Author's notes: Since Boomer-G is dead, this is sorta AU now. It's fun to keep it going. This is my first attempt at songfic, of sorts… just found a new tune that I like and it sounded like it would fit in this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song. And I'm certainly not making money off of it! (I'll include the singer and the song title in the next update, which won't be far in the future!)

Sharon walked with the guards back to the lab, the same lab where she'd nearly been killed hours before. Tigh's new list arrived ahead of her, 220 blood samples that sat in various trays and racks in makeshift refrigeration units scattered around the lab. She sighed at the sight of the foreboding task.

Fortunately for her, she found a way to do 10 tests at once, so she took the first samples and loaded them into the centrifuge. The two guards stood on the inside of the door, according to their orders from Colonel Tigh. Instead of staring at the screens, Sharon pulled out a small notepad from her uniform and began writing another entry in her personal log of the events.

Tigh wants me alive. Commander Adama's not sure. Lee's sure, he wants me as dead as Caprica. This is like a nightmare that I need to wake up from… and I can't get the song out of my head.

There's people talking
They talk about me
They know my name
They think they know everything
But they don't know anything
About me

That's for sure, they don't know a thing about the real me. If they did, they'd understand how hard this is for me. I don't feel like I'm betraying my people, I feel like I did that when I shot Commander Adama.

I put my makeup on a Saturday night
I try and make it happen
Try to make it all right
I know I make mistakes
I'm living life day to day
It's never really easy but it's ok

It's not okay. I'm just pretending it's okay. I'm dead already, my body just doesn't know it yet. Maybe I'll find a way to live day to day and somehow survive this. I need information, I need to find out whatever this plan "God" has for his creations is and reveal it before it's too late for what's left of humanity. I know who I'm looking for, and it's not likely they'll be all that forthcoming with information.

I wonder if I didn't blow it with Zarek. Maybe I shouldn't have snapped his arm at the shoulder. Nah, it was fun. Who am I trying to kid, I've been wanting to do that for a while now.

Am I done for? Yeah, probably. They need to win, and not just a fight like I gave 'em. No, I need to find home and tell them where it is. If I can come up with the location of the Cylon home world, they'll win. And when they do, I'll be the one who's earned salvation. Not the toasters.

There's 10 minutes gone. Time to determine the fate of 10 more people.

Goodbye Dear Diary, until next time...