Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica or any of its characters, if I did Kara wouldn't have gone POOF and Starbuck and Apollo would have walked off into the sunset together.
Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction story so please review and let me know what you think! I've had this plot bunny stuck in my head for awhile and I had to get it out on paper for everyone to see. It'll be a little slow at the beginning but I wanted to give Allison and Kacey a back story before I add in Kara and Lee. Eventually it will be about Kara raising Allison and Kacey after the events on New Caprica.
Journal Entry 5 (9 day after the end of the worlds)
Mom's working again; I think she's trying to keep her mind off dad and everything that's happened. It's still hard to grasp that we've lost everything and that everyone we know and love are gone. Every time I close my eyes I can't help but wonder about everyone back home. How did they die? Was it quick, or did the cylons go door to door and kill every last human? A small part of me wonders if everyone is dead or are we condemning millions of people to die because we left them at the mercy of our enemy. My mom tells me not to think about it, she says I should concentrate on the future but it's hard not to. I can't just forget about the life I've always known and the people I grew up with.
While my dreams have been filled with nightmares of terrifying cylons, we've been lucky enough to have escaped them at least for the time being, but that doesn't mean that anyone in the fleet has let down their guard, everyone has been staying on alert, waiting. I look at Kacey and she's the same happy baby that she was ten days ago, before dad, and before the end of the worlds.
That's what everyone's calling it, the end of the worlds... Mom wants me to be positive but I can tell that she's afraid. She's afraid of the unknown, we used to have control over our lives, plans for tomorrow, and the future but we don't have that anymore. Sometimes when I look at Kacey, her shinny golden curls and cherub cheeks I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, there might be a future out there. We might find Earth.
Journal Entry 6 (11 days after the end of the worlds)
Sometimes it's hard to stay positive when everything keeps going wrong. For the last few days all I've been able to think about is Earth, about finding a new home where everything is real, so that we can start over. We could start afresh, our sins forgiven, like when Kacey was baptized and all of her sins were washed away, not that an infant has committed any sins. Now I'm not sure if we'll make it to Earth or anywhere that'll put solid ground beneath our feet.
Yesterday was like any other in our new life, mom was working, and I was watching Kacey when we learned that Galactica was sabotaged. The Virgon Express was receiving its water supply from the Galactica when explosions rocked Galactica and sixty percent of our water reserves were lost out into open space. The news shook the fleet, a lot of people are dependent on that water and if we don't find another supply soon we'll be in a lot of trouble.
Journal Entry 7 (13 days after the end of the worlds)
Galactica found another source for water, but nothing seems to come easily anymore. It seems that finding the water source was going to be a lot easier then retrieving it.
I heard a few men in the dining hall the other night talking about a prisoner uprising aboard the Astral Queen led by Tom Zarak. In history class we learned that he was sentenced to over twenty years in prison for terrorism against the colonies, causing the death of many lives, and destruction of a government building. I know we're desperate for the water, but is it a good idea to let that man, along with many others free among the fleet after the crimes they committed.
Sometimes I wonder why I take the time to write in this journal anymore... I mean what's the point? It's not like Mrs. Dornamn is going to come back from the grave and haunt me until I complete it.
Journal Entry 8 (14 days after the end of the worlds)
I spent hours last night thinking about what I said in my last entry. No one's left to hold me accountable for completing this journal, but what about Kacey? What about dad, and all the people that died on the colonies? Don't they deserve to be remembered when this is all over? What about all of the people that are dying every day so that we have a chance to go and find a new life; find Earth? I'll continue my story in honor of the billions that have lost their lives in the colonies and for those who fight everyday to give us a future, heroes like my dad, heroes like Starbuck.
When Kacey and I went to the dining hall to meet up with mom for lunch I listened to the reporters giving their daily updates over the wireless. Earlier today, a Lieutenant Kara Thrace single handedly took out eight raiders but soon disappeared. All military units have been shifted to aid in the search and rescue of Starbuck which has many worried about the ever depleting quantities of fuel and supplies.
I hope that they find Lieutenant Thrace. If we have any hope at getting to Earth we'll need pilots like her to get us there and keep us safe from the constant cylon threat.
Journal Entry 9 (16 days after the end of the worlds)
Kacey and I spent the afternoon in the garden today celebrating the return of Lieutenant Thrace. I know very little about Starbuck except what the radio has said and comments from those around me, but I'm glad that for once something good has happened. At this point we have less than fifty thousand souls and only a few good pilots to defend us from the cylons.
We spent the afternoon in the sun laid out on a blanket. For now this is the only sun and grass that I can experience and I wanted to share it with my baby sister who will hopefully one day be able to truly experience the real thing for herself on Earth. After lazing in the sun a bit, we put together a bouquet of flower to surprise mom when she got off work. I collected the flowers while Kacey made baby noises as she laid in her portable car seat.
Journal Entry 10 (17 days after the end of the worlds)
Mom cried when she found the flowers Kacey and I got her. She crushed me to her side and held Kacey through the night. Sometimes I forget how hard this is for mom, and how worried she is everyday that she'll loose her daughters like she lost her husband.
I try not to think about what would happen if Kacey and I lost mom. She's my rock and the thought of losing her, the thought of being alone makes it difficult to breathe. It's better if I don't think about it.
Journal Entry 11 (18 days after the end of the worlds)
There was a suicide bomber on the Galactica yesterday that killed three people and almost cost Commander Adama his life, which shocked the fleet. This morning President Roslin gave a press conference with even more startling news. There are cylons that look just like us, they look and act like humans. There are two known models, males that have been discovered in the fleet, but there might be more among us.
The news has sparked mass panic among the fleet, my mom among them. She was terrified to learn about the humanoid cylons and said that Kacey and I are no longer allowed to travel alone which I think is stupid. I get that it's scary and we don't know who they are, but what would cylons want with two girls? I mean, Kacey can barely roll over let alone talk yet and I'm just a fourteen year old girl with absolutely nothing to do.
Is it sad that I actually miss school? I miss my friends, some of which were like sisters and I feel like there's no one to talk to anymore. I tell Kacey almost everything, but she doesn't understand anything that I tell her and I'm afraid that anything I tell my mom will just worry her and make her more upset then she already is. She's barely hanging on by a thread.
I love my sister with all my heart, but it's hard spending every waking moment with her. Occasionally I need time to myself to think and worry like everyone else, and when I'm with Kacey I have to be the strong one to make her feel safe and make sure she's loved. But most of all, and I'll never tell my mother this, I miss my science classes. I've always had a passion for science and medicine, and now more than ever I feel like it's needed. How many trained physicians do we have aboard the fleet? I've heard stories about people dying over the first few days after the attacks because we didn't have enough doctors. I know I'm only fourteen but I want to make a difference, I want to help people.
