Okay. I've written the next six chapters or so. Bear with me as I have to take the time to transfer them to an uploadable file.
Disclaimers are the same as always. This particular story is mine. It's characters are not; no lawsuits please. I'm a starving artist.
Spoiler warning: For those of you who haven't seen season two…you have been warned.
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She looked so at peace. In the short time he had known her, he had never seen that kind of peace on her face. She had always been worried, or hurt, or angry…. Except for when they were alone. He smiled as he remembered her laughter when she'd beat him at playing Pyramid. Or how she shuddered, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gave in to her desire. His voice began to crack as he spoke.
"Just how long have we been out of commission?"
Apollo watched quietly as Anders sat at the side of Kara's bed; how the man's fingers stroked her now long, blonde hair. Sadness was beginning to creep in. It reminded him of how it had always been where he and Kara were concerned.
When Zak came home with her, Lee was instantly smitten. When Zak died, Lee had comforted her. Every time something went wrong in Kara's life, Lee had been the one there to pick her up and dust her off. And as simple as that, this man had usurped his position in her life. And it was killing him inside. He looked away as Doc Cottle responded.
"Ninety-six days."
"Ninety-six days?"
The words came out hollow. He looked down at his once full frame. Now he looked like he had been suffering from a wasting disease. Liquid diet, the new miracle cure. He looked at the older man again.
"And the baby?"
Lee knew that had been coming. He had expected it. Cottle continued.
"Constantly being monitored. See those electrodes? Nothing wrong with him, as far as I can tell."
Two voices came in unison as Lee and Sam looked at each other.
"Did you say…him?"
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His hand had been there so long its warmth was causing a handprint to appear on the glass. On the other side, another was slowly taking shape. She managed a little laugh.
"How can you stand there like that?"
Smiling his customary half-smile, he shrugged.
"As long as it takes, Sharon. You?"
Boomer had no clue. She knew that because of her Cylon physiology, she would outlast almost any human. For how long…?
"I don't know, Chief. I can go a pretty long time; I guess. I'm not tired of this; of you. I'm tired of being separated; apart from you, apart from my friends. I'm being kept away from my life.
Tyrol sighed as he dropped his hand. His fingers had begun to go numb a long time ago.
"I'm working on it, Sharon. Give it time."
Holding one finger up, she put down the phone to reach behind her and pull up a chair. He watched every movement. They awakened long buried memories in the corner of his mind's eye. She didn't miss that he'd gone off somewhere else. Her voice brought him back to the present.
"You're tired, Chief. Go get some rest."
She saw the lines that had formed on his forehead. There were new creases near his eyes. Through Sharon and Helo, she had learned about his pet project, and how hard he'd worked on it. The thought brought back some of her self-doubt. If only he'd worked that hard on Us, maybe none of this would be happening.
Chief Tyrol sighed audibly. He knew she was right. And, he was pulling an early shift tomorrow so he would get a chance to talk with the Old Man.
"All right. Sure. Lords know I need it. Sharon, tell me something…. Do you still dream?"
She raised her eyes.
"Yeah, why?"
He smiled his brilliant smile, the one he reserved only for her. It made her heart plummet when she thought how hard it was every time he had to leave.
"See you there."
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"Two months, and nothing. Does it ever make you wonder why we're still here?"
She was looking much better. The treatments had visibly changed Laura. For the good, he suspected. He took a long sip of the tea he had given her. They had many opportunities to talk these days, since the Cylons couldn't find them any more.
"No, Madame President. It doesn't. The same still stands. We're here because you convinced me that we needed to be here. But we still haven't reached our final destination."
Roslin shook her hand as she scalded it with some dripping tea. It unnerved her how Bill Adama could sometimes read her like a book. She had been thinking the same thing all afternoon. Her life had been…quiet.
"It doesn't bother you how q-u-i-e-t it has been lately? No attacks, no surprises?"
Supersititious. He liked this about her. He knew that she believed in those 'visions' she had, but he thought it was a little strange and…different that she was also superstitious.
"Do you also believe that you can't walk underneath an open ladder, Madame President? Do all well-educated teachers like yourself still have such archaic beliefs?"
She shifted in her seat. Before the Cylon attacks on their home worlds, he wouldn't have recognized her. So many things have changed since then. I've changed.
"People can change Commander Adama."
"And Cylons?"
He wanted to see if she made any visible change when she responded. He knew that she had always thought of Sharon as a fountain of information, when they needed her. But he wondered if her opinion on the woman's loyalties had changed, too.
"Perhaps they can, too, Commander. Perhaps they can, too."
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