"But sir"
"I said no Chief, we are not going after a cylon on a planet we don't know what's either a figment of your imagination or a trap" Commander Adama was firm in this, trying to close this debate. It had gone on long enough, with the Chief bringing how they looked for Starbuck for so long when she was lost on that planet, and Adama said how the Doc said he probably fainted due to stress.
However this time, the Cheif knew he was beat he saluted and said, "Yes sir" and he walked away. He spent the rest of the day on autopilot. He barely remembered a thing he said to anyone, or a single thing he did. All he could think about was that Sharon was out there somewhere, marooned on a barren planet. He knew she was a cylon, but tha didn't mean he didn't care about her. He accepted that a long time ago. That was much easier when she was dead, he realized. Now Sharon was alive and needed his help, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The Cheif put off going to sleep for as long as he could, but eventually it was unavoidable. As expected, he ended up on the planet, in the same clearing where he always was, but this time she was nowhere to be found.
"Sharon?" he called out, but there was no answer. He looked down and saw a set of numbers written in the dirt. Whoa he thought these are spacial coordinates, it must be the location of the planet.
The he looked up and saw Sharon, but she didn't speak, she was just sad.
Then he woke up.
I can't abandon her he thought I can't. I won't.