Authors Note

Ok guys seriously I'm really sorry about the delay! I've been redecorating my room and I just haven't had time to write recently! Anyway, Enjoy!

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Agathon's Quarters

Battlestar Galactica

Hera gurgled happily from her cot. The recently procured mobile rotated gently above her, the soft colours melding into one as it started to pick up speed. She likes the mobile, Sharon happily noted as her daughter started to laugh more, her hands reaching out and batting the plastic Vipers so they swung more dangerously.

Turning her back to Hera, Sharon continued her previous task of meticulously folding clothes that had recently been brought back from the laundry room. Helo was not going to be back for a few hours, as he had been called to CIC to cover for Colonel Tigh. He kept insisting that the job was just temporary and that Tigh would be back to his usual self in no time, but Sharon wasn't naive. She knew better than that. The XO of the ship had been different since the Ionian Nebula, and she had found herself alone with Hera a lot more in recent weeks due to this "temporary job" of Helo's.

A snap from behind brought Sharon back into the present, and she quickly spun around, anxious. What had happened? Hera suddenly burst into tears and Sharon glanced around, looking for some sign as to what caused her daughter's sudden distress. The sign came when she felt a small knock against her bare foot. A small, plastic raptor lazily stopped, and fell to the ground with a soft 'thud'. Relief flooded through her as she realised what had happened. Hera must have broken her mobile.

Sharon quickly bent down and retrieved the raptor, making her way over to the cot. Gently, she replaced the raptor on the mobile, and gave it a gentle prod to start moving again. Hera continued to cry however, not impressed with her mother's attempt to fix the broken toy. Her cries were real, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Sharon wondered what was wrong. Hera has broken loads of toys and never has she been this upset over it, she thought to herself, calmly trying to pacify her daughter.

"Shhh, shhh Hera. It's ok baby." She bent down and ran her hand gently along Hera's cheek in a long soothing motion. Yet Hera still continued to cry. Sharon started to worry more now.

"Hera, Hera, listen to mummy. Listen," She desperately tried to speak over Hera's growing wails, "calm down, what's wrong? What's-"

Before she could finish the sentence, a loud bang resonated on the hatch and Sharon glanced around in confusion. Helo couldn't be this early, he'd only just left. Before she had a chance to get to the door, the hatch wheel slowly spun. Sharon looked around the room, desperately trying to find her gun or something else that could threaten off this potential intruder. All she could find near her was a pile of neatly folded clothes however.

If you're desperate, she assured herself, trying to steady her breathing from the panic that was welling up inside of her; you can always suffocate them with a towel I guess.

If the situation wasn't so serious, she'd have laughed. Instead, she found herself rooted to the ground, a look of apprehension on her face as the hatch slowly opened to reveal ….

"Sam!?" Sharon focused on the man in front of her. Sam Anders didn't seem to respond to his name being called, his eyes staring blankly in front. Sharon didn't notice however, relief flooding through her. She shakily ran her hand through her hair and turned her back briefly on the man.

"For fraks sake Sam," she laughed unsteadily, once again looking at him, "you could have frakking knocked! I thought you were an intruder …."

Her voice travelled past Sam, who was not listening to a word she was saying. Sharon carried on talking, her back turned and her arms moving towards the cot to pick Hera up.

"Didn't Karl tell you? The Triad game isn't on tonight, he had to cancel because he's on duty and-"

It happened in an instant. Her hands had barely caressed Hera's t-shirt when a blinding pain attacked the back of her head. It felt as if it was splitting in two, and her vision faded to black. Sharon was falling, the pain now a dull throb, and she felt the side of her face hit the floor. She was floating out of consciousness; the only sound heard being Hera's growing cries, before nothing …

Corridor

Battlestar Galactica

"Move it nuggets!" Kara ordered, pushing past rookie pilots who were loitering around the corridor, discussing the latest piece of gossip. They immediately stood at attention when Kara Thrace ran by them, and could do nothing more than stare open mouthed when she was followed by the President of the 12 Colonies and a Cylon prisoner. This was a strange occurrence and as soon as the trio had turned the corner, the pilots burst into life, speculating as to what was going on.

"Nuggets?" Laura Roslin asked, pushing her legs harder as she tried to keep up with Kara.

"Yeah," Kara replied quickly, her eyes never leaving the corridor ahead of her. It had been a while since she had participated in a jog around the battlestar, and an even longer time since she had company, especially that of Roslin and Caprica Six. Talking while running was never a good idea, "rookie pilots …. Called nuggets …."

She was trying to keep her breathing steady, to prevent a stitch. Roslin seemed to notice, as she stopped talking immediately and concentrated on her intended target.

"How long before we get there?" Caprica Six called out from behind. She was finding no trouble in running for so long, her pace a lazy stride. Her tone indicated urgency and Kara wondered what the hell was going on. Being a good soldier involves doing what is asked without questioning orders, Kara reminded herself, and so just did her duty instead of asking useless questions.

"About ten minutes … if we keep at … this pace!" Kara panted slightly. Caprica Six didn't respond and just made sure she stayed with them. It was dangerous for a Cylon to be running around these corridors. She knew what had happened to Boomer.

A small groan elicited from behind Kara and she knew immediately that Roslin was wearing out. She wasn't used to running like Kara was. Kara slowed her pace a little, and moved beside the President, who was clutching her side with one hand.

"Madame … President …" Kara started, her legs protesting against the sudden change of pace, "we need to keep …. going …."

"I'm sure the exercise …. will be good …for me…" Roslin replied, her breaths coming short and sharp. Her eyes twinkled slightly in amusement, but the rest of her gave no indication that she found this funny.

"The Old Man …. will like it …" Kara stated bluntly, and when Roslin looked at her in surprise, she set off in front again, laughing inwardly to herself when she heard the President's heels clicking against the metal floors faster.

Control Room

Cylon Basestar

D'anna stood solemnly, her hand gently caressing the panel in front. She was deep in thought, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"He said that Tigh was gone," She murmured to herself, "It's beginning already."

"D'anna?" Leoben entered the room cautiously. Ever since D'anna had been returned to them, the other cylon models had been wary. The woman radiated knowledge and understanding, and all of them on the ship yearned to taste this forbidden fruit, this revelation that was not meant to be known to them, the Final Five. It had caused the split between models. D'anna stood right in front of them, in the flesh, but was reluctant to give anything up.

They dared not ask outright for information, and instead left her in peace in the control room. Her and the human known as Kara Thrace had struck up a connection, a common cause; they both wanted to find earth for their people.

"Leoben." D'anna replied, smiling slightly. He was in awe of her, she could see. He had wanted so much to know the truth and words of God, and yet here stood D'anna holding them.

"The battlestar is requesting a secure line to you." Leoben stated, moving forward slightly. He was one of the only models that would actually talk to her, as the others preferred to leave her alone. She was grateful for Two's attention.

"Ahh is it now?" D'anna was not at all surprised of intrigued. She had kept the secret to herself for long enough and it was time to pass it on. She gave Leoben a long searching glance.

Let him hear the revelation, it will give them something.

"Give them an open line Leoben." She stated, her attention drawn back to the panel in front, where she was lazily drawing circles with her fingers.

The room was silent for a few moments before static suddenly sounded, indicating that the battlestar had an open line with them.

"D'anna?" A low, rough voice on the other end greeted her.

"Admiral Adama, so nice of you to call," D'anna responded, amusement evident in her voice. Leoben moved to exit the control room, but was stopped by D'anna's signalling. She wanted him to stay and listen to the conversation. Leoben was honoured, stopping mid-exit and turning around. He moved to the other side of the panel so he didn't disturb the line, "what can I do for you?" D'anna continued.

"According to my sources, Colonel Tigh is not going back to his quarters like I requested. I want to know what the frak is going on in my ship and I want to know NOW."

"Maybe he is … what was the term used within the fleet? Ahh yes, OBE. Overcome by events, Admiral."

"I don't want any frakking mind games D'anna," Adama's voice held urgency and anger, "I want to know the truth!"

D'anna's eyebrows rose and a smile made its way across her face. She withdrew her hand from the panel in front and leaned bodily against it, "what if I was to say that the truth is so immense that you cannot even begin to comprehend it?"

"Give me the truth D'anna."

"It's too much to tell over a line Admiral," D'anna stated nonchalantly. She was thoroughly enjoying this sense of power of who was once her leader, "I can, however, tell you this; The Final Five have almost come together now. It's Judgement Day for us, them and you."

Silence greeted her for a moment, before a very calm, low voice filled her ears.

"What has this got to do with Colonel Tigh?"

"I applaud you. You're either painfully naive or painfully ignorant. The Final Five are in your fleet-"

"What has-"

"-and Colonel Tigh is one of them."

A/N

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