The Scars of War
Author's Note: This is my first Battlestar Galactica fic, but I hope you guys like it. I want this to be a multi chapter story; however, if I don't get enough reviews, I may not continue it. Please review and tell my if you like it or you think I should change something.
Disclaimer & Warning: I do not own Battlestar Galactica, or any of its characters. This does take place during the occupation of New Caprica and will feature torture and rape (maybe not in this chapter, but in others to come). This is not a story for children, and should be avoided by those that are offended by these types of themes.
Summary: President Roslin is stronger than most people think, and when it can to the Cylon occupation on New Caprica, she made sure they knew she wouldn't break. That does not go over well when the cylons decide that they want her to talk.
5 Days
5 days. 5 days ago, New Caprica was invaded by the cylons. 5 days ago, the Galactica and Pegasus left us. 5 days ago, Gaius Baltar surrendered and let the cylons take complete control. 5 days ago, people started disappearing. 5 days ago, I was going to invite Bill down. 5 days ago, I was taken by the cylons.
They keep the cells blindingly bright, which makes it nearly impossible to see who enters without letting your eyes adjust. I am fed, but I cannot say the same for any other prisoners they might be holding. I was loaded into the back of a truck and brought to the detention center with about 14 other people. We were all unloaded and escorted to cells, but the cells went on forever, and I do not know how many of them are occupied. As I sit with my back to the door and my hands over my eyes, I realize how much I miss my chair, my position, my home…Bill. I cannot help but let my thoughts wander to our night under the stars of New Caprica. We had laid there for hours just embracing each other and we stayed like that into the early hours of the morning.
I can hear footsteps approaching the cell, and I can only pray to the Gods of Kobol that I might find Bill's embrace again. I can hear the handle turn and the door creek open, but I cannot see through the blinding light. I hear the scrape of a chair and then I feel a hand on my shoulder guiding my upwards and towards it. As I look up, I can see one of the D'Anna models in front of me, and I can feel another cylon behind me. Judging by the strength and ease I was lifted, I am assuming one of the male models is behind me.
D'Anna clears her throat and gestures towards me with an outstretched hand, which I quickly realize is holding my glasses. I instantly take them and place them on my nose and everything suddenly comes into focus. I look D'Anna directly in the eye and can only see determination. Whatever she wants, she is prepared to take it no matter what, but I know the same determination is reflected back in my own eyes. I have already helped to form the beginnings of a group of rebels before I was taken, and I will fight these machines even if it takes my every breath.
"We want you to tell us everything you know about Earth," D'Anna spoke.
She had started to pace as she talked; however, when she said "Earth" she stopped to stare at me. I refused to answer and glared back at her. I was not going to give them anything they wanted, even if that meant spending the rest of my life in this cell. I remained silent as she came closer to me and I am barely able to suppress the chill that wants to crawl its way down my spine. I can feel the breath of the male cylon brush against my neck.
"You might want to answer me," D'Anna spoke again, "because if he takes over, you are going to want to talk to make him stop."
I can feel him hands begin to move from my shoulders down my arms, coming to a stop at my elbows. Slowly, his hands travel from my elbows to my stomach and then they stop at the curve of my breasts. My stomach turns as I realize what his method of extraction would be if I did not talk, but I will not become a traitor like Baltar just to spare my dignity. I may not be the President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol anymore, but I will protect these people as if I were still their leader. I clench my jaw and stare back at D'Anna with defiance fueling the fire behind my eyes.
"We will give you some time to think about your answer, after all, we have all the time in the world," D'Anna spoke as she turned towards the door, "but remember that this is your chance to answer on your own accord. I am sure that Leoben will be more than willing to help you with your answer."
As D'Anna walked out of the cell, the cylon behind me, who was probably Leoben, lifted me from the chair. He had put his hands under my arms to pick me up and lead me to my corner. I wait for him to let me go and follow D'Anna out, but he lingers behind me and I can do nothing but stay still. His left hand moves down and across my stomach, securing me to him, while his right hand travels to my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck and then my hair is swept to the side as fingers brush against my neck. The tenderness with which he is touching me brings back memories of Bill. He would do the same thing when he would sneak into the school after a long day. After all of the children had left, he would quietly enter the tent while I was cleaning up and snake his arms around my waist , kissing my neck as he tightened his grip around me.
"Are you thinking of him?" Leoben's voice rung in my ears as he spoke.
I could only gasp as he tightened his arm around me and forced the breath from my lungs.
"Did you really think that we wouldn't find out?" Leoben's hands dug into my sides as he continued to speak, "Baltar told us all about how friendly the two of you have become, and he said there was a particular development in your relationship during the Groundbreaking Ceremony. Not to mention the sounds he would hear coming from your tent every time the Admiral would come to visit…We know everything about you Laura, and we will break you."
I felt his arms tighten even further before he abruptly dropped me to the ground. He ripped my glasses from my face and headed towards the exit with the chair dragging behind him. The cell door slams shut and I can only sit and hope that I can catch the breath that he had robbed me of earlier. I am shaking now, and I know it has everything to do with the fact that they know about Bill. I thought we had been careful, but we were enjoying the freedom of my new job. Although Baltar was an incompetent ass when it came to the presidency, he still allowed me to start the relationship my position had previously denied. When Bill comes back, I do not care if I am the President or not, I will make sure he knows how much I love him.
Love, something I haven't let myself feel since my family died. I smile as I think of my sisters and their baby shower, and then I think of my father. He was a great man who always came through in the end, especially when my mother died. We had our problem when she was diagnosed and even more so when she began her Diloxin treatments. It was heart wrenching to watch her grow increasingly weaker as death strengthened its hold on her frail frame. She was strong until the very end, and when I broke, my father and sisters helped to put me back together.
There is a sudden crashing noise in the hallway, and I leave my thoughts to listen for anything else. I think I can hear Coronel Tigh's voice, but then there is only silence, so I brush it off as my imagination.
