Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica and I don't want to. I have not and will not make any money off this story. Basically what I'm trying to do is rectify an egregious sin committed by the show's writers. I mean, you don't kill off the hottest character in a series… that's just plain rude.
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Chapter 1:
"Bella, what's that noise?" Kaylee Carter yelled from the living room.
"I was going to ask you that!" Bella Sullivan tried to shout back as she sprang from her desk chair, but the intensifying roar from… something… overhead drowned out her voice. She raced out of the office, her long brown hair streaming behind her, and nearly crashed into her blonde roommate and business partner in the hallway.
CRASH! CRRRAAAACK! Tinkle tinkle plink.
Silence.
Bella and Kaylee stared at each other, eyes wide.
"What the hell?" Kaylee whispered. Her normally pale face was now a sickly white.
"I don't know." Bella frowned. "But it was in the backyard!" she suddenly shouted. She turned and raced down the hall and into the kitchen, with Kaylee following hard on her heels. They skidded to a halt at the kitchen window, and Bella shoved the yellow-and-white checkered curtain aside.
"No way," she whispered. She flung open the kitchen door and raced outside and down the back steps. Kaylee crashed into Bella as she abruptly stopped, arms pin-wheeling, to avoid stepping into an ankle-deep ocean of ice shards.
The ocean at the edge of the kitchen stairs flowed upward into the mountain of shattered ice that protruded from a newly-formed crater in the middle of the yard. Overhead, the sky was blue and there was not a cloud to be seen.
"It does not rain ice in Florida in July," Kaylee stated flatly.
Bella shook her head. "No. It doesn't." She scanned the ice mountain. Her brown eyes narrowed. A corner of something gray protruded from the ice. "What's that?"
Kaylee followed her gaze. "What's what?"
"That. It looks like wood." Ignoring the cold on her flip-flopped feet, Bella waded into the ice. She crouched down and took a closer look. It was wood, all right. Shaped into a perfect corner, and painted gray. She shoved a tanned hand into the cold mass on top of the object, and an avalanche of rapidly melting ice cascaded to the ground around her. A couple more emphatic swings completely exposed the object.
It was a gray wooden box about six feet long and about three feet wide at its wider end. Its lid was nailed shut.
"Holy shit," Bella whispered. "It's a fucking coffin!"