Author Notes:
This story is set at the end of Season 3. It's set right after Baltar is found not guilty.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. BSG belongs to the writers, producers, actors. It's just for entertainment.
'We find Gaius Baltar not guilty!'
What? Noooooooo! This can't be happening. This isn't possible. Only it was...
I heard people yelling how outrageous this was, people thanking the Gods. At them I wanted to scream. Scream at that how stupid they were. This was Baltar. The man responsible for the fact that we lost 2,548 people on that disaster of New Caprica. That he signed a dead list with my frakking name on it. He's the one who gave his OK for building detention centers. People were tortured because of him.
Of course I didn't say any of these things.
I just knew that I had to get out of here, I couldn't breathe!
'Tory', I whispered, 'We're leaving immediately.', while rising from my seat. Before we left I looked one final time at Lee, or should I say Mr. Adama.
Lee, my Captain Apollo.
The man I considered and loved like a son betrayed me in the most cruel way. Not by making my cancer public knowledge, no I knew that sooner or later it would come out, but by not trusting me or Bill.
Especially Bill, my Gods, I saw the pain in his eyes when Lee asked me why I was taking chamalla again. At that moment I hated Lee for hurting his father like that, for hurting everyone who suffered on New Caprica.
Don't get me wrong I still love him like a son, because that's what mothers do don't they? Love their children unconditionally?
But at that moment I just couldn't sympathize with him. In those precious seconds our gazes locked he could see all of my pain, despair, disappointment and anger.
I was just too tired of hiding them all the time and I wanted to show him what exactly he had done.
What he had destroyed.
While leaving the room I knew that this wasn't the end.
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I'm planning on making a sequel on this drabble but when I have no idea.
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