Out of the A Battlestar Galactica (2006) Fan-fiction Story

Category: Kara/Anders, a little bit of Kara/Leoben and Kara/Lee, who knows maybe even more

Spoilers: Well sort of. Everthing up to Season 3 finale "Eye of Jupiter"

Summary: It starts to go along with Season 3 but with a few add ins, take outs and surprises. The world of Kara and Samuel Anders are turned upside down while they rescue, fight, survive another day and love each other for a better future. Chapter 1 starts four months after the Cylon occupation on New Caprica and goes from there.

Warnings: Of course there's sex. Come on it's a story about Starbuck. There's minor torture, action, etc.

Kara Anders looked out the window of her prison apartment. Four months she had been there, captured by Leoben Conoy, one of the twelve Cylon models. Most of her view was of the New Caprica Police building but she could see part of the tent city camps and some of the makeshift pyramid court. A tear rolled down her face as the thought of Sam jumped in her head. Gods, Sam why did you have to get sick and die on me? Why did you leave me here all alone with this monster? Right on cue the apartment door opens which makes Kara jump in her skin.

Leoben walks down the stairs. "I'm home honey," he announces as he walks up to her. She reached down in her pocket for the hidden knife. "Kacey is getting better and stronger, recovering as fast as her mother does," he said as he placed his hand on her face.

"She's not mine and don't touch me." She swats his hand away and turned to look out the window. A man was playing on the Pyramid court now, just him no one else. Someone get me the frak out of here, she thought to herself.

Samuel Anders slammed his Pyramid ball into the makeshift basket taking a small amount of satisfaction in the sound but then he felt the crushing loneliness settle over him once again. There were very few times where he didn't feel Kara's loss. He'd searched all over the tent city for his wife, but he had to be careful. He was a wanted man after all. So far he'd been damn lucky but he was a realist and knew the increased activities of the insurgents, which he was helping lead, eventually things would turn against him. Sighing he grabbed the little ball and slammed it once again into the goal. It was an action of rage and soul consuming anger against the ones that had taken his wife from his arms.

Kara studied the man on the Pyramid court closely. He was a blur to her and couldn't tell who he was. By the way that he was throwing the ball around, he seemed to be in pain or angry over something. Just like Anders did when he needed to vent. Kara ran her fingers over the tip of the knife in the pocket again. Knowing that it made no difference in her case if she did killed Leoben tonight. He would return again, telling her that she would someday love him back. The thought made her sick to her stomach.

Kara snapped back into reality when Leoben cleared his throat. "What do you want for dinner? I can make your favorite again."

"I'm not hungry," she looked straight at him with her famous Starbuck pissed off glare. "And I will not be having dinner with you." She turned back to the window and wished that she could be out here playing Pyramid with the man or to just feel the cold wind on her face again.

It wasn't helping this time. Usually Sam could play out here for hours at a time and forget everything. He could work out his frustrations or his anger, but not today. He felt that Kara was close by. Ever since they met over the barrels of rifles on Caprica a year and half ago, he could sense her. They were soul mates but out of his reach. Sam dropped the ball and sank to his knees as the hopelessness threatened to crush him. His chest tightened and he coughed with the remains of his illness. Sure it had been months since he'd shaken the Pneumonia but sometimes the cough returned. "Kara, I miss you," he whispered to himself. "Lords help me find her."

Kara walked away from the window to the outside world. Leoben came up behind her placing his hand around her waist. Rubbing her in ways she knew was wrong but all the fighting she put up in the pass didn't change a thing.

"I'm getting ready to go to bed. It's warm and comfortable but lonely. I would love it if you joined me. You can't fight me forever Kara. You will love me one day just like you loved Anders but much more than him." He squeezed her harder as his hands reached under her shirt, touching her bare flesh, rubbing the scar on her abdomen. "We have a special bond between us. Can't you see?"

"No I can't see it. Get your hands off of me you frakking toaster!" She tried to break free of his grasp but he was so much stronger than her now. There were still bruises on her arms, legs and stomach from the last time she tried to break away from him yesterday. Never thinking they would ever vanish. They would just be there to remind her of the torture Leoben put her through.

Finally Leoben let go of her and walked away still staring at her. This time he did force her to the floor, table, couch or wall to have his way with her like he did in the pass. Kara didn't move or talk, she was frozen in fear. Leoben left the dining room and went into the bedroom closing the door.

Finally she was alone. Walking over to the table, she pulled out a chair and sat in it. Placing her elbows on the table, she sank her head into her hands and began to cry. "Gods Sam, I wish you were still alive." She hated everything about this place. It had Leoben written all over it. Eventually she placed her head on the table and cried even harder. "Sam I need you so much now. More than ever. Please Lords let me know that Leoben told me a lie. I can't take this much more." She sat up and looked at her tattoo on her arm. She had a flashback of Anders tracing it with his finger and smiling at her when he did. She looked across the room and filled up with rage. She grabbed the nearest thing to her and threw it across the room. Screaming with anger and hate as she threw it. "I want out of here!"

Sam suddenly got good and angry. He couldn't go on like this any longer. He didn't care any more. He couldn't live another minute knowing that Kara was either dead or in Leoben's hands. He was out playing a frakking game instead of trying again to find her. "Kara Anders," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "I will find you!" He didn't realize that tears were running down his face. "I swear by the Lords that I will stop at nothing to get you back!"

Kara grabbed the last thing that was near her when the bedroom door opened. "What are you doing Kara?!" Leoben demanded. She threw the vase and it passed right in front his face and smashed on the wall.

"I want out of here! It's never going to happen, Leoben. Never! I loathe you! I will never sleep with you or love you. You should get that thing you call a brain checked out," she backed away from him. "Tell me one thing Leoben, if you truly do love me like you say you do. Where's Anders? Huh? Tell me!"

Leoben stood there quiet for a few moments. "Anders is none of your concern anymore, Kara. I told you what happened to him. He's dead. His Pneumonia could not be cured in time."

"Cured? You didn't even try to help him!" She stormed off out of the dining room and sat on the couch, curled in a ball. "Don't you frakking come near me or I will kill you again."

Anders didn't know how long he sat there in abject misery but he stood shakily when it began to get dark. He's screamed against the fates until his voice was hoarse and aching. He had things to do. He'd find her, he promised himself. Each and every time they rose up against their Cylon oppressors, the closer he came to finding her. Turning, Sam suddenly stared at the tall building that was behind the court. He felt her pull again as he stared at it. "Are you there babe?" He whispered.

"Anders," Tyrol's voice pulled him back to the present.

Sam swiped a hand quickly over his face before facing the Chief. "Right, we good to go?" He asked. With one last look at the building he turned and left the court.

"Yeah we are good to go," Tyrol replied. "You're thinking about her again aren't you?"

"I just have this feeling like she's watching me." Sam said before turning away from the building. "I won't believe she's dead until I see her dead body in my arms."

Several moments later, Kara got up from the couch and walked over to the window. Checking to see if the man was still playing, she pushed back the blinds and checked. It was hard to see outside, the lights coming from inside her room made a glare. Nightfall was setting.

She saw the man get up from the ground and look straight at her. She felt warm and safe all of a sudden. "Sam? Is that you?" She whispered. Then he turned away when someone came up to him. They stood there and talked for a short while and began to walk away. But the taller man looked back once more at her. She wanted to bang on the window and scream at the top of her lungs to get his attention. It's not Sam, Starbuck. What are you thinking? You are just giving your hopes up. "It's not him," she whispered to herself.

The cold light of determination was in Sam's blue eyes as he set the explosives against the low wall. While he didn't feel right about the suicide bombers, it was a damn waste of good men, but he had no problem in blowing the frakking robots to kingdom come. He placed the detonator in the plastic explosive and primed the switch. He ran for cover and held his breath waiting until the group of Cylons got close to it. Careful not to be seen, he pressed the button. "This is for you Kara." His face was an emotionless mask as the bomb exploded taking every Cylon with it. He then stood, looked dispassionately at the bloody mess and calmly walked away.

Once again the build shook from an explosion. Kara braced up against the wall to stabilize herself. She could see the Centurions run to the area that was hit. "What the frak? Another suicide bombing?" She whispered to herself. Guess I'll find out later. She still was having a hard time with Duck's suicide bombing. She had a feeling that no one but skin jobs and Centurions were attacked. She placed her hand on the window and smiled. It had to be Tyrol and the resistance that did that or so she hoped that it was them if they were still alive.

Sam was down in their hideout sitting at the table fiddling with a small electronic devise. In the year that they had been here, he'd learned many things about being a freedom fighter. He could slap together a bomb, field strip a weapon in pitch blackness; survive on a few hours of sleep for days on end, and jury rig about anything. They'd made detonators out of clothes pins and cigarettes for frak sake's. He listened to Tigh's orders. The man was going insane. Sam understood it but it didn't mean he liked that the man was leading them. Anders got up and began to pace the small confines of the room. There had to be something that he could do. Things were going from bad to worse and with Galactica supposedly on the way, they needed every possible person alive.

Sam turned to face Tigh. "Colonel, I understand your desire to kill every last frakking skin job out there; I feel it in every fiber of my being. But we can accomplish the same result by planting explosives rather than sending people that we'll need once we're back with the fleet to kill themselves! We need… I want my wife back!" Apparently Tigh wasn't impressed by Sam's words for the older man glared at him with his remaining eye and walked out of the room.

Kara paced the living room of her prison. Leoben had left her alone to go and check on Kacey in the hospital area of the detention center to see if she could come home. "Come on Starbuck. You got yourself out of that hospital on Caprica. How are you going to do it this time?" She ran her fingers through her hair as her out of the box thinking came to her. "How does Leoben get in and out?"

She looked at the stair case and ran up them, pulling the door open and she yanking on the cell bars. Studying the bars closely there was no lock or key pad. She walked back down the stairs into the living room. "I got it." Kara started searching through the apartment for any electronic device she could turn into a computer and send out a signal to anyone anywhere, that's if the Cylons weren't jamming it. She sent out several messages, one in particular that only one man would know what in the world she was talking about.

Sam couldn't get her out of his head. Why was today so much worse than the other days? He sat at the computer even though it'd be hours yet before the scheduled check in from Galactica. Suddenly there was a blip on the screen. He didn't know what Colonial codes were but this wasn't from Galactica. Then words flashed across the screen. 'You can't shoot, you can't pass and you sure as hell can't take a point.'

"Kara," Sam whispered.

He replied, 'Everyone's a critic.' and he hit send. "Tell me where you are baby."

"He's alive! I knew it!" Kara said as she got his reply back and smiled. 'I'm in the detention center I think.' She had only been outside her prison apartment once. 'I can hear the screams from people being tortured. If I look out my window I see the NCP building, some of the camp and half of the pyramid court. Hurry! Leoben just got back and should be almost asleep by now."' Kara got up and grabbed her jacket and boots. She walked over the window and waited to see if she could see him.

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