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A/N: Like in my Battlestar Galactica: Phoenix story, Leoben is Model One and Cavil is Model Two.

Reflections

By Eugena

Rated: T

Based on Season 3 spoilers – Kara reflects

Second story in The Path to Phoenix series

Chapter One: Trust

Kara felt his hand brush against her shoulder as he set the plate of food in front of her. How different this was from the time she interrogated him. He seemed almost human, like a loving husband setting down a meal for a tired wife. Her tattoo on her arm itched. It was her last reminder that she was already married. She did not know if Sam still lived, but right now, she had to believe that he did.

If she didn't have Sam, right now she'd have Leoben talking sweetly to her. He smelt so human, even somehow found cologne to wear. In their own world, everything was as it should be. A loving husband fixed his wife a meal, and he waited to see how she liked it. The other colonists might kill for this meal. It was not rations, rather a large steak – from where she did not know – and vegetables. She always hated vegetables before the war, but now anything not a MRE was a delicacy.

Leoben leaned over her and began to cut her meat. "You should eat," he said, leaning near her ear. "You need your strength."

"Why not take me back to the prison cell?" she asked.

"That was for your own protection," he said.

"From who? You? You don't seem to eager to hurt me. Why bother cooking all this if you just wanted to kill me?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Kara. Others do. Model three will kill you on sight."

"I thought all Cylons were on the same team."

"Not always. Three is dangerous. She is the one you knew as D'anna Beirs. She'll destroy you, Kara, but I won't let her do it."

Kara looked up into his face, almost forgetting he was not human. "Why tell me this?"

"I have seen the future, Kara. This has all happened before, but this time, you get your chance at happiness. I will give that to you. You sent my soul back to God, and now I have returned for you. I will protect you."

"There is always another agenda," she said bitterly.

"Is there?" he asked.

"What's yours?"

"You will see in time, but I assure you, it is not to hurt you."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because you already do."