(Ok well this is a story I've been writing for some time now, and been thinking about for about 2 years, some of my friends who are utter BSG nuts wanted me to change my story so that it would be in a BSG plotline and basically turn into a fic. After a little black mailing I gave it. And this is the result. Have fun!)
She was lying in his rack, the covers pulled up to her waist, cloth over her eyes when she heard a muffled "boom" from outside the door. Two seconds later she heard the hatch to his quarters open. She slowly got up from her recently comfortable position to see who it was, expecting Bill, she found Kara Thrace, holding a gun to her face.
"Move" at first it was barely a whisper. Laura looked to the direction Kara had gestured to, but didn't move.
"MOVE!" flinching at the increase in volume Laura started to move towards the lounge room.
"C'mon"
"Move C'MON" Kara was getting impatient with her slowness.
"Over by the couch, NOW!"
Kara walked over to the hatch, glanced at the marines unconscious outside and closed and locked it, her gun never leaving the President.
"I wanna hate you so much" whispered Kara.
"So much"
"You had a vision, remember? The arrow, the temple. I went down to that planet with you and it was a frakking toaster party. A lot of good people died, remember?"
"Yes I do." Laura whispered. Her mouth not even moving.
Kara continued.
"I trusted you, on a vision, that's it, a vision." Her voice rising and then faltering back to a whisper. "I saw Earth. I saw it with my own eyes, and it's calling me back." He voice once again rising. "We're going the wrong way, why can't you trust me?" She lowered the gun, clearly getting fed up with the whole situation. She armed the pistol, and held it out to Laura. "Shoot me, If you think I'm a cylon then I'm your enemy. Shoot your enemy." Laura flinched at her words. Kara slammed the gun down onto the table to Laura's right. "TAKE IT!" she yelled.
Back to a whisper. "I'm no more a cylon than you are, and you know it."
"I wish I did." said Laura. Speaking for the second time since being taken hostage, considerably calmer.
Kara started again. "I've put my life on the line for this frakkin' ship. I have ate, slept and fought next to the people I love, I have pissed of my friends. I've broken more rules than I've followed. I've frakked up, okay I messed up. But it's all that I have." The gun, still laying on the table. "Those people are my family… and none of us belong here."
"SHOOT ME, IF I'M A CYLON, SHOOT ME." She yelled at Laura.
"They made you perfect didn't they?" replied Laura, picking up the pistol beside her she fired it. One bullet hole in the photo of her and Bill across the room indicated that she had missed, badly.
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Ensign Gaia Matthews walked silently down Galactica's halls. She had been told to report to CIC to help Lieutenant Gaeta with a computer repair. It wasn't that she was smarter than him when it came to technology, just that she had extensive experience in dealing with this sort of problem. A few of the ever so bright nuggets had decided to re-program a lone computer in CIC, making it transmit a different smart ass remark across the screen every minute. How they weren't caught in the act will be forever unknown, but what is known is that they are so gone. The reason that she had experience in sorting this type of thing out was because she had taught the nuggets how to do it, they had no idea how to reverse it so ended up dobbing her in. Now she had to take time out of what little R'n'R she had, to fix it.
As she turned the corner, she saw two marines unconscious on the floor out side of Admiral Adama's quarters. Three seconds later she heard a single shot fired and raced towards the room. She burst in, gun in hand, to see President Roslin holding another pistol at Lieutenant Thrace's head. The bullet had missed and hit a photo hanging on the wall across from them. There were misses and then there were misses, and that bullet was certainly a miss. She is on diloxin treatments, looks like she just got up from bed and isn't wearing her glasses. Those are fair reasons. She thought.
Pointing her gun at Starbuck she said "Down on the ground… sir." Not entirely confident in herself.
Starbuck gave her famous glare and turned back to face the President, ignoring the young ensign.
Ensign Matthews found the opportunity to smack her over the back of the head, knocking her to the ground but not unconscious. She then proceeded to grab her hands and hold them around her back and managed somehow to pin her to the ground.
Minutes later Colonel Tigh, Lt Agathon and a bunch of marines at their heels arrived, shortly after so did Admiral Adama. A kicking and screaming Kara Thrace was then dragged from the Admiral's Quarter's and taken to the brig.
Everyone had cleared out. Realising that she was the only one left besides the Admiral and the President, she went to leave.
"Ensign could you wait a moment?"
She turned and nodded.
The Admiral took a very shaken up President into the other room, she heard him suggest she see Doc Cottle and her declining. Once he returned he stopped dead in front of her and she looked up to meet his gaze.
"Tell me what happened."
She proceeded to explain what she was doing at the time and how she came to be pinning his best pilot to the floor. She thought she may be in trouble, though, he didn't look mad.
"Thank you." Was all he said. "Even though the President had the gun, you may have just saved her life, or at least all the photo frames."
His attempt at humour in such a serious time didn't go unnoticed by her, she smiled, unsure whether or not she should be. She didn't take the Admiral to be a man with a sense of humour.
"Anytime Sir."
At that she snapped to attention, saluted, and left.
(Ok well, i've now re-edited this, i read through it and found some horrible typos and a few sentences that didn't make sense. Anyway, review if you like, I don't mind either way!)
