Future Starts Slow

Battlestar Galactica Season 2, "Home" Part Two , The 100 Season 2 "Survival of the Fittest" Major AU for both series. I have seen the first three seasons of BSG but not the fourth, so don't spoil that for me. I have however, seen all of The 100. There will be considerably more spoilers for The 100 than Battlestar.

Also, is this the first BSG/The 100 Crossover?

Roslin, The Adamas, Billy, and Starbuck during the search for the tomb of Athena, find themselves transported through space, landing on Earth. However, before they can return to Kobol, Grounders show up, and arrest them. Taken to the pits to be executed, the group are able to escape where they are rescued by Clarke and Lexa, who have problems of their own – problems that are just about to get a hundred times worse...

Chapter 01: Survival of the Fittest

"Where the hell are we?" Billy asked, glancing at the stars above them. The Tomb of Athena had just been replaced with a field, and they were surrounded by stones – all of them. Billy, Laura Roslin, Adama, his son and Starbuck. They'd traded the safety of a world that they barely knew for a world that they did not know at all. Was this Earth? There were confused glances at each other, as they took a moment to realise where they were.

"I don't know," Roslin said. "Tomb of Athena, maybe?"

"I thought that was the Tomb," Adama senior replied, glancing around the field. Towards the distance, there were trees, and he couldn't help but get the feeling that something was different, out of place almost. Like they were being watched. Starbuck and Apollo seemed to be having the same reactions.

"I think that was the lobby," Starbuck put forward.

"Again, the ancient symbols," stated Roslin. "These patterns... were on the original flags of the 12 colonies back in the days when the colonies were called their ancient names. Aries... Taurus... Gemini... Cancer... Leo... Libra... Virgo."

"The Jewels match the constellations."

It was Starbuck who dared to speak it aloud first. "We're standing on it. We're standing on Earth. The scriptures say that when the thirteenth tribe landed on Earth, they looked up into the heavens and saw the colonies of their brothers."

"Earth is the place where you can look up into the sky and see the constellations of the twelve colonies," Roslin observed, in awe.

"I don't know what good it's gonna do us though," Starbuck said, glancing at her. "Search the entire galaxy for one particular star pattern?"

Lee, who, like the rest, had his eyes now transfixed skyward, noticed something, and pointed in its direction. "There. There in Scorpio. I've seen that before. It's the lagoon nebula."

"Astro Body M8," Adama observed. "That's a long way from here."

"Yeah, but at least now we have a map and a direction," Roslin said, feeling slightly more confident. However, before she could say anything more, a spear was flung through the ground, landing next to them.

"What the frakk?" Starbuck exclaimed, his eyes darting into the abyss.

"We're not alone," Adama said, slowly, before barking. "Get to cover!"

Starbuck was instantly the first one to react, as she moved behind the nearest stone, pulling Lee with her. Adama and Roslin went to the one next to them, and Billy stood behind the third, sheltered almost. "That isn't a Cylon weapon," observed Lee, reaching for his gun, and returning a few shots into the darkness.

"No," warned Starbuck. "We don't know how many of them are there."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Roslin said, realising something. "We were supposed to go straight back. Something's wrong here."

"Yeah, well try telling that to these guys," said Starbuck, holding her fire on her weapon. The enemy hadn't made themselves known yet, and they had no way of knowing whether they were human or Cylon. As they were apparently on Earth, they all hoped that it was the former. Humans could be reasoned with, bartered with.

"What do we do?" Lee asked, glancing around. "How do we go back to Kobol?"

"Frakk if I know," Starbuck said, thinking that she saw a shadow move across the trees in front of them and returned her fire. "Don't they know that we're humans?"

"I don't think it matters," Billy called to them. He was on their left, with Roslin and Adama on the right. A few more spears were thrown in their direction, on fire, lighting up their location. "These aren't like anybody that we've seen before."

"Is this the thirteenth tribe?" Lee asked, what everybody was thinking.

"I most certainly hope not," Laura added, "However, for now, I suggest we surrender."

"What?" Starbuck asked, glancing at Laura. "They're gonna kill us!"

"She's got a point," Adama admitted. "If they were going to kill us their strikes would have been more precise. I get the feeling that they want to know who we are as much as we want to know who they are. Weapons down. That's an order."

"Yes sir," Starbuck grimaced reluctantly, kissing her gun before throwing it down onto the floor in clear sight of the spectators. Lee threw his straight down, copying her. Billy was unarmed in the first place, and it seemed to be that the attackers were getting the gist that they were surrendering. "Here goes nothing," Starbuck commented, following Roslin out of her own cover and into the abyss.

"My name is President Laura Roslin of the Twelve Colonies," she said, speaking into the abyss, aware that she was being heard. "I was wondering if I would be hold negotiations with your Leader. I am sure we can come to some arrangement that does not involve bloodshed."

There were a few moments before a response, in a foreign, unfamiliar language. A jolt of pain pierced all of them, almost simultaneously, and they dropped to the floor one by one, falling into unconsciousness.

The Grounders approached once they had made sure that they were all no longer moving.

ELSEWHERE

"Urgh, my head," grimaced Starbuck, being the first to open. Her hands were bound by rope, and she seemed to be in a cell of some sort, only this was far different back to her brief time as a captive on Caprica. "Where the frakk are we?"

"So much for peaceful negotiations," said a familiar voice, and she turned to see Lee, also bound by rope. He was almost laughing at their predicament, "We don't even know who the frakk these people are. They could be aliens for all we know."

"Yeah, aliens," Starbuck said, glancing around. "Hey, where's everybody else?"

"Not a clue," Lee replied, "Maybe they thought that we weren't in command so strung us up as hostages. Either way, you've got admit, these ropes are pretty damn good."

"Hell of a welcoming party, ain't it?" Kara glanced towards the door. "So wanna bet? Aliens, humans or Cylons?"

"Humans," said a voice, from the door, and Kara turned to see a blonde, young teenager, with a rugged jacket, approach the door. It didn't take much effort to break the door down, and had come armed with a knife. "My name's Clarke."

"Starbuck, Apollo," said Kara, their names instantly coming to mind. "How the hell do we speak the same language?"

"Well, we're all from Earth, aren't we?" Clarke asked, raising an eyebrow. Kara glanced at Lee. She didn't know. "Now we got to move. The Grounders trapped you in a pauna pit and... We're being hunted."

"What's a pauna?"

"You'll find out," Clarke said, quickly slitting the ropes, freeing Lee first, and then Starbuck. "Lexa! I've found two prisoners!"

"Wait, you haven't seen anybody else, have you?" Starbuck asked, glancing at Clarke. "The President and Adama?"

"I don't know who you're talking about, sorry," Clarke said, as a brown-haired woman approached them, looking roughly the same age as her, only more feral, complete with eye makeup. "Lexa, these two are Starbuck and Apollo."

"We need to move," the one addressed as Lexa said, as a loud roar shook the air.

"What the frakk was that?" Kara exclaimed, somewhat worried, almost, and then, seeing that her weapon was left on the floor, picked it up. "Huh. Guess the people who left us here might be stupid after all. Who leaves their weapons in the same room as their captors?"

"Move," instructed Lexa, dragging Starbuck out of the cell, leading them out onto the grass terrain. "You were meant to be used as sport for the Pauna. However, it killed your captors before we could get here. We were able to distract it, but that door won't last long. That's why your weapons are here."

"Pauna, huh," Lee said, grabbing his own weapon. "Name's Lee, by the way. Apollo is just a nickname. Call me either."

"Kara," added Starbuck, leaving the cell, glancing in the direction of where they'd come. She saw behind her, whatever the Pauna was, smashing into the door, and it was clear just by looking at it would not last long.

MT. WEATHER

Laura Roslin awoke, her eyes flashing wide open. "Billy?"

"Right here, Madam President," Billy replied, waking up. He had a bruised eye, and his suit was bloodier than before. "Soldiers, human, well armed, by the looks of things, ambushed the patrol that we were taking back on the way to camp. We got split up from Starbuck's and Apollo's group, I don't know where they are or even if the soldiers rescued them as well."

"Where do you think we are? Some kind of research facility? Hospital?"

"I honestly don't know," Billy admitted, just as scared as she was. "I honestly don't know."

"And Adama?"

Billy's lack of response told her everything that she needed to know.