- God, Interrupted, Chapter 4

"That was too easy." Lee said. They had escaped with little resistance from the Cylons and were now making their way through the streets of what was left of Delphi.

"They let us go." Six replied

Lee nodded in agreement. "Why?"

"I don't know." It wasn't a complete lie. She didn't know, but she had an idea: The Cylons had a plan for Lee Adama as well. "They probably assumed we wouldn't survive for long out here."

"So then, you breaking me out of there? That wasn't planned?"

"No, it wasn't."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Then why did you do it? Why would you help me?"

"For God." She stated simply.

"For god?" He asked, amused. "Which god?"

She turned to face him. "There is only one God, Captain."

He stared at her. "One god."

"He has a plan for you." She continued.

He felt a sudden need to change the subject. The religious drabble was making him nervous. So was the demure way she kept looking at him.

"That way." He said, pointing to the street behind her.

She looked at him questioningly.

"A friend of mine has an apartment down that way. There should be things we can use there."

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It felt strange to be in Kara's apartment again. He hadn't been here since…well, since Zack died. Actually, it was the night after Zack died. She had sounded awful over the phone when she called him with the news so he came here as soon as he got into town. He had done…they had done things that night they weren't particularly proud of in the light of day. They tried to excuse it away - they were both devastated by his death and found comfort in each other - but it didn't make what they did right. Yet, to him, it felt right. She felt right, and maybe with time they would have been able to admit that they had feelings for each other. But then there was his behavior right after the funeral. He cringed at the memory. The things he had said to his father. The things he accused him of. And the way that Kara looked at him…like she wanted him dead..he didn't dare show his face to her after that - and he didn't - until he saw her again on the Galactica. He should have apologized to her then but she didn't give him the impression that she was ready for an apology. Her reception had been frosty, to say the least.

He walked through the living room, unconsciously touching things along the way as if he were trying to get a sense of her. He noticed that she had started a new painting. He liked this one. He liked all of them actually, but he thought this one would have been his favorite if she could have finished it. He finally reached the couch and lowered himself into it cautiously. He didn't realize how badly every inch of his body hurt until he allowed himself to relax. He pulled a throw pillow out from behind his back, wincing as he did so, and hugged it to his chest.

It still smelled like her.

He buried his face in the pillow and curled up onto the couch.

Lords of Kobol, he thought, please let me see her again.

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Six walked around the room examining its contents while Lee slept. She lingered the longest at the bookcase, smiling at the eclectic blend of romance novels, biographies of Colonial war heroes, Caprican poetry and flight manuals. On one of its shelves there was framed picture of Captain Adama with a pretty blonde woman - presumably the owner of this apartment - and another man. All three of them were smiling broadly. She studied it more carefully. There was a similarity between the two men except the one she didn't know was younger and darker. Perhaps a relative. She quickly dismissed him and shifted her focus back to the Captain. He was a handsome man but his smile made him beautiful, and she noticed for the first time just how blue his eyes were.

Her hands clenched a little tighter on the frame before she put it down. She wondered what the woman meant to him.

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She was sitting across from him when he woke up.

"Good morning, Captain." She smiled at him.

"Morning?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Since yesterday afternoon."

"Yesterday? I'm sorry." He sat up, noticing his body didn't hurt as badly now. "We should have moved out last night. Why didn't you wake me?"

"I couldn't…I mean I didn't want to. You were exhausted. You needed to rest."

"Thanks." He said softly.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. "There's some food that's still edible and I made coffee."

"Coffee? Really?" He followed her into the kitchen.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping the hot coffee, and thinking. He could almost convince himself that a nuclear holocaust did not occur outside this apartment. It was almost possible to think that he could stay here for the rest of his life……which would be what, a couple of weeks until he ran out of anti-radiation meds and then probably another two after that while he succumbed to radiation sickness…..if the Cylons didn't get him first, of course. He shook the thought from his head. The Galactica had jumped away. There was a chance they had survived and he had to try to find them.