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Here's Chapter 2. Enjoy! Please R&R.

Chapter 2 - Interlude: Eight Hours Previously

Los Angeles
May 9th, 2009
Eight hours ago...

Kara Thrace had had many unpleasant experiences in her life. Like right now, for example. Granted, she had gone through worse - but nevertheless, her current situation was definitely one she hoped never to repeat.

At that very moment, Kara was lying flat on her stomach on a cold, rough surface. Her body was hurting all over as if it were being pricked by a million tiny needles. She couldn't move an inch. Her muscles simply refused to cooperate. She couldn't see anything. A loud buzzing sound was all that she could hear. And to top it all off, she was completely naked. Kara couldn't remember the last time she had felt this vulnerable.

Then things began to settle down. The buzzing in her ears gradually faded. Her vision slowly returned. The aches in her body eased up little bit by bit. Her legs and arms gradually began to respond again. Slowly and painfully, Kara pulled herself off the ground and took in her surroundings.

She was in the middle of a dark and filthy alley. It was in the dead of night and Kara could hardly see anything despite having regained her vision. The air around her had a foul burning smell to it - no doubt the result of her recent arrival. It was also cold. Extremely cold. Her lack of clothing certainly didn't help matters.

Her breath visible in the frigid air, Kara cautiously walked down the alley shivering like crazy as she did. Bits of garbage were strewn all over the place. One particular item caught her attention - a torn page from a discarded newspaper. Kara knelt down and picked the crinkled page up. A quick scan of the paper yielded what she was looking for: the year it had been printed. It read "2009."

"Frak me," muttered Kara. She tossed the paper aside and stood up again.

"Okay, I'm really here. No body parts lost during the trip," she thought. "Now I need to find some clothes before I freeze to death."

Easier said than done, of course. It wasn't as if there was going to be a shiny red box full of warm clothes waiting for her with the words "For Kara Thrace" painted on it. She was going to have to improvise. And quickly. Her body was fully exposed to the harsh elements, and even someone with her endurance could only last so long under such conditions.

Just then she heard a shout, followed by a scream. Kara tensed and looked around for the source of the noise. She prayed that her arrival hadn't been anticipated. If she had already walked into an ambush, she had nothing to defend herself with except her fists, feet, and teeth. Nothing came out of the shadows, however. There was more screaming and shouting. The commotion seemed to be coming from somewhere farther down the alley.

Trying to be as stealthy as possible, Kara followed the noises down the dark alley. She turned a corner and saw the source of the ruckus. A large angry man was in the process of throttling a frightened young woman who he had pinned against a brick wall. The man was shouting incoherently and the woman was sobbing uncontrollably making it impossible to tell what the hell was going on. After quickly analyzing the situation from a distance, Kara devised a simple plan of action and slowly made her move.

The man was busy yelling and slapping the poor woman who continued wailing like a baby. Neither of them noticed Kara's approach. The man raised his hand to strike again when suddenly it was caught from behind. Before the man could react, Kara brought her elbow crashing down on his arm. There was a sickening, wet snapping sound followed by a howl of agony. The man's cries of pain were cut short by a swift punch to the jaw, followed by another blow to his nose. Blood splattered everywhere. Kara then grabbed the man by the back of the neck and violently shoved him face-first into the brick wall. The man bounced off and fell flat on his back. He didn't get up. Kara was confident he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

Kara grinned victoriously. Splash one! The element of surprise never failed.

The woman had stopped crying now. She just stared silently unable to believe what had just happened. Finally, she managed to start speaking.

"Oh my God!" she stammered. "D-did you kill him?"

"No," Kara calmly said. "Although that notion certainly did come to mind. Are you ok?"

"I-I think... W-who are you?" the frightened woman sputtered. "And why the hell are you naked?"

"Believe me, this was not my idea," Kara responded dryly. She knelt down and began stripping the unconscious man of his clothes.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" demanded the woman.

"Getting dressed. What else would I be doing?" Kara sardonically replied.

"You can't just take his clothes!" the woman protested.

"Why the frak do you care?" Kara sneered.

"He's my boyfriend!" the woman retorted.

Kara rolled her eyes. Even after tens of thousands of years the human race was still dealing with the same shit.

"Look, whoever you are, you can't just leave him like this!" the woman angrily shouted. "He needs an ambulance!" She pulled a cell phone out of her purse and began dialing.

"NO!" Kara snatched the phone out of the woman's hand and hurled it away.

"What the hell, lady? You can't-"

Kara cut her off abruptly. "You-," she snarled dangerously, "-are in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do. So keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get your ass kicked like your boyfriend! Do we have an understanding?"

The terrified woman whimpered and nodded. She stepped back several feet trying to avoid Kara's menacing glare. Even when naked and freezing her ass off, Kara could still maintain a very formidable appearance.

Satisfied she had gotten her point across, Kara resumed her task. Soon Kara was fully clothed, having stripped the unconscious man of everything except his boxers (she hadn't bothered to go there). It wasn't entirely perfect. The man's clothes were several sizes too large forcing her to roll up the sleeves and hems of the sweater and pants several times. The shoes were definitely too big for her, and the man hadn't worn any socks. But it was still better than nothing and one had to make do with what they got in life.

"Ah. That's much better," she said to herself when she was all done. Kara straightened herself out and turned to the cowering woman. She backed her against the wall and marched right up to her until their noses were almost touching. Kara fixed the woman with a cold stare and - for dramatic effect - remained silent for several long seconds.

"Okay, now hear this," Kara finally said breaking the ominous silence, "I was never here. You never saw me. We never had this conversation. I do not exist. Not then. Not now. Not ever. Am I perfectly clear?"

The terrified woman nodded.

Having finished her business here, Kara turned and walked away. She quickly exited the alley and stepped into the middle of a street and beheld Los Angeles in all its glory. Resisting the urge to marvel at the numerous skyscrapers and city lights, Kara instead checked the wristwatch she had stolen from the man in the alley. It read "12:07 AM - Sat. 05/09/09".

"So far so good," she thought. "I'm in the right place at the right time, and I'm clothed. With any luck the rest of this job will go just as smoothly."

Somehow she doubted it though...

A/N2:

Whas'up: This is mostly a Kara-centric fic. It will actually involve more characters from TSCC than BSG. However, several other BSG characters besides Kara will be playing major roles in this fic. There will also be a number of cameo appearances and flashbacks.

scifiaddict: I'm not sure if I'm going to involve Sam that much in this. However, as far as canon goes, a lot of the BSG mythology will play heavily into the TSCC mythology.

blondevor: Yes, part of the reason why I chose to combine these two shows is because Kara Thrace and Sarah Connor share a number of personality traits. But don't expect them to become friends anytime soon. After all, both women have an attitude of "it's my way or the highway." ;)