Title: Fragile Pieces

Author: LelaKat

Disclaimers: I don't own these characters, they belong to the people who created the series, and none of them are mine

Notes: This begins around the end of the Season 2 finale starting down on New Caprica, Baltar is Pres for about a a year, etc

References: Just about anything up to the end of season 2 and the start of season 3 might and in some cases will be there, anything beyond that may or may not appear at all as I plan for this to go AU

Anything Else: It's my first time trying out a BSG fan-fiction so anything you have to say would be helpful, especially if you don't think I am representing a character right or if I screw up in a reference to something that happened previously in the show.

Chapter One-

Leoben-

It was almost time. Leoben could feel it with certainty; it was when one of his visions would pass. He had convinced the others it would happen, and though the ones, fours, and fives were doubtful the others had believed in what he had told them. It was comforting, to know his sisters believed him even if his brothers did not. It was the way of things.

He looked at the pieces of the building and the boxes of things to put inside it, the Centurions would piece together the building in half a day or so, creating a place. Originally he had just wanted to make it a place to live, but the Ones demanded if it were to be a place to live, it should hold humans as well. So reluctantly he went back to the drawing board. The top two floors were for cylon use, the others below were for holding humans deemed troublesome.

They were the same for the most part, but one, the one for him, was different. It was the same size as the others, had the same amount of furniture, but the things in it would be different. It wasn't just for him; it was for him and Kara.

The time was soon when the humans who had been lost so long would be found, the refugees and what was left of a once great civilization of humans. It was odd to think of humanity as great, they were cruel, twisted and yet, he loved one of them.

The cylon model pocked through the boxes that were to go to this certain apartment with satisfaction. His plans had everything, there would be running water, hot water, heat and air conditioning, real food which keeping good had been a challenge but few knew that cylons were capable of tending to plants and animals for their tables. Soft blankets, some pillows, a bed for the bedroom, a real home.

Once he had tracked down the blonde woman's former home, her apartment, with the excuse to learn more about humans' habits, and inside saw the mandala, the mandala that would haunt her for days to come. He had flicked through her things and found all kinds of things that he came to believe were important to her. Photographs of someone named Zak, her mother, her father and herself at a young age, Lee and plenty of others, some of which included Boomer, Helo and many others whose faces were hidden from him. He took the Music data of someone who he assumed to be her father. He had also taken some of her clothes for her, maybe the sight of something familiar would comfort her he reasoned.

Looking down at the meager box of things he realized he needed something more to make it her's, to show her it wasn't just for his own fun and games, that he was serious about her. Problem was he didn't know what to get, he had everything for comfort, toothbrush, nice soap that had scents that matched those he had found in her apartment. Good food was already a given, one thing that had to be said about the cylons was that they eat much better than what was left of humanity.

Hearing the clack of heels against the ground of the Basestar he looked up, knowing it had to be one model. Six. Her light blonde hair stood out against the dim lit of the cargo area and she was in a nice dress, the kind Sixes seemed to prefer, something she had gotten to use against Dr. Baltar's womanizing ways to get into the defense programs and come to love. Leoben couldn't imagine Kara coming anything near anything like that.

He waited for Six to speak. She had always liked to speak before the others, and Leoben was one of the few who would humor her, something that had helped her trust him a bit more than some of the other models. She was smiling and the woman he considered his sister had a satisfied expression on her pretty face.

She's pretty, the thought coming to his mind as he regarded her with an expression of interest as to why she was here. But she's not as pretty as Kara Thrace.

"Doral says if what you have seen is accurate we should be there in less than 24 hours." she said happily, she told everyone it was to finally eradicate all of humanity, but in truth he knew why. This six was special, she was Caprica Six, or Caprica as she had come to be called by others. He didn't think she would admit it to anyone, but he thought she missed Dr. Baltar.

"It should be accurate." he said quietly, trying to keep his own doubt out of his voice, what if he was wrong, the Ones, Fours, and Fives would never listen to him again.

As though she sensed his doubt his sister put a hand on his shoulder, a thing she had picked up from humans while getting the Doctor to let her into the defense mainframe. It was a thing of comfort and it was one of the reasons he liked this sister above most of the rest, she knew what to do. "We'll find them, and we'll find her." she told him confidently.

Leoben was not as optimistic, what if they found all the people only to find out she was on the Galatica which would no doubt jump away with it's sister ship the Pegasus? What would he do than? His work would be wasted. He nodded along anyway.

He sunk down to the floor and crossed his legs, lost in thought. He remembered the day as though it was yesterday. He had known she was the one the second he guessed her callsign. He hadn't known it right off the bat, it had been the first sighting he had gotten of the woman, but after, in that spilt second between death and downloading he saw something else. What he saw was the very same vision that kept him up all those nights, wishing it to reality so he could have it.

Kara's hair had reached shoulders and she was holding him, her head resting on his shoulder, seemingly happy to be in his presence. "I love you," the Kara in the vision murmured and closed her eyes while himself in the vision returned her embrace. Leoben clung to any identifying marks, part of the Caprican symbol was etched into her arm, the long hair, her dog-tags returned to her, presumably meaning he was there if Boomer and Caprica were believed when they had last met the human resistance from Caprica.

He of course was Samuel T. Anders and one of the people he presumed would be in the way between him and Kara. Through fate they had met back on Caprica and despite his increased efforts to kill the man before the rescue party showed up, Leoben never caught him. He didn't think Lee Adama would be a problem, he wouldn't leave his precious ship but Sam, Sam was smart he knew that. He had headed a resistance and with some more of humanity's people they would be a problem. Not just because he was close to Kara in the first place but of what Kara might hope he would do to get her back. After all, she had brought back a part of the military for Sam, the least he would do was try to return the favor.

While he contemplated the deeper meaning of what he had seen and it's possible repercussions Caprica Six had reached down and picked up the box of Kara's things. Her lithe fingers, carefully took things out and than folded them back carefully, making the box very neat. He supposed whether you were human or cylon it came with being a woman, that everything was a certain way.

"She has absolutely no taste in clothes." She stated and watched his face flicker. "I mean it Leoben, if she wants to wear it she can but in my opinion no. And this isn't alot of clothes." he watched her bite her lip, another human thing she had seemed to pick up, he didn't remember her doing it before they attacked the humans. "I'd let you borrow some of my stuff for her, but I can't imagine her in anything like this," she tapped her dress with a hand; than she proceeded to smile at him "Can you?"

Her humor was infectious and Leoben returned the smile, "No," he answered the cylon model. He would have gotten more but moths had gotten to her other clothing or it had been ruined or just not in good enough shape. "It's all that could be taken from her home." he said referring to the apartment.

Caprica Six's finger traced across a small painting of the mandala he had seen in so much of Kara's art thinking in the silence, Leoben had never been much of a talker, and Six let him lapse into silence instead of trying to fill in the gaps like the Eights did or tried to dominate the conversations like other models often would.

Leoben didn't know how long they had sat there like that until Six made another suggestion to him. "You could ask the Threes or the Eights if they have anything." Caprica said, and he nodded in agreement which resulted in a rather pleased expression to emerge on Six's face.

Following her out the door he took one last look at the pieces of the building that if all went well would be put up soon. Than as the clack of Six's heels began to fade even farther away he shut the door depositing it into darkness that lurked in the belly of every space faring ship.

Before he and Caprica even reached the next corridor the pair ran into Boomer. The former Galatica pilot who had been used in a botched murder attempt against the now Admiral was visibly excited and ran up to hug him, in one of her fits of high emotion. The Two who called himself Leoben learned early on Eights were very emotional.

"It's just like you said!" She exclaimed visibly excited, a smile stretching across her features, "We found the trace radiation and a planetary system inside the storm just like you said! I'm going to see Chief again!" it was the last part that really made the Eight happy and he knew she would not have said it around the Ones for certain. Leoben did not have the heart to tell Sharon her Chief probably hated her, maybe it was better to let her hang onto a false reality of security.

He and Caprica Six followed her up to the others, visibly excited. Six glanced over at him, her eyes holding his gaze. "We're so close." She whispered to him as they went as quickly as Caprica's heels would allow her until she stripped them off altogether, "Thank the Gods" The woman exclaimed when they came across the others, the copies of their models, and the other five models besides themselves. All nodded except for the Ones which watched everyone else with cool indifference.

Ones had always seemed to feel themselves better than the rest Leoben mused, he wondered why. He vowed to find out.

Kara-

Kara Thrace sat on a chair in a pair of cargo pants and her standard of two tank-tops. In the cot next to the chair lay Sam, who was asleep, sound asleep. Her dark eyes watched him, with a concern to them. She wasn't going to let Sam die, it was just a small sickness supposedly, but she didn't want it to be like Zak. Her mind told her they were two different situations but she was going to keep him alive.

He stirred in his sleep and she smiled, thinking about how lucky she had been. The Lords of Kobol had given her another chance at love, and she had spent the past year or so, the days were hard to keep track of for her, each of them blearing into the next to her, with him, under a blue sky. She knew it wouldn't last but until than, she wanted happiness for as long as she could, her life had been in measures of pain, a small moment of happiness was cherished.

Finally he woke up and she looked at him, his green eyes blinking tiredly. She gently placed a hand on his forehead, using the age old method of taking temperatures and decided he had a temperature that was note-worthy; maybe she should talk to Dr. Cottle just in case.

Sam, having always been able to seemingly read her like a book, opened his eyes a little wider and looked at her, half of the symbol of the Caprica colony from which they both hailed on his upper arm, the other half that was one her own arm. "I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." As if to prove his point he coughed a little bit, revealing he wasn't fine indeed.

She rolled her eyes at him, and looked at him accusingly, already deciding to make him some soup to make him feel better. And than keep him at home for a while and see if he did indeed need a Doctor. She would still feel better if he was seen now instead of later.

If anybody had told her a year ago she would be sitting here, married, and pampering her husband who insisted he wasn't sick as usual, she would have asked what you were taking along with some other rude remark. But now, it was kind of nice to not have to wake up early and do rotations, fly the CAP, dealing with Lee, and Dee who still didn't like her, even when she was married to someone else and her days with Lee were long over.

"I mean it Kara. No Doctors." Sam said sternly and she wondered why he was going to lecture her, he knew she was going to do it anyway, they both did, and it was just a formality.

"If it gets worse..." she trailed off letting him know he had caught a lucky break and went back to what was the kitchen part of their tent until they got around to going to the woods for their house materials. She had it all planned out in her mind, a nice one story structure with separate rooms, and maybe an extra room just in case.

The man leaned back against the blankets with a smirk on his tanned face, happy he had won this round, and she returned to cutting up the beans and meat that was to go into dinner tonight. She had decided on soup, putting some nice herbs in it, in hopes it would help Sam feel a little better.

Pausing mid way over the meat she looked back at Sam, nervous to tell him what had been going on in her head the past couple days. It was probably just a hormonal thing, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. "Hey Sam" She started out hesitantly, looking at him, wondering what he would say.

He picked up immediately it was important, and sat up a little straighter, and looked over at his wife, who was back to cutting meat with a knife that had done it's fair share of cutting more than animal meat.

She bit her lip, slightly nervous, "What do you think about us maybe having a baby?" her dark colored eyes held his green ones and she stopped cutting the meat altogether again and sat down on the cot with him.

Sam looked surprised than his expression turned into a grin "Why don't we start now?" he teased her, going along with the idea, or seeming to at any rate. His expression turned serious and he looked at her slightly puzzled. "I thought you didn't want a kid though," he waved a hand indicating the past and what had made her choose to not have kids.

"I know, but I've been thinking lately, and if I am really like her, well I trust you." Not saying it out loud. That her own mother had not been much of a mother, and the ever present fear she would end up that way.

She put her hand on his "So what do you say?" her shoulder length blonde hair falling into her face as she leaned forward.

The former Pyramid player considered her a moment that stretched forever, before smiling "As long as I get to teach him to play Pyramid." he got out before he coughed again, reminding her about dinner.

She got up and went back to work. "She's still going to kick your ass at it." She decided, teasing him in return about it, happy he was okay with the idea. Kara trusted him with her everything and he would hold her back if she ever needed it.

"Your ass maybe." He trailed off joking with her, and she didn't look up from the meat she was cutting, and swept it into the pot to set over the fire with a flourish. She had eaten worse things in her days.

Dancing back over to where he was, the blonde looked down at the man who was in the cot, as if trying to picture something. Her shoes came off and her bare feet tickled the ground beneath them as she feel into place next to him. Curling up next to him, she asked him "What's her name going to be Sammy?"

"No no, you mean his name." Sam corrected her one hand playing with her blonde hair by her ear twirling it around his finger than untwirling the silky strands, and repeating this process over and over again. His finger traced the outline of her ear, and Kara shifted around, getting more comfortable.

Kara had never told anyone, but she felt like with Sam, she fit, it felt right to her. As though someone had made him for her they fit together perfectly, and even though she had felt this way before, Zak, Lee, now it felt even more special. Now it felt, what was the fairy-tale world? Perfect.

That was how she would describe this moment, perfect, it was just them, together, the smell of dinner began to waft through the air, and she whispered back to Sam, "What are your favorite names than? Boy and Girl." she smiled, conceding him another victory, normally the two went for these small victories like a married couple, but for right now, she wasn't going to waste it.

"Hmm" He whispered in her ear, "You're really going to make me think about that, right now?" He asked her, and she looked at him, his green eyes twinkling causing giggles to rise in her throat.

The lightness in her chest felt strange at first but they had become customary, Kara felt happy for one of the few times in her life. "I am going to make you think about it because if not, you get burned soup."

"Later?" he said teasing her and kissing her on the lips again, before getting serious. "Well, I always had a favorite girl's name, Liana and a boy's name..." he trailed off, as if he wasn't sure about next part of what he was going to say.

"Spit it out Sammy," she said sitting up and looking down at him, the scent of roasted meat, a scent that dinner was almost done reminding her to get up and check on it, and a part of her wanted to say heck with it and stay here with him. But their neighbors would complain as usual and besides, as much as he didn't like admitting it, she knew he needed his strength.

"I just always liked the name Zak" he told her quietly watching her reaction. Her light-hearted expression grew more serious when his name came up, Sam didn't know the entire story, but he knew there was a lot to it, she would have to tell him one day but not now. Not now.

She nodded, the name of Zak Adama had haunted her for a long time, she would never forget the thing she had done out of love that resulted in so much pain. "I like the name Zak too," she whispered before turning to the dinner, a silence having grown but it would not stay for long. It never did.

Spooning soup into the bowl, she wafted some of the heat away and pulled a spoon from a drawer. Returning back over to the cot she sat down and looked at him authoritively one hand on her hip. "Open up." as she held some of the liquid in a spoon

Looking amused he raised his eyebrows at her, "I can feed myself Mom." he informed her quite seriously, the look of mischief in his eyes betraying the fact he was only teasing her. "I am not that sick." he took the bowl from her and spooned the soup as fast as his throat could stand the warm liquid. While he was doing that she spooned her own meal into a bowl and said a prayer, in Thanks for food, the people she had, and the safety, for however long it would last. Kara than proceeded to wolf it down, hungry from working hard at making a water system from the river nearby.

The happy couple sat in silence for a while, neither speaking to the other, just enjoying the other's presence. It should always be this way the Viper pilot thought to herself, just the two of them, in a home of some kind, sipping soup under a twilight sky. Some people thought of their old homes back, a nice house, a time when what to wear would be the biggest priority as opposed to food and water. She didn't want that, to her, she already had her fairytale ending right here.