Chapter 7

"Good to see you're cleared for active duty," Starbuck said as I returned to the bunk.

"Thanks," I said climbing into my bed and lying down.

"You want to play some pyramid ball?" Starbuck asked.

"No thanks," I replied. "Doc Cottle said I need to try and take it easy when I'm not on duty."

"Why? What did they find out?" Starbuck asked.

"My condition tends to affect my ability to sleep properly," I answered. "So I'm supposed to take it easy as often as possible."

"What is your condition?" Kat asked.

I was somewhat reserved about answering them. I didn't know if I would be taken seriously if I told them.

"Have you ever heard of Extrasensory Perception?" I asked.

"E.S.P?" Starbuck asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, that's what this is." I replied. "Somehow it's letting me predict the near future."

"Damn," Hotdog commented. "No wonder you can take out Cylons like it's nothing, you know what they're about to do."

"That is so sweet," Kat agreed.

I pulled my pillow over my head in order to drown out the noise and light in the room and try and get some rest. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. As I slept I had a dream. I was floating through space until I was onboard the Galactica. I passed through walls, through rooms I had never seen, past people I had never met till I was in Admiral Adama's office. He was sitting at his desk read over some reports when someone knocked on his door.

"Come in," Admiral Adama said.

A woman came in. She was rather thin but still very pretty. She had shoulder length blonde hair that was pulled back in a single ponytail. She wore a set of rimless glasses.

"Who are you?" Adama asked.

Suddenly everything seemed to move in slow motion. The woman pulled a gun out from behind her back. I moved to try and stop her but as I grabbed at her arm my hand passed right through. I watched helpless as she fired three shots into Adama's chest. He stared in disbelief at me as he fell to the floor.

"No!" I cried.

Suddenly the woman turned her gun on me and fired.

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I woke up screaming. The bunk room was dark.

"Uh, what the heck is wrong Beanpole?" Starbuck asked grumpily and in a tired tone.

I didn't answer her. I jumped into my boots and ran through the corridors towards Admiral Adama's office. I skidded around a corner and found myself at Adama's office. I flung the door open.

"I'd like to know just what you think you're doing," Adama demanded angrily as I burst in.

I looked about the room. It looked just like in my dream. I was confused, everything I predicted came true very soon afterwards unless I changed fate.

"I'm sorry sir," I apologized. "I had a vision; you were assassinated by a blonde woman with rimless glasses."

"Well I haven't seen any women besides the president and my staff this evening," Adama said.

"But it was right here," I protested. "She came in and shot you three times."

"Well I'm fine," Adama said.

Two marines entered the room.

"Could you please escort Lieutenant Sittler back to his quarters?" Adama requested.

The marines each grabbed me under my arms and began to pull me back towards my quarters. As I was being dragged along we passed by a woman. My eyes widened in recognition. It was the woman from my dream. Something was a little odd though, she was wearing a Galactica uniform, where as in my dream she had been dressed in civilian clothing. She frowned at me slightly as I stared at her. I managed to slip out of the marines' grasp and I tackled the woman from behind. I pinned her arms behind her back and searched her for a weapon.

"What are you doing?" She demanded to know.

"You're a Cylon agent." I stated. "You were about to kill Adama."

The marines grabbed me and tried to pull me off the woman. They managed to get me up to my knees when Colonel Tigh arrived.

"What's going on here?" he asked angrily.

"Lieutenant Sittler is insisting that this woman is a Cylon Agent." One of the marines replied.

Colonel Tigh looked down at me, "And how do you know that?" Colonel Tigh asked.

"I had a vision of this woman assassinating Admiral Adama." I replied. "Sir my visions have never been wrong."

"I have no idea what this man is talking about," the woman insisted.

Colonel Tigh fell silent for a few moments as he mulled over the facts in his head. "I think we're putting too much faith in a few lucky guesses," Colonel Tigh said. "But on the off chance you are right; I'll have two marines posted outside Adama's quarters."

I was able to suppress my anger. I knew that I was right. I knew that this woman was going to try and assassinate Admiral Adama. I decided to be satisfied with the knowledge that Admiral Adama would be safe at least for the evening.

"Take him back to his bunk," Colonel Tigh ordered the marines.

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I was tossed roughly onto the floor of the bunk. The marines turned and left. The room was still dark but everyone was clearly awake.

"What the hell were you doing?" Apollo asked angrily.

"I was trying to protect your father from an assassin," I answered coldly as I picked myself up off the floor. "But it doesn't seem like anyone here believes me."

"We believe you," Starbuck said. "It just, how could a Cylon get on the Galactica."

"Come on, you think I don't know about the Cylon being caged up that has Helo's baby? Give me a little credit." I said. "The Cylons could infiltrate you and you'd never know it."

Apollo got out of his bed and stood in front of me. "Are you trying to say that you're a better Cylon detector than Doctor Baltar?" Apollo asked.

"Personally I don't trust him," I said. "Since Lieutenant Valerii managed to slip through his initial test. I think that he knew she was a Cylon but just didn't tell anyone."

"Those are some pretty bold accusations you're throwing around," Apollo said.

"That's because…" I started.

But I was cut off as my head started to throb. I saw the woman from earlier. She had a pistol, she was standing in the doorway to the bunk and was shooting at me.

"What happened?" Apollo asked.

I didn't reply. I grabbed a pistol and turned towards the door and fired. Another shot rang out and it hit the ceiling of the bunk. I looked to see what had happened. The woman from earlier was lying dead outside the door a pistol in the grip of her stiff left hand. I could only really see her legs, her hand and a pool of blood that was spreading across the corridor floor.

"Frak," was the only thing that Hotdog was able to say.

"Wait a minute," Starbuck said climbing down from her bed. "She looks familiar."

Starbuck bent down and examined the body. Apollo did as well.

"Wait a minute," Apollo said. "Isn't this the Cylon prisoner from Pegasus?"

"I don't know," Starbuck replied. "But I met a Cylon that looked like this back on Caprica."

"Is it dead?" I asked.

I had not moved from where I was since I had fired the pistol. I slowly sank down to the floor and sat with my legs spread in front of me rather frightened by what had happened. I dropped the pistol to the ground and just continued to stare watching the blood spread. Starbuck looked back at me with a grim look on her face and nodded.

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Security came and dealt with the matter. I was informed that Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh would like to speak to me in the morning about what had happened but that I was allowed to rest for the remained of the night. But I wasn't about to get any restful sleep. I was tired but I was also too scared and too pre-occupied to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about my dream and how it had nearly gotten me killed. I was afraid about what the next dream might entail. But I was also thinking about what the others thought. To them I probably looked liked a raving lunatic, right up until I killed the Cylon, and possibly even now.

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Beanpole has at least proven he's not crazy, or at least not completely crazy. But has he done enough for the crew of Galactica to trust him? And just what will his next vision be? And are the Cylons beginning to suspect something and see him as a threat? If so they may want to eliminate this threat. But will they be able to?

Random Disclaimer location: I don't own Battlestar Galactica, I just wish I did.