- God, Interrupted, Chapter 5
Since the Cylons had confiscated his gun, he needed to confiscate Kara's. He found it in a locked box on the top shelf of her bedroom closet. He picked the lock easy enough and put the gun in his holster. She was considerate enough to have extra ammunition as well, and that went into a pocket in his flight suit.
He also commandeered a sleeping bag and a backpack that he filled with a couple of blankets, food and some basic medical supplies.
"Ok," he said when he entered the living room. "I think we're done here. We should get moving."
"To where?" Six asked.
"I need to find a ship that will get me off this planet. I'm guessing your friends bombed the military base or there would have been more of our ships in the air, but I want to check there anyway."
Her eyes went dark. "We didn't destroy the military base. We killed all human personnel and are using it for our own operations."
He shook his head in disgust. "How well guarded is it?"
"Very. They'll kill you if you go anywhere near it."
"Then I wouldn't be able to carry out God's plan." Lee said with contempt.
She grabbed his face in her hands and held his eyes with hers. She pleaded for him to understand. "They let us go back at the hospital. That was a gift. You know that. They believe you have a destiny, but you are still the enemy. They will kill you if given another chance."
She held his gaze a little longer then shifted her eyes down to his mouth. His lips parted slightly and she pressed her lips to his, softly at first, then harder when he didn't resist. Her hands slid around to the back of his head and her fingers twined their way through his hair.
His hands slid up her back and onto her shoulders. He pushed her away forcefully, but maintained his grip on her. His eyes searched her face and she could see him fighting some internal struggle.
"Why did you do that?" He asked. There was a panic in his voice that frightened her.
"I don't know." She whimpered.
His face softened and he dropped his hands. "Don't do it again." He said quietly.
-------------------------------
Lee had gone through a brief rebellious stage during his parents' divorce and had picked up the useful skill of hotwiring cars. It came in handy when he was at the academy. One or two unpopular drill sergeants occasionally found their cars inexplicably moved to the other side of the campus when they woke up in the morning. It had scored him some points with the senior cadets and made his plebe year go a lot smoother.
It turned out it was something you could use in a post apocalyptic setting as well. He was able to hotwire a motorcycle and now they were making their way across the Caprican countryside.
He was going to the military base despite her warning. He didn't know what game they were playing but he wasn't going to let her make the rules. She had saved his life but that didn't make her a friend. It didn't even make her an ally. She was a Cylon for frak's sake, but she'd have intelligence he'd need to keep him a step ahead of the toasters, so he was taking her along for the ride. Sitting behind him. With her body pressed against his. And her arms wrapped around his waist.
He should have held out for a car.
Just when he thought it couldn't possibly get worse, the skies opened up and it began to pour.
Then he crashed the bike.
--------------------
The abandoned truck seemed to appear out of nowhere and completely blocked the narrow road they were traveling on. Lee swerve right to go around it on the grass but the grass was slick with the rain and the rear wheel of the bike slid out from under them. They fell over with the bike landing on top of them.
He pushed himself out from under the motorcycle then lifted it off of Six.
"Are you ok?" He asked, extending his hand to help her up.
"Despite what you might believe, Captain, my body can die. So try to be a little more careful. " She said while she brushed herself off.
He would have taken this conversation in a more angry and spiteful direction if he wasn't cold, wet and tired. "I'm sorry." He said instead. "Are you hurt?"
The fight seemed to go out of her too. "No. You?"
He shook his head. "It'll be dark soon. We should find someplace to camp for the night." He looked at the crumpled motorcycle. "And it looks like we'll be walking from here on out."
They found a small area that was thick with trees and the ground was still relatively dry. He gave Six the sleeping bag, then wrapped a blanket around himself, found a comfortable tree and set himself up for the watch.