As I promised this chapter is long, has action and I added a two surprise guests. I hope you enjoy and please review it. Thanks - Cassie

A month had pass since Kara and Sam found out she was pregnant. Sam did join up with the Marines and was almost finished with his training. Still no one knew exactly why Kara wasn't on flight status. She was about two months pregnant according to Doc Cottle with her last check up. Everything was looking good, the cravings, the mood swings, and everything else were in full swing with her.

Technically this pregnancy was Sam's entire fault and not mine, she told herself every morning as she ran to the bathroom. There wasn't a day where she didn't bite off Anders' head. Whether it was from the smallest thing like him not picking up his dirty clothes in their bedroom or turning on the light when she was sleeping. Or a big thing like him going off of Galactica and not telling her.

Sam knew that Kara wasn't having a great time with this; she had all of the classic symptoms of pregnancy. She was sick almost from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning but after she got over that an hour or so later, she was famished. Then certain smells did her in like almost anything coming from the mess. Sam brought her tea, toast and fruit for breakfast, soups and light fare for lunch and dinner. Her appetite was erratic at best and he could tell that she'd dropped a good ten pounds in the last two months.

Doc Cottle assured them that this was normal as were the extreme mood swings. One moment Kara would be biting his head off and the next she'd cling to him crying. He had to admit that he liked the nights the best. She'd curl up against his sore and aching body, if he thought training for the C-Bucs was demanding, that was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He too had lost weight and put on muscle. He was much trimmer now and when he returned to their quarters after his shower, he wanted only to sleep, but he had to look after his lovely wife.

It was starting to wear on him however. Oh he knew that she loved him. He had no doubt of that, but her mood swings were hard to put up with all the time. Like this afternoon just after Lee gave her more paperwork to do.

Kara shifted the paperwork around on her desk before putting her head in her hands and sighed. Things were just so frakked up now. She couldn't even focus on the op that Adama had assigned her to work on. She heard the bedroom door open and closed.

Sam came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her neck. "Kara…" She looked up. "How are you feeling today?"

"How do you think I feel, Sam," Kara snapped back. She was irritated with him and that stupid question that he always asked when he was done with his training. "Right now my boobs are really sore. Like they were squished under a parked truck."

"Sorry, wrong question to ask."

Pushing on the table's edge, she scooted the chair back and bumped it into Sam's legs as she got up. "I'm sick and tried of looking that these same four walls every single frakking day. I can't decide what is worse, the prison apartment on New Caprica or this room."

"Kara, I know how you must feel," he said in a placating tone realizing the moment it was out of his mouth, it was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh do you now? You know how I feel? Please tell me how the frak I feel Anders!"

Yes, he's walked into that one. "Kara," he began putting his hands on her shoulders. "I know this isn't easy for you," he said gently rubbing her tense shoulders. His legs were screaming at him to sit down but she needed him more than he needed rest.

Kara was exasperated with Sam once again. She always seemed to be pretty irritable with him when he returned from training. Of course she had gone all day working on papers, reports, and ops that no Viper pilot should have to go through. Lately she had been getting more and more visits from Lee, which never put her in a good mood when Sam came home.

The poor man looked like he had been hit by a truck and acted like it too, every time he was done with his training. Taking in a deep breath, Kara let it out as slowly as she could to calm herself back down.

"I'm just a little frustrated today, first with Lee and then you. Sometimes I wonder if men really think before they speak." She grabbed her reports that she needed to turn into Adama in five minutes and left their room with out telling Sam goodbye.

Anders sighed as he watched Kara slammed the hatch behind her. He'd given her a bit of space for he knew that she'd not really been to see anyone or any kind of a social level since they found out about the pregnancy. It wasn't widely known yet as they really wanted just to keep it between them for a little while longer.

That being said, there was a lot of speculation as to why she was no longer flying after just being reinstated. Adama knew of course, he always wanted updates on her process. And of course the medical staff and Laura Roslin. But for the most part the people understood the couple's desire for the time to enjoy this for themselves.

Sam decided to change out of his uniform and head to the gym to do a light workout to loosen up his sore muscles before hitting the steam room. He changed into a tank top and shorts and grabbed a towel before heading toward the gym.

Once again the CIC was jammed packed full of people. Three people had bumped into Kara from the moment she walked. The last person made her drop her reports and the papers went flying everywhere, which made her more frustrated.

"Here you go, Starbuck," Tigh was kind enough to lend her a hand on picking up her papers.

"Thanks Colonel. You didn't have too," she gathered her reports back up and quickly handed to Adama before something else happened to it and left.

Walking back to her quarters, she passed the mess and thought that a cup of tea would help her calm down. She made her way to the back of the mess and poured her a cup. Then the alarm went off for another Cylon attack, everyone quickly got up as she sat down to get out of the way.

Kara didn't even see that something fell into her cup as everyone was leaving, and she took a sip. There was only one other person in the mess with her. She couldn't see his face, but he wasn't wearing a uniform. He was wearing jeans, a button down t-shirt and a hat. She could have swore that she had seen that shirt before. "Civilians," she mumbled to herself as she finished her cup of tea.

Feeling groggy and disoriented all of a sudden, she looked back down at her cup staring into it, trying to figure out what she just drank to make her feel this way. Looking back up, she tried to stand up but then quickly changed her mind when her legs decided that they couldn't support her weight.

Sharon popped her head around the corner on the mess or that's who Kara thought she was. Sharon wasn't in her flight suit like she was just moments ago, she was in civilian clothes.

"Hey Starbuck."

"What are you doing here Sharon? I thought that there was a Cylon attack going on," Kara stated as the grip around her cup loosen and it fell to the floor.

"They didn't need me right now. How are you feeling? Groggy, lightheaded, can't move?" Sharon said as she walked up to Kara and nodded to the man in the corner. "Did you give it to her already?" He got up, nodded and walked over to Kara as well.

How did she know exactly what I'm feeling like? Kara thought to herself. She looked down at the broken cup on the ground then over to the man. The man turned and faced Kara, and she gasped. "Leo…"

Leoben placed his hand over Kara's mouth and didn't allow her scream to reach to the hatch of the mess. "Shh… Kara it's going to be okay," he grinned, "You're coming back with me. Then we can start all over again and have a family of our own this time."

Sharon took out a syringe and stabbed it into Kara's neck and injected her with something.

Kara continued to put up a fight until the effects of the drug started kicking in.

"This will only keep her out for a few minutes. We need to get out of here before they figure that Starbuck's missing. Our attack isn't going to stop until we are back aboard the basestar." Number eight said as she let Leoben place Kara's arm around his shoulder.

Anders was walking to the mess to grab a bottle of water when something odd caught his attention. It looked like Kara. She was being helped down the corridor by two people, one of whom looked like Athena. "Starbuck!" Sam called out.

Instead of stopping and addressing him, Sam saw they their steps hurried. Kara was half walking and half being dragged. Something was very wrong. He hurried after the trio shouting for them to stop. Then he saw Sharon turn her head and for some reason he knew it wasn't their Sharon. Cylons! And they had Kara!

Kara tried to stop, she was applying the brakes, but her legs kept on walking. It was like her brain was separated from the rest of her body.

The grip that Leoben had on her arm tightens and pulled her closer into his body. "This way, Kara," he whispered in her ear as he continued to push her down the corridor to vacant hanger deck, that hadn't be used in over a year. Sharon had left them behind to start up the Raptor since Anders had spotted them and was on their tails.

Just like Sharon had said the effects of the drug on Kara were starting to wear off. Once the hanger deck, she started gaining the movement and control back in her arms and legs. Leoben grasped her forearm; his grip was firm but not hurting.

"Let... go."

Still, he said nothing, merely stared at Kara with an unreadable expression.

"I said..."

Kara tugged and as she tugged, she was overcome by the wrongness of the situation. She saw that Leoben was pulling her towards the Raptor. The air between them had changed and if she was reading it right, it was for the worse. A shiver worked along her spine as fear began to settle in her mind.

Intent burned in Leoben's gaze and Kara felt his body tensing, strength coiling, that split-second notice she had that he was going to do something to her. She lashed out before he could think, going for his neck and missing, nails dragging down his cheek instead. His fingers tightened on her arm and then she was being turned, twisted, her arm behind her back and her body crashing into the side of the Raptor with him slamming against her. He pushed her harder into the Raptor.

"Big mistake Kara."

Kara let out cry of pain as her stomach was being squished up against the Raptor. "Please stop Leoben," she begged as tears fell down her face. "Please stop."

He eased up, having no clue on why she cried like that. Did I really hurt her?But Kara never begs for anything. Grabbing Kara's other arm, he starting to push her up and into the Raptor.

Anders was now close enough to see that Kara was fighting back but Leoben was shoving her into a Raptor. Sam dropped his bag and grabbed the gun he had in there. He'd only gotten it a few days ago and as a Marine, he was obliged to carry it around with him. He brought it up in one smooth movement since he was used to handling a firearm.

"Let her go!" He shouted holding the handgun dead center on the Cylon's chest. "Let her go and step back," he ordered carefully moving up.

"I don't think so," Leoben smirked, "I've worked to hard to get her back and I'm not going to allow you to ruin it now.

Sam's blue eyes swept over the other Sharon. "You too, get your hands up and up against the ship! Move!"

"Kara is coming with us," Leoben said. He'd stopped shoving Kara into the ship but he placed a hand on her breast and squeezed almost brutally.

Kara lashed out against his cruel touch but he held her tightly against his side.

"I said to let her go," Anders' voice was low and deadly, his azure eyes glittering hard in the dim lighting of the hanger.

"Sam, no! Get out of here…" All in seconds, something in Kara's shoulder popped, agony so sharp that she couldn't even cry out as it took her over. Kara's eyes watered from it, her body jerking.

Leoben didn't release her arm, keeping the pressure and the pain constant. "Scream, Kara. You know you want to."

"No," Kara softly groaned out in pain. Her shoulder felt stretched now, almost separate from her body. Nausea crawled about her belly and she wondered how upset he'd be if she tossed her lunch all over him.

"I don't want to hurt you, Kara, because I do love you, but this is to teach you a crucial lesson. We all need lessons from time to time. You're no different. So let's start this lesson with Anders."

Before Kara could react, Leoben pulled out a handgun and pointed it straight at Sam, while still applying pressure to her shoulder. "No..." was all that Kara managed to get out of her throat. With a twist of his hands, he realigned her shoulder. There was another pop and the pain throbbed even more.

Sam heard Kara gasp in pain at the cruel way he was twisting her arm behind her back and rage flooded through him. How dare he treat her in such a way! Even as he professed to love her. Still he kept his head. He controlled the adrenaline that surged through his body. "I said to drop it and let her go," his voice calm yet with a steely edge to it.

"I'm right you do need a lesson Anders, too bad you won't be around long enough to learn from it."

Sam had both Cylons to keep an eye on. The Sharon skin job was watching, just watching, and Leoben had a gun. Sam's own gun re-centered on the Cylon's chest. "Drop it!" Anders shouted. He knew Leoben wouldn't comply.

Kara no longer cared about her shoulder, whether it was sprained or broken. She grabbed Leoben from behind, trying to knock him down to the ground, like she tried in the apartment on New Caprica. She got her hands around his throat, but that didn't stop him from what he was about to do. Leoben's fingers pulled the trigger of the handgun.

He saw the muzzle of the weapon flash as if in slow motion at the same instant that Kara had managed to knock Leoben off kilter. Sam felt a white hot searing pain slam into his leg just above his knee just as he returned fire. He fell to the deck, the side of his head smacking sharply against the hard floor. His vision wavered in and out for a moment. He saw Kara's legs buckle and Leoben sling her body over his shoulder. Anders tried to call out, tried to move. The edges of his vision were blurred and the darkness of unconsciousness was approaching. "Kara..." he breathed as his pain-filled blue eyes began to slip closed.

Leoben placed Kara down on the floor of the Raptor. "Don't move Kara."

Kara was grasping for air, still trying to figure out what had happened. She heard a gun shot, but it was too loud for just one shot. Where was Sam? She took in short shallow breaths as she looked up and saw that Leoben was leaning over her. "Stay… away from… me you… frakking… toaster." No air was going into her lungs. Black spots swam on her vision, his image tilting sharply. Her nausea increased. She saw that his shoulder was bleeding.

"Are you okay Leoben?" The other Sharon called out as she dropped something on the floor of the Raptor.

Kara couldn't see what it was but it sounded heavy. "Let me go!"

"The shoulder will heal, but Kara needs medical attention now!" Leoben screamed over the Raptor's engines.

The rending sound of her shirt tearing was just one more thing that would haunt Kara later, a new pain to replace old ones. She knew her struggles were ineffectual, yet still she tried. Had to fight him until she couldn't do it anymore.

"Kara! Stop moving! You've been shot. Let me take care of this."

Kara held her breath, grimacing as she consciously felt his hand on her chest. Shortly after that she felt lightheaded and sleepy, closing her eyes made it feel better.

"Kara, stay with me," Leoben begged as he gently shook her to keep her wake. "Sharon let's go!"

Moments later Kara could not longer keep her eyes open. She let the darkness over take her.