She lay there, staring at the harsh light overhead. She heard the familiar click of the cell door as one of the few marines left on this decaying hulk of wires and metal closed it tightly.

Closing her eyes, she could feel him as he came to the phone on the wall. But she would not answer him. Her insides felt cold as the familiar ache of her loss hit her. It had been more than a year, but the pain of it still cut like a knife.

What Helo didn't understand, what he refused to understand, is how could he possibly have made it worse?

They would pay. They would all pay. She knew what was happening when the ship had jumped away. She could feel their presence as the Basestars jumped into the planet's system. And she did not care.

She had just returned from the Admiral's quarters. He had asked her to help again. Help them fight off the Cylons; send a pulse like she had before to disable them. But it would not happen again. Sharon had refused. Adama had clearly felt the hatred in her eyes when she denied his request.

But she would have her revenge. It had already begun. And no matter what her feelings for Helo still were, they could not overcome the pain.

She pulled her extra pillow from beneath her head and hugged it to her stomach. It helped sometimes to take away the pain she felt, but it also made her remember the feelings of having the baby in her womb; before they took it from her.

As she listened to Helo banging on the glass, begging her to reconsider, Sharon turned on her side to look at him. And she smiled.

They wouldn't know what hit them.