A.N.-Here's part five. You guys know the drill. After this, I'm going to by posting less, since this was the last part that already done. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Admiral Adama report to the lifestation. Admiral Adama please report to the lifestation."

Adama looked up from the papers on his desk for a minute, not moving, before getting out of the chair faster than he had in years.

Kara.

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She didn't look at him at all. She just continued to stare straight ahead, as if she'd never heard him.

"Kara?" he tried again. He was her husband, damnit. If he couldn't get a reaction out of her, who would?

"Kara damnit, talk to me!"

She didn't even blink.

"Kara Anders, you better talk to me this instant. I'm your frakking husband, damnit."

Starting at the hand resting on his shoulder, he looked up at the face of Admiral Adama. "I think it's best if you leave now, son. She isn't going to respond."

Sam opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it again. If he were truly honest with himself, he knew that the older man was telling the truth. If we completely honest, he knew that he was probably one of the last people she'd respond to, at least in a positive manner. He'd abandoned her. He'd left her to those bastards. She'd risked her life to go back to Caprica and save him after knowing him for only a week and what did he do? Nothing. He was her frakking husband and he just sat on his ass at home twiddling his thumbs, convincing himself that it was too dangerous. He was a frakking coward.

Raising from the chair and walking towards the door, Sam turned around as he was about to walk through, stopping to watch the Admiral.

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Bill Adama rested one hand on the bed, running the other through Kara's now long blonde hair. She really did look even more beautiful with longer hair.

"I know you don't want to talk. I'll respect your wishes. I can only imagine what they did to you." Bill paused to take a deep breathe. The anger that was simmering beneath the surface was fighting to make itself known as he thought about what was done to her.

But he had to stay strong. For Kara. He was her family. "I just want you to know that I'm here. Whenever you need me. I'm not leaving."

Bill looked at her for a few seconds before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm glad to have you back, Starbuck." As he began to pull back, he watched a tear run down her cheek, the only outward sign that she'd heard him. Smiling slightly, he squeezed her shoulder, before turning away.

She'd be fine.

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Sam slipped out the door before the Admiral saw that he'd been watching the entire time. In all the time that he'd known her, he'd never once seen Kara shed a tear. He'd never seen the Admiral show that much emotion, for that matter. It was obvious that those two shared something that he would never understand. That he could help his wife in a way he would never be able to.

Hell, both the Adama men would do more to help his wife than he ever would. He knew that although Lee had been mostly absent from sickbay, that the man was not without his share of grief over the matter. He'd been there when Kara had been taken out of the raider. He'd heard Lee's screams. He'd watched Lee's breakdown a few days previous.

Hell, he watched as every day Lee Adama sank deeper into a pit of guilt. He could see it eating away at the other man as each day passed. And much as he used to dislike the guy for his hold over Kara, he had to admit that even he hadn't cared that much. And that hurt. To know that the man who hadn't seen her in almost two years was more broken up over her condition than her own husband. To know that the man who kara claimed she didn't even care that much about would be able to nurse her back to health when he couldn't.

And as Samuel Anders walked away from the sickbay, he realized that he had never had Kara Thrace. Not really. She belonged to the two men who were tearing themselves up over her, one in the room with her, one elsewhere, no doubt condemning himself for his actions.

And he knew that when she finally made it back to reality, that he'd have to let her go. And surprisingly enough, that though didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

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Lee knew she'd awoken; it appeared as though everyone had made it their mission to inform him of the fact. He was just too afraid to go visit her. Afraid to see the anger, the hurt, the mistrust in her eyes. She'd take one look at him and tell him to leave her, never see her again. She wouldn't want a coward around her.

Of course, his father insisted that Kara wasn't like that, and he had to admit that he might be blowing things a little out of proportion, but he just wasn't sure if he could take the chance. The thought of her hating him was bad enough, but if he actually had proof, it would tear him apart.

He wouldn't survive without Kara. The past two years when he'd been without her had been hell, but he'd still had the hope that one day she would return and they would fix everything. Now, she was back, but he wasn't sure if they could fix everything. And he wasn't just talking about his failure to get her from the cylons. They'd hurt eachother plenty before she'd gone to the surface, said things they didn't mean, made bad choices. Was it really possible to put all of that behind them? They weren't exactly known for their patience and forgiveness.

He would just have to hope to the Gods that his father was right. He had to believe that Kara wouldn't turn him away, that Starbuck wouldn't turn away Apollo. That she wouldn't break up the dynamic duo. He had to.

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As he drew nearer to the sickbay, he could hear the sounds of a struggle, and someone's voice yelling in protest. Feeling sick with apprehension, Lee looked in. What he saw made him stop in his tracks.

Kara lay on the bed, held down by three nurses, as Doc Cottle attempted to stick a needle in her. Kara was struggling against them, yelling, her eyes wide in stark terror.

"Please Gods no. Please no. Don't make me go back there. I don't want to go back there," she yelled over and over. Lee's heart clenched in pain, watching her.

Making a final decision, Lee stalked into the room and over to her bed. Taking her face in his hands, he forced her to look at him. "Kara. Kara look at me." Seeing that she was still struggling, Lee tried a different tactic. "Starbuck listen to me." Still nothing. "Either you stop struggling or you're grounded for life, Starbuck."

Suddenly Kara's head shot up and she looked straight into Lee's eyes. She just stared at him for a few seconds, eerily calm, before her mouth opened, and her eyes began tearing up. "Lee?"

Lee smiled at her. "It's me."

There was no change for a moment, and then it seemed as if the flood gates opened. Kara threw herself into his arms, holding onto him for dear life as great sobs wracked her body, a steady mantra of "Lee, Lee, Lee" falling from her lips.

Lee closed his eyes tightly as tears threatened to escape. He buried his face in her hair, drawing her scent in. Gods, he'd missed her. "I'm here Kara. I'm here."

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