a/n Thanks everyone for all the reviews; I really appreciated it…it motivates me to go on with the story. Anyway, the following chapter is focused on Lee and how he came to be a member of the Pegasus crew.
Chapter 2
"Sir?" the voice came from very far, he didn't want it to disturb him so he tried ignoring it.
"Sir, you have to wake up now and eat." The voice persisted, so with great effort he opened his eyes, "Where am I?" he whispered gruffly.
"On the Truman, Sir," the young man answered, "Your ship was in ruins, you've been unconscious for five days."
And then it came to him; who the hell was he? "Who am I?"
The young man looked like he was 15 years old and like he'd gone through hell, "You don't know who you are? You don't remember what happened?"
"No, I don't remember a fraking thing."
The boy suddenly looked like he envied him, "The Cylons attacked, they nuked the colonies; everyone's dead." Tears rolled down his face.
He looked back at the boy horrified, basically he was being told that any family he might have had had ceased to exist.
"How many people aboard this ship?" he demanded.
"21, Sir" the boy replied quickly.
"Is this ship equipped with an FTL drive?" he then asked.
"Yes sir; that's how we've been avoiding the Cylons."
"Who's in charge?"
"Some guy named John."
Forgetting his amnesia, he stood up and was overcome with dizziness, "Frak!"
"Carefull, sir" the boy grabbed his arm, "You hit your head pretty hard."
"Take me to this guy John."
The boy brought him to the ships control room; a man in his 40s turned and spotted him, "So Apollo has returned to the living?"
Apollo? He asked himself, had this guy just referred to him as the god named Apollo.
The boy stepped forward, "He doesn't remember anything, John."
The older man then looked at him, "Apollo was the name stencilled on your helmet."
"My helmet?"
"You were found in what might have been a Colonial Fighter, but it was pretty hard to tell, my guess is you were a pilot for the Colonial Fleet."
He was about to respond when to the right an alarm started beeping, "Cylons, John!"
"Frak!" John ran to the radar screen.
Apollo followed and looked at the screen, "Looks like a lone raider,"
John looked at him, "How do you know that?"
"I don't know" he whispered, "That's not important; we need to get out of here now!"
John looked over at the guy who was at the controls; "Proceed to jump coordinates!" he ordered.
The guy at the controls looked up, "Those calculations weren't done, sir!"
John looked on, frozen.
"We need to make a blind jump! Now!" Apollo ordered.
The guy at the controls looked at him in horror, "But Sir!"
"We need to go now or were all dead! Do you understand?" Apollo yelled; he may not have known who the frak he was, but he sure as hell didn't want to die anytime soon.
"Yes, Sir!"
Within seconds the Truman had random jump coordinates plugged into its FTL drive and was about to jump when all of a sudden a nuke broadsided the ship. Seconds later the ship had jump to its unknown destination.
Where the hell am I now? He asked himself as he slowly came too; he looked around with partially opened eyes, is this a hospital…aboard a ship? Frak! That raider must have damaged the ship and this sure as hell doesn't look like any part that would belong to the Truman. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone approach; he quickly shut his eyes and feigned unconsciousness.
"Has he woken up, Doctor?" a women's voice asked.
"No Admiral, he's yet to regain consciousness," another voice replied, "He's no longer in a coma so he could wake up anytime. The bleeding in his head has stopped but may have caused some memory of motor skills damage, but we'll be unable to determine the extent of the damage until he regains consciousness."
"I don't want some half-wit on this ship, doctor. You know what to do if the damage is too extensive."
"Yes, Admiral." The doctor replied fearfully, "Is there anything else you wanted, Sir?"
"Before that boy with the severed arm was sent out the airlock he said that this man may be one of our pilots. He said that his ship had been severely damaged during a Cylon attack. So do the best you can for him. We could always use another pilot."
"Yes, Sir." The doctor answered.
Holly frak! Did she just say she had the boy sent out the airlock? Because his fraking arm had been severed! Holly frak! I'm under command of a fraking psycho!
Apollo could feel someone looking down at him.
"I hope for your sake that you all right, son" he heard the doctor whisper.
Apollo opened his eyes and met those of the doctor, "I hope so too."
The doctor jerked back in fright, "You're awake!" he accused.
"Unfortunately." Apollo replied.
"You heard all that?" the doctor asked.
"You going to through me out the airlock too, doc?" Apollo sneered.
The doctor turned around and quickly closed the curtain, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The doctor then advanced on him and flashed a light in his eyes, "Well, you definitely have a concussion. Do you have a head ache? Any memory loss? Can you move your arms and legs?"
"Total, doc." Apollo answered.
The doctor looked up at him in confusion, "Total what?"
"My memory, doc. Total loss of memory." Apollo admitted.
The doctor's eyes widened, "Do you know your name? Rank?"
"Sorry, doc. All I apparently came with was a helmet that said Apollo, so I guess you can call me Apollo."
The doctor came out of his shock pretty quickly and started doing a bunch of tests; it wasn't until several hours later that he came back and said that he had indeed lost all his memories, yet he could still speak and associate words to objects, therefore it wasn't total amnesia.
"Either way, doc, I think I've got myself an express ticket out the airlock, don't you think?" Apollo sneered.
The doctor didn't have a chance to answer; Admiral Cain chose that moment to make her presence known.
"I see our new guest has quite a sense of humour," she said.
Apollo met her gaze, "Admiral," he greeted.
She rose and eyebrow, "If I'm correct, I'd say your background is military, what do you think?"
"Think what you want, Admiral, this is your ship, your rules." Apollo answered. His face was void of any emotion, the fire in his eyes extinguished.
"What's your name and rank, soldier?" Cain demanded.
"Your guess is as good as mine; but the call signs Apollo." Apollo replied. Where the hell did that come from, he wondered, was his call sign really Apollo?
Admiral Cain frowned; she looked over at the doctor, "Report"
"He's suffering from amnesia, Sir. He has no recollection of who he is or of any past history." Doc replied.
"Really?" she said with a sneer as she looked back at Apollo, "Well, I'm assigning you the rank of Lieutenant. My guess is you were probably an officer and a Viper or Raptor pilot, when you recover, find the CAG and he'll know what to do with you." She nodded to the doctor, turned and left.
Apollo mocked a salute behind her back, "Yes, Sir." He sneered.
The doctor looked at him in horror.
Several days later, Apollo reported to the CAG which he quickly realised was a self absorbed asshole. He was assigned a broken down viper which HE would have to repair because the deck crew was too busy repairing the CAG's other vipers for his other pilots. He was also assigned a rack with every misfit pilot that was left in the fleet, (which, for some odd reason, kind of made him feel at home…almost.)
It took him about two seconds to realise that he new what the frak he was doing when he started repairing his viper. Truth be told, he actually enjoyed being busy and he wondered whether the Admiral had made a mistake in thinking he was a Pilot. Maybe he had just been a mechanic…yet that didn't explain the call sign.
It took him the better part of three weeks to fully repair the viper which he was fairly certain had been put aside for spare parts. He had run every diagnostic possible and everything was in working order…he hoped so anyway. The viper even had a fresh coat of paint and Apollo had decided that he was only going to stencil in his call sign and not the rank the Admiral had appointed him; for some reason, it just felt wrong.
He reported to the CAG later that day, "The viper is fixed, Sir"
The CAG sneered, "You better hope so, Lieutenant, because your going to fly her in one hour." He laughed.
I'll show you, Apollo thought to himself.
An hour later he was strapped into his viper and in the starboard launch bay. Apollo froze for a fraction of a second; for that short period he doubted himself, was he really a pilot? But then instinct took over and the next thing he knew he was flying in the stars.
It was like his body was taking over; everything the CAG asked him to do he did without hesitation and by the book. It felt like he'd been born in a viper; this is what he'd been missing over the last month.
I bet you aren't laughing now Mr. CAG; fraking asshole.
"Cylons incoming!" someone yelled over the airway.
"Launch Alert Viper!" someone in CIC ordered.
It was only the CAG, some other Lieutenant and himself out there with the Cylons.
"Wait for the Alert fighters!" the CAG ordered as he saw Apollo turn towards the enemy.
"FRAK THAT, SIR!" Apollo yelled over the airway, its fraking time I had my vengeance. He turned off his radio and flew as fast as he could towards the ten incoming Raiders.
He had destroyed seven of the ten raiders by the time the Alert fighters reached him. His body had taken over, his mind had formed some sort of tunnel vision and his only goal had been to kill as many of the frakers as possible.
The sad part was, he felt nothing; no joy, no relief, nothing. Killing those toasters had only made him angrier…the thing was, he didn't know the hell why.
The CAG met was there when he got out of his Viper,
"When I give you an order Lieutenant, YOU FOLLOW IT!" the CAG yelled in his face; his face was red from anger.
Apollo met his gaze, "Frak you Sir." He said calmly.
The CAG turned purple at this and his body language revealed that he was about to through a punch.
Apollo beat him to it.
"Get that fraker in the brig!" the CAG yelled from the ground. Two Marines ran up and took hold of Apollo's arms, "You'll be sorry, Lieutenant."
"It's Apollo, asshole."
He didn't really appreciate that answer.
Couple hours later…
When Admiral Cain entered the brig, she spotted Apollo doing push ups in his cell, he looked like he'd been at it for quite a while. Cain had been pleased when she discovered that her Apollo had killed and destroyed seven of the ten raiders that had attacked them. Her instincts about this pilot had been right. Apollo may also have been the most talented pilot she had ever laid eyes on and the fact that he seemed to have a death which only made it more so. Had it been another one of her pilots that had dared to assault the CAG, he or she would have served a minimum sentence of 40 lashes and a reduced rank to Ensign; instead, Apollo would be promoted to lead pilot. From what she had heard, the CAG had been out of line and had made a bad call.
"Lieutenant,"
Apollo looked up and grinned devilishly as he spotted the Admiral, "Well, if it isn't my saviour; what shall be my punishment this fine day, Sir?"
Cain had to repress a smile, Apollo was fearless; she couldn't help but like him. He would need to be tamed, though, "You're lead pilot now, Apollo. Deal with it."
She turned and left.
Apollo stood still, Lead pilot? That women is insane, I'm the poster boy for disciplinary problems.
He later found out that day that Admiral Cain had had the CAG shot for failing to properly lead his command.
Frak, at this rate I'll be CAG in a month and XO by the end of the year... if we live that long of course.
Apollo may not have liked the CAG, but he sure as hell hadn't whished the guy dead.
From that day forward Apollo fulfilled his role as Lead Pilot. He didn't act out and spoke only when spoken too. His bunk mates respected him but stayed away for fear of the Admirals wrath. He made no friends and frankly didn't want any. He could see the disappointment in Cain's eyes; she wanted him to be exceptional and outspoken; fearless, like he'd been those first couple of months. Apollo wasn't stupid; he didn't want to be the cause of anyone else's death just so he could move up the food chain. No thanks.
He regained no memory prior to him waking up in the Truman. He did suffer from bad dreams. He'd wake up and remember nothing, but something told him they were important. They basically interfered with his sleep, so he became dependent on Stims. He really didn't care.
He'd been on the Pegasus for almost two years when he'd been pulled out from under his Viper by a ball of fire.
"LEE!" it had yelled, who the frak is Lee!
Admiral Cain had shown up and had ordered the Commander to have his Lieutenant remove her person from Apollo.
Then the Commander had gone and claimed that he was his son. What the frak? And then said something about a grandson. Holly FRAK!
But the ball of fire had commanded his attention, "Lee!" She grabbed his face with her two hands and looked into his eyes. He stared back into her green ones. There was something about her. Yet nothing.
"Lee?" a tear escaped from the beauty that stood before him. He unconsciously brushed it away with his thumb.
Admiral Cain looked on in horror. Apollo, her most gifted pilot, was Commander William Adama's son?
"Corporal!" Cain yelled, "Escort Commander Adama and the Lieutenant back to their Raptor."
Kara looked at the Admiral in horror and then quickly looked back at Lee, "He's coming with us!"
Did she just ORDER the admiral that they were taking me with them? Holy shit!
Admiral Cain sneered at the Lieutenant, "I'm afraid that's not possible, Lieutenant."
The Marines were advancing quickly.
Kara grabbed her tags from around her neck and quickly placed them in Lee's hand. A Marine grabbed her around the shoulders and started pulling her towards their raptor. The Commander kept his eyes on his son the whole time he was being escorted back to his ship. He doesn't recognise us, he realised.
When they were gone, Apollo looked down at the tags the Lieutenant had placed in his hand. One read Lieutenant Kara Thrace, a serial number, blood type and gender. The other read Lee Adama, a serial number, a blood type and gender. Apollo flipped it over and saw Strabuck + Apollo, etched into the metal.
A/N: okay, it was a little longer then expected, review please and hopefully next chapter there will be more Kara and Lee scenes.