Another long chapter but I think you'll enjoy it.

Voices intruded into Kara's loneliness. Were they friends or enemies, echoes of the past or voices the present? They weren't real or were they?

…How long has she been like this?… a male voice asked.

…Hours? Not sure when she came in… a female voice answered.

…Who brought her in?… the same female voice asked but she was on the other side of Kara.

…Leoben and Sharon… a different female answered sounding like the number six model Kara fought on Caprica.

…How long was the surgery?…

…I got her in and out in 10 hours… another male voice answered. Kara knew exactly who that person was. Simon.

The voices continued. Eventually Kara opened her eyes but she wasn't in the sickbay of Galactica. The room didn't even look like it was Colonial at all. Frak me, I'm back with the Cylons, she thought to herself as her vision cleared. And the blurs to her right turned out to be Simon, Cavil, two D'Anna's and Caprica

Sam woke slowly to intense throbbing pain in his right leg. He stirred on the hard surface on which he lay but found out that he couldn't move. Both by the fact of the pain in his leg and that he was bound to some sort of table prevented him from rising much more than his head and weakly at that.

His blue eyes tracked about the room, it wasn't anything that he recognized on Galactica, but then he really hadn't been all over the ship either, but he knew that it wasn't sickbay either, of that fact he was very sure.

He struggled against his bonds but all he got from his efforts was pain shooting through his head and leg. "Hey!" He called out. "What the frak is going on?" It didn't seem to make a great deal of difference as no one showed up and all he managed to do was wear himself out and reopen his wound which now bled steadily.

Kara drifted on a sea of drugs that kept the soreness of her shoulder and chest at bay. The first thing that Kara did when she was fully awake was to see if another scar appeared on her stomach. She held her breath until she saw no scar. The second thing was if the baby was okay, since that's all that she has left of Anders now.

The Cylons moved her out of the sickbay and into a small bedroom that was guarded by two Centurions later that day. They were still waiting on some test results. Kara still hadn't gathered the strength to sit up in the bed just yet. Checking out her shoulder and gun shot wound, Leoben walked in.

"I don't think I gave the bullet heads the command to let you in," she glared at him before she cringed down with the next wave of pain in her chest.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, he rubbed her arm. "Maybe so," he tucked the covers about her, careful not to touch her shoulder, "but I'm willing to bet they would let me in anyway," he smiled and looked down at her. "Doesn't it make you mad that your husband did this to you?" He asked as he touched her chest right next to the gunshot wound. "Be glad that I shot him and killed him." He pulled out a syringe, grabbed her IV and injected her with a pain killer.

"I don't believe you. Say your lies, I know the truth." Kara looked down at the syringe. "What are you giving me?" She asked just right before she fell asleep.

"It's nothing to worry about my love," with a kiss to her cheek, Leoben turned out the lights and left.

Anders was not so tenderly treated. Oh the Cylons didn't let him bleed to death, they apparently wanted that particular pleasure for themselves. The skin job called Six entered the room where he was being held in. He didn't know just how long he'd been wavering in and out of consciousness but the one thing he did know was that his wound had become infected. He felt the heat of fever begin to burn through his body. Movement was excruciating. He couldn't think straight and all he could remember seeing is the image of Kara suddenly slumping, blood blossoming over her chest as she fell to the ground.

"You're awake. You're stronger than I gave you credit for." The sexy blond Cylon said with an unsympathetic tone. She checked his bonds even though he was much too weak to have broken free. Not that she was afraid of him, she only wanted to impress upon him that he was her captive, his life in her hands.

"Why... haven't you... killed me yet?" He asked struggling to hold his thoughts in line and keep his mind off the pain that surged through him.

"So anxious to die?" She asked him leaning over him so that her scantily clad bosom was near to his fever-bright eyes. "You'll be kept alive until we feel that you have outlived your usefulness or amusement."

"Where is Kara?" Sam asked closing his eyes against both the sight of her too real looking flesh and the constant pain.

"Anders, you know that answer already. You killed her," she said as her hand stroked his chest. "She's dead along with your child." She left Anders' side and walked over to a shelf of some sort and brought over a tray of tools. "Now tell me where Galactica is and which way to Earth."

A week might have passed, and in that week Kara thought of Sam every second. He has to be out there somewhere. She couldn't remember much after she was shot but she did remember something heavy hitting the floor of the Raptor before she blacked out.

She found a pile of new clothes set on the end of the bed the next morning. She had gathered up the rest of her strength to sit up in the bed. She struggled, crying out a little when pulling on the shirt caused that a wave of pain in her shoulder and chest. She sat still, playing with the hem of the shirt a long while before fumbling with the buttons down the front. There was no way she could wear her usual clothes just yet. More time was spent trying to pull on and fasten her pants and once that was accomplished, Kara had abandoned the idea of shoes. Moving hurt too much. Kara heard the Centurions move and looked up, and there he was and he didn't look happy either.

"Woke up on the wrong side of your lonely bed?" She spat out. "What are you doing here again?" The Centurions moved again and she saw Simon and Six walk in the room.

Simon walked up to Kara. "Have a seat Kara. I looked over your test results we did after your surgery. Looks like someone has been busy after New Caprica. Even managed to get yourself pregnant with only one ovary." He stated.

"To bad Sam will never see his child." Six added.

Leoben cut in," You foiled my plans, God's plan. You and I were going to have a child. A family of our own. Us." He shook his head and walked out.

"What the frak did you do to my baby!" Kara said with a stern tone, as she rubbed her stomach with her left hand. Growing worried that they had either killed it already or were planning on too soon, but she never let her true emotion escape to her face.

"Let's just say Leoben wasn't too happy when I told him, but I'm not a murder Kara." Simon said as he grabbed hold of Kara's IV.

Leoben stormed back into the room. "I want that thing dead by tomorrow and we will continue with my plan."

Simon looked back at Leoben as the drugs put Kara back to sleep. "I'm not killing that child. God will not forgive us of that sin."

"Then get Number Six to do it. She seems to not care about killing babies." Leoben stormed out of the room and down the corridor.

Simon looked back at Kara's sleeping body. "You have nothing to worry about Kara. I'm not going to let Leoben follow through his plans."

Anders didn't know just how long he'd been there, not yet just where he was, all he knew was that he felt on fire with fever and pain. The thrashed restlessly on the bed the Cylons finally transferred him to when it was apparent that the young man was in no condition to resist in anyway.

He'd been secured there as well and given some medical attention for they didn't wish him to die just yet. Six especially thought that he'd have something to tell them for he now wore a set of Colonial military dog tags which identified him as military. She had questioned him relentlessly when he was lucid enough to comprehend but he was stubborn to the point of refusing even the most basic of questions.

His leg had become infected and the Cylons were trying to fight it but it was resistant to the drugs they had. Sam's alarmingly high fever had dropped to safer levels, but he was still in danger for it had not been completely eradicated and unless they could find something that would fight the infection, he would die.

It was one of the Sharon models that took pity upon Anders as he lay on the bed soaked with fever sweat and pain. She didn't seem to agree with what the others were doing to him, the physical and mental torture.

The Six model seemed to delight in telling Sam that he'd shot his wife and killed her on the hanger deck. He prayed to the gods that it wasn't true and felt in his heart that it wasn't. But all he could remember were scattered bit of memory one of which was the image of Kara falling and blood blooming over her chest.

Someone entered the room and approached him. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing as slow and even as he could while his somewhat fuzzy senses tried to discern who was going to bother him now. A cool hand lay lightly over his hot brow and then removed being replaced by a cool damp cloth. It was heaven to feel the coolness against his burning flesh. He barely suppressed the urge to sigh in relief.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" The voice asked. It sounded like Sharon.

He didn't answer and he felt her loosen the bindings on his wrists.

Her fingers rested lightly against his wrist to feel his high, rapid flutter of his pulse. "Damn it," she cursed and called for a Centurion to enter.

Sam heard the metallic footsteps on the floor and felt himself being lifted as if he weighed no more than a feather. He was brought out of the room and taken down the hallway. Now was the time to try and escape! His mind called out but his body refused to obey his commands. He was being taken to their sickbay.

The Sharon model ordered the bullet head to gently lay Anders on the table. "We're losing him. What good is he if he dies before he's well enough to tell us what we need to know?" She demanded and ordered the doctor, who was a Simon model, to do something for him.

"Leoben has no idea that your child is still alive. I lied to him about the tests. You just have to watch yourself. Keep the IV in and try to rest. Most of all be careful of your stitches. Your wound still hasn't fully healed. Any type of strain could rip them and it would start bleeding again."

Kara got of the bed and slowly and carefully walked up to Simon. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This," she pointed back and forth between the place of her and Simon, "why are you taking care of me and my child?"

"There are some things that can't be explained Kara. I had a feeling that whatever Leoben wants with you it wasn't right."

"But you don't have feelings or emotions. You have programs that make you think at."

"Kara just be glad I didn't follow through with Leoben's plans and let's leave it as that." Simon turned to walk out of Kara's room. "I will check on you later this afternoon. Here's a clean shirt for you," he placed the shirt on chair and left.

Kara nodded and stood in front of the mirror, pulling off her dirty shirt and started to check herself out. She ran her fingers over the small gun shot wound scar right above her right breast. The stitches looked awful like a ten year old sewed her up. She thanked the gods that she was still living today and cursed them at the same time. Her shoulder wasn't killing her for once in two weeks. Yes Leoben and Simon both told her that she had been back with him for two weeks now.

She started buttoning the top buttons of her clean shirt, and stop just right above her stomach. Lightly running her hands over her stomach, she smiled. Kara Anders was actually going to be a mother. Who would have thought? She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a conversion going on outside her room. Kara still thought it was weird that the Cylons didn't have doors. Did they not believe in privacy?

…trust me… we have to… Kara… Sam… Caprica's voice broke in and out.

…his leg… infection… he's not going to… Sharon's voice replied to Caprica.

…what about… she and the baby are okay… Simon added into the conversion.

Kara squinted. What was that about? Kara lost her balance as she tried to move toward the corridor to hear better. Damn drugs! She thought to herself. Slowly walking up to the two bullet heads that guarded her, she tried to look out the corridor. The Centurions pushed her back into the room and Leoben came up behind them. "What's going on! I want to know right now!" She demanded as she finished buttoning the rest of her shirt.

For a change, Sam was not floating in a sea of heat and pain. He was floating but in peace. His blue eyes still fever glazed opened and he saw that he was in a different room, at least he thought he was, not that he could really be sure of anything. It was perhaps larger and full of medical equipment. He turned his head carefully aware of pain that throbbed just below the conscious level and saw a woman. He cringed back thinking it was the blond bombshell torturer but as his vision cleared he saw that it was Sharon, or one of them.

"Sam?" She said softly. "My God Sam what have they done to you?"

"Huh?" He croaked his voice hoarse from dryness and disuse. He swallowed convulsively trying to get moisture into his mouth. She held out a cup to his parched lips and he swallowed gratefully.

"Never mind, we have to get you and Starbuck out of here before you do die on us."

Sam blinked. "Athena?" She nodded. "Starbuck?" He asked jerking upright on the table, or trying to but he was much too weak. "No… no, Starbuck's dead, Sharon. I killed her," he said as his head fell back on the pillow. "They told me I killed her. I was just trying to protect her. It was an accident."

"Since when did the Samuel Anders I once knew believed anything the Cylons told him?" Sharon raised an eyebrow as she brought a cool damp cloth to his forehead. "She's fine, she was injured, but she's fine Sam," she assured him.

Relief flooded through his body. "Where is she at?" They had lied to him about her. He knew that in his heart. He smiled tiredly.

"I walked passed her room earlier. She was giving Leoben a piece of her mind. You're safe for now. I'll be back soon and we'll get you out of here." She promised and then disappeared.

Anders didn't know if it had been a dream or not. "She's alive. Kara's alive," he whispered to himself. He tried to rise but his head swam at the attempt and he fell back into deep, healing slumber.

"Nothing is going on Kara," Leoben said as her pushed her on the bed, rubbing her stomach. "It's truly a miracle from God," he smiled down at her. "Like I said before Kara, it's going to be an amazing child."

Kara froze as she remembered the dreams that she was having lately. The ones with Leoben in them. He always told her that this child was going to be an amazing child. She shook her head and glared at Leoben. "Don't touch me you frakking toaster! Plus its not even yours, I never let you near me for that to happen."

"There are many ways to impregnate a woman without having sex. Remember when I knocked you out on New Caprica. It was several minutes before Sam got there to save you."

"You sick bastard. I don't believe you. Love is the key."

"But you told me you loved me."

"I lied! I frakking lied to distract you!" She yelled back as she sprung off the bed with new strength and pushed him on the wall.

"What are you doing Kara?" He was surprise himself to see her like this. He didn't think she had it in her anymore.

"Something I have being waiting awhile to do to you." Starbuck was shining through Kara, as she was crushing his throat. Then without thinking or feeling, she heard a snap in his neck and he was no longer breathing. The two Centurions didn't even turn around when Kara let Leoben's dead body hit the ground. "That was for Sam."

The Centurions were leaving their posts when a Sharon model came up to them. "Nice work Starbuck."

Kara turned around to find Sharon right in her face. "Come to interrogate me next, huh? Let me out and I'll save you a trip to download city as Seelix puts it."

Sharon shook her head. "How about this Starbuck, I let you out and take you home, back to Galactica. You and Sam. Then Helo can beat the frak out of you two for being so careless. Apollo can scream and punch you for vanishing without a trace." Sharon let out a deep sigh. "Do you have any clue what Helo and Apollo have put me through?"

"Athena?" Kara asked.

Sharon nodded in return. "The Old man sent me after you two have been missing for two days. It took me two weeks to find this basestar. We have to hurry I don't think Sam is going to last much longer, Kara."

"Wait… wait you said that Sam is here. They told me that he died. Wh… What's wrong with him?" Kara asked as Sharon pulled on her arm to come with her.

Sharon put her finger to her lips as she led Starbuck out into the corridor. They slipped down one and then three others until they stopped beside a closed door. "Kara what I'm about to show you is not pretty. Sam's inside, he was shot in the leg, and the infection festered. He's been tortured too for information on Galactica and Earth. They almost lost him due to the raging infection but at the moment he'd stable. They just don't have the drugs to help him. He needs to be back on Galactica." Sharon warned her.

Kara nodded as she opened the door, her heart was in her throat at what she'd found within. The room was dimly lit and Sam lay on a bed at the far wall. He was lying so still that it frightened both women as they entered. His face was pale and sweat slackened, the only spots of color in his face were the bright red of his cheeks that showed clearly just how ill he was. The smell was awful in the room. Sam looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. Kara gagged as she almost threw up. She eventually got used to the smell and flew over to him and sat at his side. He gave a grunt of pain but didn't wake.

"Sam?" Her voice called out to him. "My gods…" was all that manage to escape her lips. She had seen many horrendous things with her military career but nothing had prepared her for this.

Sam was dreaming of Kara. Holding her in his arms in their bedroom. Kara was farther along with her pregnancy. Both of them smiling when the baby kicked hard against their hands. Please don't wake me from this dream. He wanted so badly to open his eyes just to see her, touch her hand, to hold her once again. But some how he didn't think that was possible anymore.
"Sam please open your eyes and let me know that you are still here. Please." Kara begged as she stroked his burning hot cheek with her hand. "You're safe now, it's okay. I'm here now and I'm not going to let anything else happen to you. We are going home, so you need to wake up."
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