Will of the Gods – Part 3

Summary: Kara has to accept new things about her life, and gets some unwanted help along the way.

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Author's note: Ok, I know I haven't updated in ages but here it is, the next chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but it really couldn't be helped. I'm already working on the next chapter so if you like this one please review and let me know if I should continue posting or not!

Pain shot through the Commander's body like the air rushed from an airlock, fast and blunt until there was nothing left. Unfortunately for the commander, his entire body felt like it was full of airlocks.

The pain was so much that, for the first time in his life, William Adama felt like quitting. Felt like giving everything up and just letting the inevitable happen, letting the awaiting peace encase him. But that was not like Hustler, and a stubborn voice in the back of his head told him so. It also told him that there were still things to live for, still people to live for. Faces flashed in front of him, carrying with them too many emotions to understand; Tigh, the President, Dee, Chief, Specialist Cally, Billy… But two faces stood out far beyond the others; his children - his strong son and beautiful daughter. The most important things still worth living for.

Thoughts of his children made Adama happy. They made him feel strong and invulnerable, like nothing in the world could touch him. Not even a gunshot…

Yet they also made him feel crazy, and so angry that he was almost certain he was about to explode. His son's strong willed independence and instinctual control was what would eventually kill Adama, he was sure. Although Kara's reckless and impulsive flying could quite easily give him a heart attack…

Adama could suddenly hear a faint chuckle.

"Don't worry dad, it won't be Lee or Kara who're the end of you."

William's eyes widened. He was standing in space. Actual space, with the stars and nothingness surrounding him. And next to him was standing his youngest son, his deceased son.

"Unbelievable isn't it?" Zak breathed.

Adama opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find any words.

Zak chuckled again "I think this is the first time ever in my life that I've made you speechless."

William cleared his throat "According to memory it would be."

"Good circumstances for it to happen though." Zak said amiably, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"What circumstances are we in exactly?" the Old Man growled.

"I'm hear to help put you back on the right track."

"I was off track?"

"Everybody is." His son's tone was grave. "And that needs to change."

"Definitely." Adama nodded his head "Morale is so…" He stopped at the sound of his son chuckling again. "What?"

"You're just so great Dad," Zak said earnestly "I don't think I've ever told you that enough. You were the perfect role model growing up, the perfect example of all fathers, although I guess I'm a bit bias on that point. You're the best commander to have ever served the Colonial Fleet and one of the few people who have a certain chance of saving humanity. And you just take things in your stride. You're not going to let a gunshot slow you down and you don't even question me being here."

"I don't want to know," the Old Man replied gruffly "Because it'll probably involve you saying you'll have to leave at the end of it."

Zak sighed "I'm afraid that's a given dad."

The commander nodded slowly "What were you saying about being off track?"

Zak nodded his head "Ok. Business side first, I can do that. Humanity's stuck."

"Stuck?" The commander said.

"Yup. Stuck."

"Just stuck? Nothing else? No tactical or moral information here, just stuck?"

"Ok Dad, first thing's first," Zak said "you need to get out of your commander head. This isn't going to be solved by military thinking. You need your father head on."

"Father head?"

"Yeah. You need to be thinking about your children now. They're the only hope humanity has."

The Old Man simply stared at his son, confusion written in every line on his face.

Zak took a deep breath. "I'm going to explain now, properly. But you can't interrupt 'cos its kinda confusing enough already for me and I'm the one with all the answers."

William nodded for his son to continue.

"Good. The Gods created us. They controlled us and gave us purposes, destinies. But there were so few of us that we were encouraged to grow. And grow we did. In fact we grew too much. We grew to the size of thirteen colonies. Then came the trouble. The Gods watched over us, protecting us and guiding us. They were having a hard job of it, there being so many of us, but they were coping. Until the thirteenth tribe left. Now I know the Gods should have been controlling everything and therefore the tribe shouldn't have left, but they believed in us having a certain amount of control over our own lives so that's how that happened. When the thirteenth colony left they were stretched, they couldn't watch everywhere all the time so they started to miss things. At first it was just small things that were inconsequential, but after awhile the big things started to get messed up as well. That's how the cylons evolved and rebelled. So the Gods had to do something. They decided to start again. But instead of starting over they allowed the cylons to have their holocaust and chose the people they needed to survive."

Zak took a deep breath "And that's how we get to today. Humanity's destiny is now the intertwined destinies of certain key figures. Events are happening that need to be happening but some things aren't. In fact two certain people are holding up what needs to be happening."

Zak looked his father straight in the eye "I'll give you one guess at who those two people are."

"Lee and Kara." The Old Man breathed.

"Bingo."

"But how do their destinies," his father struggled with the word "affect the rest of us?"

"Certain things have to happen for humanity to survive. Lee and Kara are holding them up." Zak said "I know its vague but I can't go into a lot of detail and it isn't entirely mapped out yet either so…"

Adama nodded "What is it my pilots are suppose to do?"

Zak chuckled again "I told you dad, you need your father head on right now, not your military one."

"And what would my 'father head' be able to understand that my 'military head' couldn't?"

"C'mon dad, its Lee and Kara."

For the second time with his son William Adama's eyes widened "You're not talking about-"

Zak nodded "Bingo."

"But they-"

"Never talk about it? Never do anything about it? Avoid it at all costs? Yep. And that's got to change. They're holding everything up Dad. I know they're just following their own decisions but its gone too far now. They've had chances to make it right for themselves and they haven't, for various reasons. So now they need some help."

"So that's why I need my 'father head'?"

Zak nodded "Lee thinks if he does something he'll somehow disappoint you. That it'd be like he was trying to replace me in Kara's eyes and therefore take away what you saw with the two of us. Make it into something else, something he thinks you won't like."

"That's ridiculous." Adama growled.

"I know. But he doesn't need to hear that from me."

William looked into his son's eyes "I have to talk to him?"

Zak nodded. "You're the only thing that's holding him back. The rest of the stuff he can deal with on his own. This you need to help him with."

"What about Kara?"

Zak smiled "She's not going to run anymore."

William nodded "Good."

"She's meant to be an Adama Dad," Zak said softly "She's meant to be your daughter. She's just meant to be with your other son." Zak met his father's eyes firmly "And you have to make sure that happens. It's the will of the Gods."

Willaim nodded again, not entirely understanding but determind..

Zak smiled and turned from his father.

"Wait," Willaim said "You're not-"

"Yep. Have to. I need to go give a few final shoves before I can sit back and watch it all play out like its suppose to." Zak grinned at his father "Don't worry dad, I'll be around."

William Adama opened his eyes in Galactica's sickbay with a small smile on his face. He moved his head slightly and coughed for the attention of the nurse who was reading the monitor next to him.

She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Would you get my son for me?"

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