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SPOILER ALERT: This story contains references to the ending of Season 1. DO NOT READ another word if you don't want it spoiled for you. You have been warned.

Summary: Needless to say, I don't own the characters. I love Boomer though, she's my favorite character, so that's why I went soft on her. This takes place just after the end of Episode 13.

"Mutiny aside, Lee, I need you worse than I need to send your ass to a brig cell," Colonel Tigh said to his CAG, Captain Lee Adama. "Now, do I have your support, or do I need to send you to the prison barge?"

"I'll obey any orders you give, sir. An apology won't fix what happened on Colonial One."

"Good. I've ordered whatever that is that shot your father taken to the secondary brig. Get on a uniform and take the bridge. I'm going down there to talk to it."

"Yes, sir. Don't kill it, sir."

"Excuse me, Captain?"

"I said don't kill it," Lee said strongly. "I'll do that myself."

"That's what I like to hear," Tigh said as he patted Lee on the shoulder.

Tigh left the bridge and walked through Galactica's corridors to a small room, no bigger than 4 meters square. The secondary brig was the real jail cell on the massive ship. Main brig wasn't designed for serious criminals with its cell walls consisting only of bars. Drunks got to sleep in main brig, working off a binge on shore leave.

Lieutenant Sharon Valerii sat on the single cot in her cell. Her head rested squarely in her hands. Instinctively, she snapped to attention when the senior officer entered the room.

"Colonel, sir."

"Sit down, whatever the hell you are! What are you anyway?"

"Cylon Model 8, Colonel. That's what I am. Programmed to infiltrate the Colonial Service. Mission accomplished."

"And you shot Commander Adama…"

"Sir, I can explain what I did…"

"You'll explain it to our cyberneticists when they take you apart…"

"I'm sorry for what I did," Sharon yelled. "Colonel, I'm a machine at heart, a machine that can do everything you humans can do. But I was programmed to be one of you, and at the same time, I was programmed to carry out secret missions, get in the way, cause havoc. Can you program a computer to do two things at the same time?"

"They did it to you, didn't they?"

"And they screwed up. You can't trust me, Colonel. I know that. But I can tell you a couple things that will make you at least listen to me. Commander Adama told me to go blow up a base ship, the one over Kobol. You know what? I did it. Not the Cylon in me, Sharon did it."

"Why?"

"Because I'm flawed. My peers would say I spent too much time around humans. The programming that allowed me to act and be human, it beat out the other side. Why do you think I shot myself? I did it because I didn't want to be the instrument of your destruction."

"Bullshit, you shot the Commander…"

"And if I could trade places with him, I would now. That was the Cylon's last act. You can't ever believe that, and I don't expect you to. But I killed a lot of Cylons when I detonated that nuke in the base ship. Let me ask you something, Colonel, if you had an agent among the Cylons, would they go blow up a battlestar just to prove their loyalty to the Cylons? I doubt it."

"They probably wouldn't…"

"I'll tell you something else, and maybe, just maybe you'll believe me…"

"Tell me how the Cylons tracked us after we first fled the colonies."

"They had a raider on the hull of the Olympic Carrier. You jump, it recorded the jump and jumped out in the chaos of the fleet reforming. The whole thing with the timing, that was just to get under your skin. The base stars doing the chasing could have been on you in a few moments. They like the thrill of the hunt, Colonel. You had time to make it interesting."

"And the people on the ship?"

"I don't know. Colonel, I will tell you that you have a much bigger problem in your midst."

"Go on." Tigh thought through the raider theory, and it did make sense. Dradis was off line for a few seconds after the jump, and in that time, the spy raider could have left the jump zone undetected.

"Do you remember when your wife showed up? Commander Adama had her tested."

"I do. He was right to do so." Tigh didn't believe that statement for a second. He knew Ellen wasn't a Cylon.

"I was the one who saved Baltar back on Caprica. I didn't know who he was, but Helo gave up his seat for the man. I went to Baltar's lab, I heard scuttlebut that he was working on a way to detect Cylons, and at the time, I didn't know that I was one. I went to him and blackmailed him into testing me. He claimed I was clean, that I wasn't a Cylon. We both know that…"

"You're lying…"

"Colonel Tigh, I am not lying. Check it out. Your man Baltar is trouble. Top defense scientist escapes from Caprica, and from all accounts I've heard, he's not exactly the most mentally stable person in the fleet. He looked at the results, got scared, and started playing with the keyboard like a man possessed. He pronounced me clean. That is incorrect."

Tigh didn't care much for Baltar anyway. The Colonel hated scientists, especially ones who truly believed they knew it all. And now, Baltar made Vice President. Was Tom Zarek such a bad choice? Tigh didn't think so.

"You're sure of that?"

"I'm not lying to you. Why should I lie about it? I'm dead anyway, you're not going to trust me, and it's not like I can run off to the nearest base ship and expect them to take me back. They know I'm broken now."

"Is Baltar a Cylon?"

Boomer looked at the Colonel. "No. But he's under the influence of one. I sensed a presence around him when I saw him in his lab."

"I require descriptions of all the human-appearing Cylons," Tigh said.

"There are 12. Give me a pad and I'll draw them for you."

"Remember, we know some of them, so we'll be able to check you."

"You ask, I'll give."

Tigh ordered one of the Marines at the door to go get paper and pencil for Sharon. He seethed as he watched Sharon carefully draw the faces of each Cylon model. An hour passed without words between the two before Sharon handed 12 pieces of paper back to Colonel Tigh.

"I even drew myself. Sorry if the quality isn't all that good, art wasn't something I developed a skill for."

"Are you sure about this one?" Tigh said as he held a picture of Six to the bars for Sharon to see. He remembered Six as being Shelly Godfrey, assistant to some other damn scientist with some far-flung accusation about Baltar.

"Six. A persuasive being. Good at getting to human males. Most of those models have a dislike for my model."

"Really?" Tigh asked.

"They find me to be weak. We have our differences."

Tigh blinked when he reached the 11th page. He glared at Sharon in complete disbelief.

"I see you found Eleven. The male version of Six, only designed to look older and more mature. When you think about it, does he really surprise you though? He's a troublemaker who can seduce a woman."

"I'm not surprised by anything now," Tigh said. "If you need food, tell the guards, they'll get you whatever you need to keep you alive."

"Thank you, sir. I trust you'll be getting to work now."

"After I check out Baltar. You're sure he tested you?"

"I'm positive. And he told me I was not a Cylon."

"I'll never trust you, but thank you for telling me this. It won't go unremembered," Tigh said sincerely. If she was right about Baltar, getting Gaeta to figure out how the Cylon detector was rigged shouldn't be all that hard. Then Tigh could go after the big fish, that Number Eleven.