them. Which I did because what was I going to do as a teacher against 2 armed men? Take them down? I didn't think so.

While we were walking towards the center which I renamed: New Caprica's own play-ground for the frakking toasters or New Caprica's own personal hell with cells if that is even possible because frankly the whole godsdamned planet was hell but hey it wasn't my idea to move down here now was it?

Nope I didn't think so. I'll talk about my nicknames for that building more later.

Now where was I? Ah yes!

I was 'escorted' by two armed men to the center when they informed me that I was merely going to be asked some questions.

HA! Right. I didn't know that asking just 'some' questions involved being thrown in a cell without a bed. But hey I'm merely a schoolteacher. But I just nodded to them and kept quiet. When we arrived a model 3 known as D'anna and several Centurions were waiting for me.

Now anyone els would probably have kept their mouths shut but ooh no not me.

I simply smiled and asked if they where my welcoming party and were my red carpet was. She of course being a Cyclon didn't get the obvious sarcastic comment and just stared at me with a: what-the-frak-are-you-talking-about-kinda look.

A look she performed like a master. Seriously she could beat Baltar any day, but let's not dwell on that little frakker for now. I just ate and I would like to keep my food inside.

Right sarcasm I would soon discover wasn't something imprinted in the Cyclon brain. Anyhow she decided not to reply and just said that I was expected in the center. 'Oh lovely', I said. 'So what's for dinner?'.

Again N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

Seriously those Cyclons maybe stronger and a pain in the butt when it comes to die (and I mean really die not just Bam and waking up again in a new body. Which is something else I find really annoying!) but they're sure as hell not smarter.

Especially that Doral model. I've always thought he was a moron even when I didn't know he was a Cyclon. I don't think I've encountered anyone who's that stupid and believe me I've met a lot of dumb people. I've after all worked with politicians for about 15 years.

But that's not what I'm trying to say. D'Anna brought me to the 'interrogation room'.

As soon I entered and saw Cavil with his sickening smile I knew I was in trouble.

BIG trouble.

So this was the first piece. Let me know what you all think!

VivaHuddy