42
Disclaimer: not mine. Don't sue. Just playing.
Authors note: From the point of view of the new president of the colonies, Laura Roslin. Drabble. this is my first battlestar Galactica fic:)
42
I know Billions have died.
But I keep on going back to that number.
42.
I knew all of them.
Some friends, some just acquaintances...
I saw them this morning, at a cabinet meeting.
All Alive...
all healthy...
But this was before...
before they died.
Before the world ended, in more ways than one...
The Cylons...
and cancer...
two enemies, one almost as invisible as the other...
Both kill.
Billions have suffered at the hands of the cylons.
But I still go back to the 42.
And I can't stop thinking that the number is going to rise to 43.