Several hours after Kara had returned to the cave with Cottle, Lee finally showed signs of waking up again.

"Hey Captain, time to wake up." She said, squeezing his hand. She let out a relieved breath when Lee's eyes fluttered open and he gave her a small smile.

"Morning."

"Good Morning." Kara returned the smile. She could still see a slight numbness in his eyes, but this time she knew it would fade as soon as all traces of the morpha had left his system. "Hungry?" She asked, already warming up the soup.

"Not really." Lee yawned.

"Hey, you're not falling asleep again. And I'm not heating this soup again. Now get up."

Groaning, Lee followed her orders and tried to pull himself into a sitting position. He winced when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Good." Kara said dryly when she saw the pain reflect on Lee's face.

"Good?" Lee stared at her in disbelief. He knew they hadn't gotten along very well the last few months, but now she was finding pleasure in his pain?

"The morpha isn't working anymore." Kara explained. She wasn't sure how she should tell him what Zarek did to him. What she let him do because she didn't pay enough attention.

"Just give me another shot." Lee groaned, holding his chest. His whole body hurt like hell.

"Sorry, can't do that."

"Did we run out of it?"

"No, there's still some left, but ..." Her voice trailed off.

"But?" Lee sensed that something wasn't right.

"Lee, Zarek gave you morpha injections, more than you actually needed. That's why you've been asleep all this time. He wanted ..." Kara paused and let out another breath. "Oh frak, who knew what he really wanted. He's a frakking bastard and he's lucky to be still alive."

"Was he trying to ... you know, kill me?" Lee asked hesitantly after a moment. Zarek had tried to kill him before, it wouldn't be surprising if he'd try again. Lee just didn't understand what he was trying to gain from it this time.

"No, he ... he said he didn't want to harm you. He thought ... this is stupid. He thought I wasn't concentrating enough when you were awake." Kara looked uncomfortably down at her hands. "Of course that's ridiculous."

"Of course." Lee said. Why wouldn't Kara be able to concentrate if he was awake? His presence had never made much of a difference to her.

"Here, the soup is ready." Kara handed him the cup she had filled the soup in. She was pleased to see that his hands weren't shaking anymore, even though he still appeared weak.

"It tastes awful." Lee complained.

"I know." Kara laughed. For a while she watched Lee slowly eating until she remembered Cottle's orders. "I better wake the Doc."

"Cottle's here?" Lee asked surprised, searching the cave with his eyes until he found him sleeping near the fire. "What else did I miss?"

"Not much more." Kara chuckled. Then she quickly told him about their "visit" to the city.

"Good to know they're all right." Lee said when Kara had finished.

"Yeah ... and as soon as Tyrol gets us a radio, we can contact Galactica. Your father will be pleased to now you're still alive."

Lee didn't reply. He put the cup on the floor and looked sadly at his hands. He wasn't even sure if Galactica was still out there. His father could be dead by now and he would never know.

Kara saw the sadness in his eyes and she knew immediately what he was thinking. The same thoughts had crossed her mind too a few times, but she refused to accept the possibility that Galactica might be gone.

"I'll get Cottle now." She said quickly and got up.

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"Well, the good news is you don't have any internal bleeding." Cottle said when he had finished checking Lee over.

"Are you sure?" Kara asked worried.

"If he had, he'd be dead by now. So yeah, I'm sure." Cottle replied dryly.

"Oh ..."

"Good to know. So, am I okay?" Lee asked.

Cottle just gave him the look. "Do you feel okay?"

"Well ..."

"Don't answer. You will rest here as long as possible. The only thing you're allowed is getting away from the Cylons should they find you here. Captain Thrace, I expect you will make sure he doesn't get up."

"You bet I will." Kara said grinning.

Lee just rolled his eyes. He hated sitting back when he should help getting the settlers from this planet. Though he had to admit, he wasn't really feeling too good at the moment.

"So, how about breakfast?" Cottle asked.

By now both Sam and Zarek had woken up too. They had listened silently to the conversation between Cottle, Kara and Lee. Sam was relieved that Apollo wasn't dying from the injections. Kara would have never forgiven him, even though he had had nothing to do with it. He had hoped that she wouldn't be angry with him anymore, but her cold stare told him otherwise.

"I'll take care of that." He said, responding to Cottle's question. He exchanged a look with Zarek and then silently began preparing breakfast.

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Again and again Tyrol had walked by the raptors, waiting for a chance to sneak into one of them again and get the radio he had promised Starbuck. But every time there had been a Cylon patrol walking by and he hadn't dared to hang around too long to wait for them to disappear again.

Now he was sitting in his tent, frustrated that he hadn't gotten a radio yet. There had to be a way. They had gotten in once, they could do it again.

"They won't let you near the raptors again."

Startled Tyrol jumped out of his chair. Angry he looked at the woman standing at the entrance to his tent.

"What do you want?" He hissed.

"I'm here to help you, Galen." Sharon said.

"You want to help me? Then get your friends and leave this planet."

"I wish it would be that easy. But ... they're not listening to me anymore. I had some influence for some time. I thought we had changed their minds. That it was best to let you live. I was wrong. I'm sorry." Sharon looked sadly at the man she still loved more than anything.

"Sorry? I don't want your sorry. Get out of here. I don't want to talk to you." Tyrol told himself that this wasn't his Sharon. She was just another copy. They had probably sent her to get information from him. They must have figured out by now that the humans wouldn't just surrender without a fight.

"It's me, you know. I'm your Sharon."

"There never was a Sharon. Just a machine pretending to be Sharon Valerii." Tyrol swallowed. Could it really be her? Had she been resurrected and was now really standing before him?

"Well, I am that machine. I just have another body. My old one got shot, remember?" Sharon said bitter. She regretted her words immediately. She hadn't meant to argue with Galen. She really just wanted to help him.

"Well, you took the first shot. You got what you deserved." Tyrol couldn't look at Sharon as he spoke those words. He didn't mean them. At the time he would have given his life to get Sharon back, even though he had known she was a Cylon. He had hated Cally at the time. He hadn't thought it was possible for him to forgive her, even fall in love with her.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Here." Sharon handed him a bag.

"What's that?" Tyrol asked suspiciously. He wasn't willing to trust another Cylon.

"A radio. That's what you were looking for, right?"

Stunned, Tyrol looked back and forth from Sharon to the bag in her hands. "How do you know?" He whispered.

"I saw Starbuck last night. I saw her going into the main tent and I heard what you talked about. I never stopped loving you, Galen. I know ... I know you don't love me anymore and that's okay. I understand. You have Cally now. You're going to be a father. I'm happy for you. You deserve all that." With a sad smile she looked at him. "That's why I am going to betray my race. I never was really a part of them. I couldn't be because I never stopped loving you. I know that doesn't make me human but it makes me feel more human than cylon. I want your child to be born in freedom."

"Why should I believe you? Why should I believe that you want me to be happy with the woman who shot you?"

"Because that's what love is all about, isn't it? You protected me all the time we were on Galactica even though you knew something was wrong with me. You did it because you loved me. Now it's my turn to protect you. Take the radio. It's working. Tell Starbuck to go as far up in the mountains as possible. It should work then. I don't know where Galactica is, but if she's not too far away, than Starbuck should be able to reach her. The radio has a long distance transponder. It shouldn't be a problem." Sharon didn't wait any longer for Tyrol to take the bag from her. She put it on the nearest table and left the tent. She couldn't stay any longer. There had been a time when he had believed everything she told him. He had never questioned her. To see this mistrust in his eyes hurt more than she ever thought was possible.

When Sharon stepped out of the tent, she practically ran into Cally. She froze immediately, memories of their last encounter rushing through her mind. She remembered how Cally had suddenly stood before her, pointing a gun at her and without hesitation shooting her. She remembered Galen's arms holding her tightly, his whispered words and the sudden awakening on the Cylon Homeworld in one of the resurrection tanks, surrounded by her so called family. Cally had been a friend for her all those years on the Galactica, now there was nothing left but hate. How could Galen have married her? Her murderer?

Cally just stared at Sharon, not saying anything. She had listened to the conversation between her and Galen and she had a hard time understanding how he could have just let her in to their home. She still felt nothing but hate for this woman. She had always thought she would feel regret, the urge to apologize. After all, she had asked Galen to forgive her for what she had done. Shouldn't she ask the same from Sharon? But the memory of what this woman, no this machine had done to her husband, how much pain she had put him through, allowed no such feelings. She had always asked herself if she had made the right choice. She had shot a woman who had been her friend for a long time in cold blood. Seeing Sharon, the Cylon, standing now directly in front of her, erased all doubts weather she did the right thing or not. She was a machine, a toaster. She and her people had betrayed them and if she ever had the chance, she would do it again.

They both kept staring at each other for another moment, than Sharon brushed passed her and walked away. Cally watched her disappearing behind a tent before she stepped inside her home. She saw her husband standing in front of the table, staring at the bag.

"Do you trust her?" Cally asked quietly.

Surprised Tyrol looked up. He hadn't noticed his wife stepping in. "You heard us?"

Cally nodded silently.

"Yes, I do. I trust her." He didn't know why he had said that. A second ago he had asked himself the same question and he hadn't had an answer. But speaking the words out loud had made it clear for him. Yes, he did trust her. He had seen into her eyes and it were the same eyes that had told him her love so long ago. "I trust her."

"Then let's give Starbuck the radio. And let's pray that this isn't some Cylon trap."

Nodding Tyrol opened the bag. There really was a radio in it. He would check it through thoroughly before he would pass it on to Starbuck. He trusted Sharon, but he wasn't going to ask anyone else to put their trust in her. He looked back to his wife, his eyes wandering over her body until they rested on her belly. He would be a father in a few weeks. The day he had married Cally he had promised himself that he would do anything to protect his family. He just hoped he wasn't making a mistake right now.

Tbc

A.N.: Thanks to Laurie for beta reading this chapter. And thanks to everyone else for the great reviews. I hope you like this chapter too.