I do not own Battlestar Galactica
The drifting sensation flowed like the waves at a beach. The black faded slowly to grey before darkening again. Sounds were muffled, increasing and decreasing in volume. She tried to call out, the sound coming through a thick fog. A voice echoed, asking her to wake. Struggling to get through the fog, the first sight she saw was the most startling blue eyes set in a handsome chiselled face framed with short dark brown hair.
"Hello," his soft voice floated over her, "I'm Captain Lee Adama, you're safe."
His face was gentle and sincere as he carried her across the flight deck.
"Hmm, safe," she smiled gently, "I am Lt Kameron O'Neill."
Lee watched as her blue eyes fluttered shut. Soft wavy brown hair flowed over his arm like a waterfall. Her eyes were a paler shade of blue compared to his own and her soft pale skin contrasted perfectly with her rosy lips. She was small and slender and her legs seemed to go on forever. Dressed in military fatigue pants and a tight yet singed singlet top the lieutenant did not seem very military.
"So what is the girl's name?" Starbuck bounced up next to him.
"Lt Kameron O'Neill," he replied quietly. Starbuck looked at the girl in his arms.
"She is a real cutie," she smirked.
Lee chuckled lowly before walking into the medical bay.
Kameron woke up slowly, her eyes blinking in the bright light. Shifting, she groaned loudly, her side on fire. Arms wrapped around her and she became aware of a hard warm chest against her back. Turning her head her eyes were captivated by a pair of familiar dark blue eyes.
"Hi," he whispered gently.
"Hello." She looked at him shyly.
"Feeling better?" his low voice rumbled against her back.
"My side feels on fire," she said huskily. His breath puffed warmly against her cheek his muscular corded arms wrapped securely around her body. Kameron could not remember the last time she was in a man's arms.
"Um," she bit her bottom lip, "I think I should talk to the commander, I have important information."
Lee looked at her softly. He could tell she was affected by him as he was by her and despite the attraction, he knew it was too soon to act upon it.
"I'll see what I can do," he murmured, placing her gently back on the bed.
He winked at her and left the room, making his way up to the CIC.
"How is our mystery pilot?" Commander Adama asked.
"She is awake and asking for you, sir. She says she has important information for you," he reported.
Commander Adama looked at him before nodding, leaving his pad on a computer station. Indicating Lee to follow, the commander made his way down to the infirmary. She was sitting up, staring at her hands. Face pensive, she looked up at the commander with a wary eye.
"Hello, Lt," Commander Adama smiled, "Glad to see you awake. When we found your ship, it was leaking oxygen at an alarming rate, we were lucky to have found you. The cylon raider came out of nowhere and managed to breach your hull," Kameron continued to look at him, "we found you with a pipe in your side."
"Yes, I remember. I was trying to get to the flight deck and get my plane," she replied.
"The Viper, yes. That is now in our hanger. Chief is fixing up the light damage that it sustained. Now you said you have important information for me," The commander looked at her patiently.
"The Cylons, they have taken human form," she coughed, "There was a reporter, but there were two of him," he looked at her blankly, "Sir, you must believe me."
Kameron glanced over at Lee, her eyes pleading. He glanced at his father. It was a long shot, but it did explain how they managed to get into the colonial mainframe and take down the fleet. However, this was on his father's shoulders.
"Well, this does explain a few things. However, you do realise how much of a problem this poses for the fleet?" She nodded, "I'll talk to the president. I don't want you to talk to anyone else about this."
"Hi I'm Starbuck," A voice said from the curtain.
"Um, Kameron," she smiled at the blonde-haired woman.
"So, what is your call sign?" she moved to sit at the bed.
"Nighteyes," Kameron replied.
Starbuck nodded, interested.
"Cool call sign. Captain Adama, the person who brought you here, he is known as Apollo." She seemed to be rather tough and perky. Not to mention very curious.
"So what is the deal? You find out a bit about me and tell the rest of the crew?" Kameron asked a little defensive. Starbuck was taken back.
"What the frak are you on about?" she asked aggressively.
Kameron flinched and leaned back into the bed.
"I am sorry. I... I'm more of a loner, not used to being talked to," she whispered, looking at her hands.
"It's fine, just don't do it again," Starbuck said cheerfully, her eyes hard. Kameron ducked her head, feeling ashamed. It probably was not the wisest thing to do, alienating oneself.
"Listen, Starbuck, on my old ship it was everyone for themselves. The chances of getting a promotion were low and it was fierce competition. I do not mean to treat you with distrust, it is just a defence mechanism."
Starbuck looked at her for a while before nodding. "Dr Cotti says that once you feel better, you can be released for duty. We need all the pilots we can get." Starbuck turned and walked out of the infirmary.