Author's note: This is my first fic ever and I'm just doing this for fun. I do not own the characters of bsg the belong to Ronald D Moore and Universal.

And being a fan of Pink I'm gonna name every chapter that I write to a title of one of her songs. I do not own any of her songs as well.

Also English is not my native language so excuse me for writing mistakes and all that kind of stuff. Anyway hope you enjoy.

This is how it goes down.

Chapter 1 : Runaway.

Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away
(Pink, runaway)

Socrata Thrace was sitting at the table, a bottle of Virgon brew in front of her, a cigarette in her right hand and in her left hand she was holding a letter from the Caprica colonial veteran hospital. She was a former member of the Colonial marine corps and retired as a sergeant major.
She was the kind of woman who believed that suffering was good for the soul and that fear gets you killed and anger keeps you alive. So she made sure that her daughter Kara Thrace learned that lesson well. Especially since her husband left her.
The two pictures with a young mother and her little girl laughing and posing for the camera were the only proof of happier times, now long forgotten .

She heard the knocking on the door when she took another drag of her cigarette and called out.

"It's open"

Socrata looked up at the young blond woman who entered the room, dressed in her BDU's. It was her daughter Kara. She walked to the table, just stopped a few feet in front of it.

"Hello momma." Kara said.

Kara had just finished the Academy and flight school and was now one of the best viper pilots ever. Actually she was the best. She even beated the score from the perfect-by-the-book-flying Apollo. He had held the record in the sim's until a certain Kara Thrace sweped it away. She had heard a lot of Apollo, but never had she seen him.

Now she was here to visit her mother and tell her that she would serve on a battlestar named Triton under the command of Myron Ruth.

Her relationship with her mother wasn't exactly a by the book relationship. Ever since her father left everything went wrong. In the beginning it was just her hand that would slap her. Later her mother would become more resourceful, the door was one of those options for breaking fingers. Always saying that suffering was good for the soul, that she wasn't good enough. But now she had finally reached the moment were she could show her mother that she was wrong about her. She was better then her mother ever was, who only made it as a marine.

"so you really did it, first person in the family to become an officer." Socrata growled.

A small smile appearsed on Kara's face, but dissapeared as quickly.

"What is the world coming to." She answered in a mocking tone.

"Kara they tell me that you're the best natural pilot they've ever seen" Kara could hear the pride in the voice of her mother when she said those words. Altough her mother was trying not to show any of it. A smile appeared on Kara's face again.

"First time I got in that cockpit... I just...felt like I belonged." Kara said with a small smile on her face.

"all that natural ability, and still you only gratuated sixteenth in your class." Her mother interupted.

"sixteenth out of a 117 cadets, momma." Kara stammered.

"Why are you proud of that, you should have been number one." If she could kill with her eyes, she would have killed Kara right now, her voice rose with every word she said. "they tell me that you have left a trail of demerits up here to Aerilon, you're undisciplined, you have no respect for authority...'

"It's none of you're business anymore." Kara answered. her jaw thightening in that moment. She felt the anger rising up. Again her mother wasn't good enough. At least Kara wasn't the little girl anymore, her mother couldn't physicly hurt her anymore, but with her words she could still be lethal.

"you have a gift, Kara," I've always known that, here in my gut and I am not gonna let you piss that away. You're special don't you understand that?"

"No I'm not. Would you let go of that stupid dream of yours," Kara said viciously, "look, I'm sorry of hell that you never made officer, and all you have to show for a lifetime of deducation is this crappy apartment and that frakking medal on the wall. But I will not make up for it all. I can't."

"Yeah, because you're a quitter,'"she snapped, "you always have been."

Kara went silent at those last words. Not knowing where to look, except at her mother. Until her eyes felt on a letter from the Caprican Colonial Forces Veteran's Hospital on the table in front of her. She picked it up and started reading it. When she read that her mother had cancer, a small shiver went down her spine.

"You went to an oncologist?"

Socrata jumped up, "Hey, put that down. Don't touch that!"

"What you gonna do about this." Kara asked. Her relationship with her mother may be not the best but she never wished this for her mother.

"Nothing, there is nothing to do, it's metastasised. Game is over"

Kara pulled the chair from under the table, wanting to support her mother, not knowing how. "I'm sorry momma." With a slight hesitation she tried to lay her hand on her mothers.
But in that moment Socrata pulled her hand away and growled, "I don't want your pitty."

Kara's eyes darted back to her mother, the anger clearly vissible, jaw tightening," you haven't got it." She said through gritted theeth.

"You wanne feel sorry for someone, feel sorry for yourself." Her mother said fiercly. "Now, I have to find another way to motivate you're ass. I'm not gonna be around to do it any longer."

Kara struggled not to cry, she felt the anger rise in the pit of her stomach. Normally Kara was very good at hiding her emotions. In public she could easely become Starbuck, the fearless viper pilot, but never with her mother. There she would always be Kara.

"Oh, don't tell me you're gonna cry about it now." She mocked.

"you know, I don't need this," she standed up voice angry, "I'm gonna walk out that door and you can look at it every frakking miserable day you have left and know that I'm never gonna come back trough it again!"

She walked out of the apartment hearing her mother yell her name "Kara, Kara!" She felt her breath catch and started running from the stairs out of the apartmenblock. Tears were running down her face now, she wiped them away with a sleeve of her BDU. She was done with her mother, so much had happened in all those years and every frakking time she came back, trying to give her mother another chance, hoping that she would change. But it will never happen. She would never be good enough for her mother.

After running several blocks Kara passed a woman running in the oppisite direction of her. She looked like the perfect girlfriend. Blond hair tied up in a tail with some loose strands, blue eyes. The woman was crying as well and for a short moment Kara had to smile at that image. The idea that she wasn't the only one who had a frakked up day made her feel a bit better.

When she turned the corner of the street, she saw a young man, with short brown hair, standing in he middle of the street. He was probably the reason the other woman was crying, she thought. For a moment she wanted to hit the guy for making the woman cry. But when she had a closer look she could see blue eyes staring at her with tears as well. Her thought of hitting him disappeard quickly, instead she just wanted to stop running and stand there next to him. Maybe even talk to him or better frak him, search comfort in each other. No, not this time. She was done looking for comfort in an other man. She had done that enough of times and it didn't really made her feel better the next day. She would handle this on her own.

So, she kept running.

xxx

Lee Adama was sitting outside of his house, a glass of ambrosia in his hand, waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. He never felt better then today. He just recieved a letter that he was accepted at war college and he would start in a couple of weeks. He was the youngest lieutenant ever who was accepted at war college, a lot of people thought that it was because of his father, commander Adama. But being one of the best of his year at the Academy made him earn his place at War College. And he didn't think that his father would try to pull some strings to get him accepted at War College, it was not like they had the best relationship. His father was mostly away, serving on his battlestar, although that could change soon since his last mission wasn't such a succes, so their relationship was a bit strained. He and his brother Zak were mostly raised by their mother, Carolanne. Their parents divorced whe Lee was eight.

It was actually his fathers dream that Lee and his brother Zak would become viper pilots. "A man isn't a man until he wears the wings of a viper pilot" was one of the sentences he heard the most of his father. So Lee followed in his footsteps and went to the Academy and after that to flight school. He had to admit, he loved flying and his fathers dream became his dream as well. But they always compared him to his father and Lee always tried to do better. Putting more pressure on him.

He saw Gianne turning the corner, walking in his direction and had to think how lucky he was that he had her in his life. She was perfect. She had white-blond hair and soft blue eyes. And gods, her smile could light up the sky. He had talked to her on the phone a few hours ago and she had some great news to tell him herself. "She would probably be accepted at law school,'" he thought. "Hey, honey;" he said with a smile when he saw her walking towards him."I've got some great news as well."

He kissed her full on the lips when she stopped in front of him.

"Hey, So what's the great news." she said smiling.

"I'm accepted at war college, I'll start in a couple of weeks."

He could see the smile on Gianne's face fade away the moment he told her about war college, feeling a small trickle of fear settling in.

She lifted her head to look him right in the eyes. A bit afraid for his reaction. "I'm pregnant Lee."

It was like he was hit by a bus. Did he hear it right? Was she pregnant? How could she be pregnant they were always carefull. "But...we were always...carefull." Lee said in disbelieve.

"I know Lee but it happened anyway, and I would be lying if I say that I don't want it" she looked right in Lee's eyes searching for the joy she felt when the test was positive. But seeing nothing of it in his eyes, only fear.

"Gianne, I'm not ready to become a father...Gods we even never talked about it, I thought we could at least enjoy a bit of our life, you know see if we...I can't be a father, not now."

At those words he saw Gianne pull away from him. Tears were in her eyes and she gave Lee one last look and then turned around and ran away from him. Out of his life.

Lee couldn't move, he wasn't ready to deal with a pregnant girlfriend. The fear of becoming exactly his father creeping in. If he wanted to raise kids, he wanted to do it right. He wanted to be there for his kids and not like his father, who was only a few weeks a year on Caprica, but now was not the time. He had it all perfectly planned out, first he would serve in the military and after that he would find a job at Caprica and then have kids.

He didn't know how long he was standing there , numb for everything that happened around him. Replaying wath just happened in his mind until he heard someone running in his direction. "Is she coming back," he thought. But when he looked up in the direction he saw a young blond woman in BDU's running. She wasn't slender or elegant and had nothing of resemblance with Gianne accept the blond hair, but even that was a bit darker and was cut short. But somehow he felt enchanted by her. He felt his heart skip a few beats when seeing her. It was something he never felt in his entire life, not even with Gianne. He could see she had cried and seeing her like that he just wanted to run with her, run away from everything. Maybe finding some solace in running with her.

But he stayed.

xxx

She heard the bell early in the morning and still a bit lightheaded from the champagne of the babyshower Laura went to the frontdoor still wearing her nightgown. She was wondering who it could be this early. It was very unlikely it would be one of her sisters, Ok they forgot the presents but even then they would never come this early, they weren't really morning persons. So when she opened the door she saw two police officers standing outside. Seeing the two police officers sobered her up instantly. Police at this hour of the day was never good news. The one who took the word was a dark skinned woman.

"Good morning. I'm officer Stephanie and this is officer Sean from the Caprica city Police. Are you Laura Roslin?"

Good morning, Laura thought, how in the hell could this be a good morning if the police is standing this early at the door.

"Yes, I am."

"We need to speak with you. May we come inside?"

She gestured to the officers to enter. A thousand thoughts running trough her mind. The first thought of her two sisters, Cheryl and Sandra, drinking Champagne, laughing...

"hahaha, That was a great shower. Goh. Oh My Gods. That was amazing. Just gonna clean up a little bit here."

"Ok, Laura no cleaning," Cheryl said, bottle of champagne in her hand.

"Oh, just a little"

"No, this is the last bottle. And you and I have to share it. You promised me that you would finish all the champagne"

"Alright, Boy we drank a lot . Well, they did "

"What about me?" Sandra asked.

" Euh, No pregnant girls only gets gifts."

"Just a sip"

"A sip, oke, just one, a little. Good. Stop, enough. Oh my gosh"

"That was lovely, Laura. Thank you" Sandra said.

She puts her arm around her pregnant sister, sitting in the sofa next to her sister "Well, it's the least I can do for my little sister"

" Hey I thought I was you're little sister" Cheryl smiled

"Ok, You are my very little sister. Oh, boy. How about that woman with Mrs Anderson. Hahaha. Why did she even bring those" Laura shrieked.

"What was that" her youngest sister asked.

"I don't know, but there's always one"

The dark skinned officer started to talk again the moment they were seated.

"We're so sorry, we're here to inform you there has been some terrible accident. Late last night your sisters and father were all killed. We weren't able to verify the identy of the bodies until a few hours ago. The driver of the other vehicle is in stable condition and.. preliminary tests indicate that he was intoxicated when he side flanked the car with your father and your sisters."

"Thank you, can you show yourselfs out?" Laura said.

"We're sorry for your loss" The two officers rose and left the apartment leaving Laura alone in her grieve.

She felt numb, she never could have thought that she would lose her whole family at once. How could she deal with this. Her sisters and her father gone, their lives taken, the little life in her sisters belly ended. She had no one left. Her mother died a few years ago of breast cancer. She started to clean the stuff that was still lying on the table from the shower. She couldn't wrap her thoughts around it. She was twisting and turning in her house, until her eyes felt on the photo from her and her two sisters and her father taken on their last summer vacation. It was such a hot summer, that when it started to rain they went outside and kissed the rain as a thank you. Seeing that picture she knew what she had to do. She left her house and walked to the fountain that was in the middle of the apartmentblocks. When she was standing at the fountain, she couldn't fell the comfort she hoped she would get. So she wandered in the water towards the sprinklers feeling the water on her face falling down. People were looking at her, like she was a crazy woman. She even heard a woman say something like that, but she didn't care. All she wanted was some peace. She strolled towards the rocks in the middle of the fountain and leaned against it. She opened her arms and let the water drop on her face like the rain and she kissed it like they did on that day.

Feeling closer to them.

xxx

Bill Adama was sitting in an office, he was the commander of the batltlestar Valkyrie at least for now. They were going to give him a civilian desk job after the complete failure of his last mission.

It was top secret and when it went wrong he would have to take full responsibility. The military had send him on a recon mission to see if there was any possibility for a cylon strike. Their were still people who believed that the cylons never really left after the war and were building a war machine. His precise mission was to escort a stealth recon ship passed the Armisticeline to gather information and see if there was any suspicious activity. He only trusted his best pilot in the stealth ship past the Artimisline, his name was Bulldog and he could outfly most of the pilots at the fleet. Everything went well until there were unknown vessel that jumped in and fired a missile at the stealth ship.

"Stealthstar, Valkyrie. We register you on dradis just passed Armistice"

"Valkyrie, Bulldog. I'm exactly to clicks passed the line, repeat two clicks and I have no interfere on dradis contact. There's nothing here, sir, wich is fine by me. Company wants to play the joy ride they came to the right driver. Hell of a moon." Bulldog said.

"Dradis-contact, unknown vessel just jumped in"

seconds later Bulldogs plane was hit by a missile.

"Frak, Krypter, krypter, krypter, I got damage the port engine. Bird is down, repeat bird is down. Request rescue. krypter, krypter, krypter..."

"Two more dradis-contacts. Please instruct. What are you're orders , sir? Sir, what are you're orders." his communication officer asked.

"Don''t do this, think about it Bill, you don't want to do this," colonel Thigh said. He knew what Bill was going to do.

"Do you want his ship discoverd. Do you now were we are? Do you have any idea what this could mean?" Bill answered.

"bogeys on intercept course, will merge with stealthstar at 20 seconds"

Bill grabbed the phone from the comm's , "weapons, launch ship to ship missile, now."

and the missile was send to kill his best pilot, to prevent that the cylons would find him.

And now he was here, trying to explain that he still could command a battlestar after this last mission. He wasn't made for an office, he was a commander. It was not that his carrier in the military would be over. He would just be transfered and would stay planet side. Hell, he would even earn more then that he earned now. It was that or he would be send to Battlestar Galactica, an old ship that would be decommissioned in a few years. And if he would serve on the Galactica it would be more a graceful way of sending him in retirement. The only bright side at the office job was that he could see both his sons more. He had heard that his eldest son, Lee, was a very talented viper pilot and his younger brother, Zak, was just going to start. But he wanted to keep command on his battlestar Valkyrie.

"I commanded Two Battlestars, three escortes, before it happened." Bill said.

"Come on, Bill. Don't be like that. There's nothing to get upset about. " the man on the other side of the desk said.

"Billions of cubits worth of equipment trusted to me and not to mention a thousand of lifes"

"its one hour of you're life. Look sometimes there things you just gotta do, alright. You just have to do the test after it's done you can go home."

"alright. I'll do it." Bill mutters.

Bill hated the thought that he would have to do a lie detector test, to see if he was trust worthy. He moved to the chair and wires were being attached to him. When everything was set and done they started with the frakking lie detector test.

"is you're name William Adama?"

" yes"

" are you an officer in the colonial fleet?"

"yes"

"are you a cylon"

His eyes looked with venom to the man. Were they really asking if he was a cylon? The one and true enemy, the ones he fought against in the war, seeing kill them thousands of people, the reason that he was here now and yet they had the guts to ask him if he was a cylon.

" I'm sorry, but we're still establishing tests for the control. I need verifiable yes and no's "

"No, I'm not a cylon"

"Have you ever stolen money from a cash drawer,"The man started to repeat the question again when Bill didn't answer. " have you ever stolen..."

"Enough of this crap. Take this thing of me right now. No job is worth this, no matter how fat the pay cheque is. I rather spend the rest of my carrier or what's left of it on a broken down old ship then have someone sit here and question my word" and Bill Adama walked out.