Title: Déjá Vu

Author: GEM

Date written: 4/5/07

Rated: T

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Story Timeline: Season 3

Category: Drama/Romance/Angst

Warnings: Tissues may be needed

Characters: Roslin/Adama

Summary: If the prophecies are true—All of this has happened before and all of it will happen again

Spoiler: Season 1 and 2, Season 3-- Maelstrom, Crossroads I and II

Chapter 3

Lee was in a state of shock as he walked to CIC to meet his father. Kara was walking next to him with Marines around her. If this was really her, she was alive. If she was telling the truth she had been to Earth and knew the way their journey was closer to its end. If she was telling the truth, he could wait to talk to his father. He had to be careful around Kara. He had to not get his hopes too high. This could all be a trick. Lee shook his head. It could be a trick but it felt too real. Kara's banter on the flight deck was like the good old times. She was living and breathing and entering CIC with an escort, all right with him. When the hatch to the Combat Information Center opened Lee experienced a strange sense of Déjà vu. The only differences were that he was not in handcuffs and the President was standing next to his father with a smile on her face. Lee stopped in front of them both stood to attention and saluted. "Admiral. Madame President."

"As you were. It was good to have you back out there Major. I hope to make it a permanent assignment now that your other duties are concluded. If you will agree."

"If you would allow me sir it would be an honor to resume my duties in an official capacity."

"I will speak with you later about the arrangements. It's good to have you back son." Adama smiled and broke the protocol patting his son on the shoulder.

Laura smiled back at her Captain…now Major Apollo. "Good to have you back with us Captain Apollo."

It was nice to see father and son talking and coming to an agreement. Even though Lee's actions in court still stung at her core. She couldn't stay mad at him forever. He may be a Major by rank…but he will always be her Captain Apollo.

Laura watched as Bill cautiously approached Kara Thrace, much like he did when they met of Kobol over a year ago.

"Kara." It certainly appeared to be the surrogate daughter he had recently lost, except she was living, breathing and standing in front of him. The CIC was speechless and silent many of those on duty didn't know what to make of the recent turn of events.

Kara had a difficult time containing her emotions. "Hi."

Adama stepped forward and brushed a stray piece of hair from her face. "It is really you."

"Yeah, it's really me."

"She has to be a cylon." Colonel Saul Tigh's voice broke the mysticism that had fallen over the CIC. Tigh moved toward Adama with a hand behind his back.

Kara was quick on the uptake and tried to defuse the situation. "I know what you must think. I know you think I am a cylon but I'm not."

Tigh was coming even closer to Adama and Starbuck. A dark glint was laden in his eyes.

"Saul calm down." Adama faced his oldest and dearest friend with arm outstretched.

"I will not calm down, get away from her. She is a cylon." Adama did not move. He stood in front of Kara and stared down at his friend.

"I've been to Earth…" Kara was frantically trying to find something to turn the situation around. "I'm going to take us there."

"No it's a cylon trap. Can't you see?" Tigh turned around to Laura, Lee, Dee, Helo and then back to Bill. "She's playing you for a fool Bill. Just like Athena."

Bill had to stop this madness. He took a small step towards Saul but before he could reach him. He saw his friend point a gun at his chest; the sound of blood began rushing in his ears. He had been in this place before. The weapon discharged twice, hitting him twice in the chest at point blank range. William Adama was propelled backward onto the plot table. Everything was happening in slow motion around him. Lee was screaming "No!!!!!!!" As he ran to catch his father's falling body, as he did those years before. Marines tackled Tigh to the ground.

Dee came down and took hold of his limp and tightly begging and pleading with the gods to save him once again not worrying about the tears visibly falling from her eyes. Laura was quick to act jumping in as fast as she could to put pressure on his porously bleeding wounds. Her actions seemed futile as she looked down at the glass table he was laying on the blood was running over the sides. Laura had blood on her suit and her hands and arms were covered as well. She could feel the blood rushing out of his body. She was numb… "Oh, gods, Bill Please don't do this. Please don't leave me…don't leave me." Tears began to follow from her eyes. She did the only thing she could she pressed down on his chest as hard as she could praying she could slow the bleeding until Doctor Cottle and his team arrived. She pressed down and cried over is bleeding form.

Lee was crying as well begging and pleading with his father to hang on. Lee pleaded in a little voice that reminded Laura so much of her younger students on New Caprica. "Dad, hang on, just hang on Dad. Come on just hang on." He looked up and met Laura's eyes. Lee could see the helplessness in her eyes and she could see the same look in his also mixed in with fear.

The Marines held down the Colonel as long as they could and the Helo ordered him to be removed from the deck. He was drug away yelling. "It wasn't me. He is my best friend. It wasn't me."

"Someone get Doc Cottle!!!!!!!!!!! Please!!! Hold on DAD Please HOLD ON!!!!!!!!"

Kara stood by helplessly and watched she too had a detachment of Marines around her. She stood frozen. She wasn't there to see this happen the first time. She had gone off to Caprica to find the arrow but now she just stood and watched she couldn't do anything to help. She finally gave into her feeling. "You heard him. SOMEONE GET COTTLE, RIGHT FRAKING NOW!!!!"

Kara moved from her spot and began helping Laura apply pressure to his wounds. It was obvious to Kara that Laura was having a difficult time keeping her emotions in line and keeping sustained pressure on the wounds. The blood was now spreading over the plot table and in places beginning to drip on the deck. The old man's face was ashen and Kara was beginning to feel sick.

"Hang on Old Man. I didn't come all the way back to watch you die."