Siu Nim Tao- Great little idea.

"The best way to become a great writer is to have ideas that benefit your real story. The most fun and original way you can find those ideas is to write fanfiction."

-Author's Maxim

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NOTE: Because no long black bars are allowed for no apparent reason, I'll be using the letter 'i' in italics and underline to use as a breakaway. Thank you.

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Prologue

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There is that silence you cannot stand. It is not a killing silence, no; neither is it a numbing silence. It cannot kill, because silence is the absence of sound (and therefore of a living presence; and it cannot numb. Only a living or superiorly living being could kill; only something that can be felt can numb the body.

No, this silence belonged to a different kind of sense: boredom.

Ever since the last attack—this attack being set a year after their home planet had been nuked—and since they entered the indefinite spaces regions, nothing had happened. No Cylons, no Raiders, no enemy to attack them. No charts to guide them. Some on the ship had already started to say they were so lost that the Cylons themselves couldn't find them.

Cylons were massively intelligent… things. There was no definite recognition of humanity in them, other than they looked like humans. They were machines that the actual humans had created; machines that eventually turned against their masters.

Was it mere fate, chance, or predetermined circumstance that would bring up those horrid attacks on the home planet Caprica? The humans and the Cylons had peace for 40 years after a long war. But that did not seem enough; the Cylons came back and attacked when the entire human race least expected them.

But how could they know? They did not. And so it was that most of the human race had been destroyed.

Most of the human race, that is. Were it not for those men and women aboard the Battlestar Galactica, no human would have had the chance to tell their tales.

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There was that silence. How was it that the Galactica had finally found that silence? Was it chance? Fate? Predetermination? He speculated plenty on this idea of fate, especially in this present situation. Currently, they were lost in uncharted space and had received any kind of Cylon connectivity for two weeks.

Two weeks. No Cylons. Lost in space. Was this good?

Could be…

The old soldier laid down on his bunk, gazing up at the ceiling with visions in his mind. He imagined Cylons attacking just as he closed his eyes, or some 'accident' in the mess hall exploding in everyone's faces and resulting in sabotage. Any moment, Cylon agents could appear and break the ship apart with tyranny, mutiny, and revolt.

Two weeks… no Cylons.

And for two weeks, they had been delving deep into unknown space. Commander William Adama kept thinking something is going to get them in the dark; something. A new danger; a new threat—anything can get them. Why, though? Would the Galactica and all those following, the Colonials, be a threat to others?

Adama hypothesized two theories concerning the well-being of the entire universe (all galaxies, all solar systems, all planets, etc.). One theory, he theorized, said that while his universe was in disarray, everyone else's was perfectly alright or doing well. He just had to get out of his own universe, or redeem it.

His other theory stated that, perhaps with all the Cylons talking about 'God's choice' and all that, maybe other peoples are in the same situation with their own problems. What if an entire race is suffering extinction? Genocide? Adama conceived of every kind of problem that was different to his.

Adama, however, ended up with the hypothesis: that there is no knowing. As unknown as the space he was venturing into happened to be, so were the possibilities of life in that space (or relative spaces). He would simply have to known when he was supposed to know.

But two weeks… No Cylons. Lost in space.

Adama could imagine how everyone else in the colony was thinking.

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In the enlisted quarters of the Galactica, at this hour of sleep, some did not slumber. Some played a game of triad with themselves; others would just sit and think.

Lieutenant. Kara Thrace was meditating on the idea that she was bored. She wore easy clothing for bed, but right now served no purpose. She sat at the edge of her bun just gazing into the wall. She was thinking within her box.

So many days, no Cylons. So many days, no action. Kara felt wasted and bored. She wanted to do some action, but, without any Cylons, she felt wasted. No Cylons to hunt? She was bored.

During those two weeks, Kara tried not to relax too much. A cocky ace-pilot such as herself would not want to relax too much. Two weeks had passed; certainly Cylons or whatever would come after them now. The very thought was what kept her senses up; what kept her true spirit alive.

Kara made it a point to remind herself that she had to remain tough. If she didn't, she could cost everyone's lives. She had to keep aware that something could come. Something could happen.

Two weeks…

She needed a smoke.

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Elsewhere, while working on something that was already fixed, Chief Galen Tyrol was fiddling with a wrench and looking everywhere in the hangar; completely bored out of his mind. The crew was asleep in their racks. Why he was up? Even that thought befuddled him.

Was it the need to check up on this one Raptor he was 'fixing'? The Raptor was perfectly alright. Maybe it was due to the fact that he wanted to make sure it was safe and alright. He knew who flew it.

But even he decided it was out of boredom. He did not want to sleep; he wasn't tired. He was out here for his own good.

He made sure no one else was there. He did not want anyone to get any ideas that their chief was going soft because of his own privacy. That was the last thing Galen wanted; subordinates who questioned his authority. He would stay tough; tough enough to stay as the Chief.

As long as he could make sure the Raptor was alright.

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Elsewhere in the officers' racks, one officer, a drunkard, was at his desk drinking himself to Hack. Colonel Saul Tigh was known to be a wreck when it came to alcohol.

And so MUCH of it, too… so many memories, so many… strains. To see those images, to feel the pressure, made Tigh a very tense man to the point of, as it appears, being a drunkard. He was a good leader; but so many things were hard to deal with. He felt urge to climb into the battle every day; just to hide.

The worse part? Climbing out of the bottle. Yes, climbing out was harder than climbing it. You know why? When he got sober, he would have to deal with the embarrassment of hiding in the first place. It may not seem that way, for a drunkard, but the motives are sensible. Saul Tigh is a strict man in terms of regulations and honor, that, he considered himself a 'littering.'

Then, again, it goes back again. Drinking, 'littering'…

And it didn't help that Saul drank because he was bored.

Two weeks… no Cylons… lost in space…

He needed another drink.

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He could not believe he was out in the halls running. Captain Lee Adama was never on in the night. But, somehow, he found himself doing so.

He was the Commander Aerospace Group. The big cheese. The head honcho.

The commander's son.

Lee and his father, the Commander, always found themselves still a bit distant from one another. Contributive to the fact that both were so alike in many ways, many people could no understand that distance between them.

Lee always did his best to live up to his callsign, 'Apollo'. Apollo was one of the Gods. The God of Hunting. Lee was a great Viper pilot (well, not as great as Kara, but, very good a pilot), and he, well, 'hunted' Cylons. Yet Apollo was also the God of Healing.

Healing? Well, Lee has considered himself a good man, too. He made it a point to live up to honor and regulations, but made a statement on being a human being. He wanted the human race to survive. And by the Lords of Kobol he would do that.

But… it's been two weeks. Nothing has caused a change. No Cylons… Lost in space.

So, Lee ran the halls early, way before everyone else was up. He ran and ran.

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Somewhere behind the Galactica lingered Colonial One. This ship was an important one. It had the President of the Twelve Colonies. It was there to escort her; and it was there to keep her safe with the Galactica.

But personal matters kept her awake. President Laura Roslin was sitting, awake, looking out the window and into space. Everyone else had gone to sleep or to complete maintenance of the ship's well-being.

What about her well-being? She was in pain. She was going to be in pain until she died. Would she live out the rest of her days idly, or treat each day as her last? She was determined to do so. Although she never chose to be President, she owed it to the late President, Adar, to keep the human race alive.

But how could she do that? Two weeks, no trouble. Two weeks, no Cylons.

Two weeks, no great pain. Oh, she knew it would come back to haunt her. She was just glad the pain left her for those long two weeks. She had to deal with a lot back when the Cylons did attack; and now, she could rest for a while.

Yet she could not let go. She still had to say, 'I'm the president, and I still have to lead these people. No matter what, I will uphold the Articles of Colonization with every fiber of my being.' Even in her state, she still had to say that.

Even now, she still had to say that.

Right now, she rested.

She was looking out the window, gazing at all the stars and space clouds drifting and blinking for what seemed like eternity. What pains did they have to endure? What responsibilities do they have to bear? She knew they had none of these. They were just energy and gas. She wished she could just be one thing.

Stars could live for thousands of years. She could only live for so little time.

Two weeks… No Cylons. Lost in space… no pain.

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Everyone who was not asleep or working on maintenance was deep in their own thoughts.

Dr. Gaius Baltar? He was not even on the Galactica, much less the conscious world at this time.

He was there, again. He was there, sitting on his favorite leather chair, in his house, on the lake where he felt little trouble take him by surprise or circumstance, back on the home planet Caprica. To be here right now caused him joy. He was in respite with himself. Gaius was a happy Gaius.

"Does that please you, Gaius?" she spoke.

Gaius smiled seductively. "Oh yes… but, I do wonder."

"What do you wonder, my love?" she asked.

"That… well, I do not hate what you are doing one bit; no, I love it utterly. But, morally and, well, personally, how could any women engage herself in such an oral activity to please her man, and enjoy it?"

His lover, the gorgeous and mysterious Number Six, chuckled as she wiped her lips and sat on his lap.

"I guess it is because we women feel the urge to, you know, do so. Especially when we have such handsome and powerful men, such as yourself."

Gaius did not feel answered. "But that does not sound reasonable, my dear."

"Love has no reasons, Gaius."

"And God? Would He approve?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I ask out of personal curiosity and pleasure, really. I do not doubt God does not mind our love."

"No… He disapproves when two questionable bodies join in sexual fantasy, really. Otherwise… we're in the clear, Gaius."

Gaius kissed Six, and then they kissed some more. They were both avid lovers; the likes of which are very adulterous, yet sacred.

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But to Lieutenant Felix Gaeta, who simply watched Gaius sitting in his chair in the lab on the Galactica hump the air, it was disconcerting.

"Um, Dr. Baltar?" he asked quite evasively.

Gaius almost jumped out his chair.

"Oh God!" he gasped, realizing where he was now. He looked at Gaeta. "What?"

Gaeta, trying to recover from those images of seeing him 'humping' the air, cleared his throat (in an attempt to recover) and stated: "Sir, may I ask what, um—well, can I ask off the record?"

Gaius blinked several times. "Why, of course, Gaeta. Wh-wh-what is it?"

Gaeta started to speak, and then quite nervously noticed Gaius at the hip area. Gaius noticed this in concordance to following Gaeta's gaze, and then quickly crossed his legs.

Gaeta started again, disregarding the rather large 'bulge'. But, then it seemed he started thinking to himself, and then he shook his head at the thought.

"Never mind, sir. I'm sorry for troubling you," Gaeta said, and then turned around to leave the lab.

Gaius just sat silently, nervously waiting for Gaeta to either fully leave or expectantly wait for his dreams to pop back into his head.

But then Gaeta came back.

"Actually, sir, I do want to request of something…" Gaeta started up.

Gaius then listened with open ears, interlocking his fingers and laying them on his lap; to seem attentive and to cover his 'bulge'.

"Yes, Gaeta?"

Gaeta was apparently nervous to ask, though, even in his military posture with his hands behind his back and his head up.

Then, Gaius felt that familiar hand on his shoulder and sensed that seductive voice in his ear.

"What could he ask for, Gaius?" Number Six asked. Unbeknownst to Gaeta, Gaius was haunted by the vision of a woman he once slept with; a woman he discovered to be a Cylon agent. Whether or not it was because of a chip or of his own mental manifestations, Six stayed with Gaius, both helping him and pleasing him.

Gaius heard, but made it look for Gaeta as though he was still listening.

"What is going through this officer's head as you sit there with an erection?" she asks. "Perhaps he is curious about his preference in sex… tsk, tsk, rather sad, really. But, what could he really want? Maybe he's questioning for more than his sexuality."

And Gaeta was still contemplating whether to say what he wanted to say or not.

So Gaius decided to egg him on to do so. "Do you need help with something?"

This seemed to help Gaeta. "Yes, sir, actually, I do need help with something."

"Are you too nervous to ask?"

Six chuckled. "Sex is always nerve wrecking for men who are still probably virgins."

"It's not that I'm nervous, as it is that I might seem odd at asking…" Gaeta seemed distracted by the fact Gaius was still cross-legged and 'bearing himself'.

Gaius sighed. "Gaeta, I know it may seem odd, but…" looking down at himself shortly before looking back at Gaeta. "But I am straight."

Gaeta's eyes widened. "Oh, no, no, no, sir, I wasn't asking at all about, that. Actually, I was wondering if… if you could test me for being human or a Cylon."

This struck Gaius like a bullet. Six laughed.

"Oh, my, my, I guess the boy is really bored," she mused. "Perhaps it is out of boredom over these two weeks?"

Gaius himself grew curious.

"Cylon?" he asked; "why would you want to question if you're a Cylon or not?"

Gaeta could not find a reasonable answer.

Gaius looked at him sensibly. "Bored?"

Gaeta nodded nervously.

"Ahh, I see—"

"But," Gaeta said, breaking his military posture; "It's not that I think I'm not a Human. It just want to know if I am or not. Just…"

"Out of boredom?" Gaius asked.

Gaeta could not bring himself to say so, but it seemed to Gaius that it was so.

Nevertheless, he did it anyway. He got Gaeta's blood and then put the sample through the computer.

BLING, the answer came out GREEN; he was Human alright.

Gaeta was relieved.

"Thank you sir, oh gods, thank you, sir…" Gaeta praised.

Six was standing next to Gaeta, looking at him quite amusedly.

"He's thanking you… for relieving of him. But, is it for the identity, or the entertainment?"

Gaius could not help but think of this as well. And he said nothing, but nodded his head and smiled.

Gaeta nervously chuckled, and then just as nervously headed for the door.

"Oh, uh, Gaeta," said Gaius.

Gaeta stopped just as he was going through the door, looking back at Gaius.

"How do you think everyone is reacting to these two weeks?" Gaius asked.

Gaeta thought for a moment.

"I believe everyone is tired of them, sir. No Cylons, lost in space… we are sitting ducks and we don't seem to be in danger, sir."

Gaius nodded. "Yes, that can be true…"

Six looked at Gaius, waiting for a better response from him.

"But…" Gaius continued. "You must be aware, we are in uncharted space. We may have no reason to believe there is no life out there, but we also have no reason to let our guard down in case there is."

Gaeta nodded. "I agree, sir." He motioned to leave. "Well, g'night, sir." And then left.

Gaius watched as the officer left, and then gazed back at the computer screen. GREEN, GREEN.

Six seated herself on Gaius' lap, wrapping her arms around him and caressing his head. She looked at the screen, and then at Gaius.

"Tell me, Gaius… what are you thinking right now?"

Gaius shrugged. "You should know, should you not?"

"Indulge me, dear."

"I think something is going to happen."

"Oh, now, do you? And what would make you say that, my sweet Gaius?"

"For two weeks, we've had no contact. On top of all, no Cylon contact. Now, either they are looking for us, waiting for us, or leaving us."

"Now… tell me, why would we leave you? We want to destroy you."

"I believe something in this space is waiting for us, and the Cylons are letting us drift to it. Something… different."

"Would it destroy you all?"

"Perhaps."

"Would you destroy it?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Otherwise, we would have had two weeks full of Cylon attacks."