And I'm back….After an unintentional break, the muse has once again started flowing (after some gentle prodding ;-)). Loving the new season, but the direction RDM has gone doesn't match this at all, damn him! So, this is now AU entirely.

If anyone is still reading I'd love to hear your thoughts, good, bad or indifferent.

GBrit

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It all happened so quick. That was the lasting impression in Saul's mind. Just for a moment blocking out the horror of the situation he could reflect on how fast that first time went. After weeks of slow drawn out abuse it was almost clinical.

Not that that really mattered, it had just surprised him. Of course looking back now he could see it meant nothing. The first time was all about Leobon, about how he had waited so long, about how much he believed in his destiny, and in her part of it. He rushed through it like an over eager schoolboy, desperate to satiate his hunger for her. And though he was quick, he was brutal, keen to assert his power over her in everything.

Even after all this time he still remembered every second of that first assault. Of how Six stood behind him, iron grip pressing him firmly into the chair while telling him to keep watching, keep his eyes open or she would personally snap Kara's fingers again, one for every minute he looked away. It was only much later he realised the 'again' comment and when he'd asked Kara if she knew what that meant he learned that sometimes ignorance was bliss.

In quick succession he had watched as Leobon had untied Kara's hands, her arms falling limply to her side after so long restrained behind her. Before she had time to react he'd thrown her down to the floor, a vicious boot in her solar plexus robber her of breath and of fight as the cylon had retied her hands above her head and attached them to one of the ringbolts welded to the cell floor. He watched as Leobon lent back and sat on her upper legs, preventing her kicking out of him, his hand slowly reaching out to run down her body from her temple to hip, a mocking parody of a lovers touch.

Starbuck had been frantically trying to get free, to buck him off, her unintentional muted cries of distress appalling to hear, any human would have stopped just hearing those, but not Leobon. They obviously delighted him, her pain, her terror, his arousal.

And so, the cylon had finally got on and finished it. Saul would never forget the way Kara's eyes widened as the realisation hit her at that last moment that this really was happening, that she was going to be raped by this man, no, by this machine and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

He watched as her gaze landed on his, saw the tears she couldn't help, the plea for help that both knew wouldn't come and his heart broke.

And then as Leobon pushed into her for the first time he watched her eyes screw shut, her head tilt back and heard her scream.

His heart shattered.

After that it had been minutes of soul destroying horror. He kept his gaze on the wall ahead of him, above the writhing flesh on the floor, Six obviously too caught up in the scene in front of them to realise his eye line was not low enough.

He steadfastly stared at that wall, refusing to play their game, trying in any small way to leave her with some dignity. His eye line dropping once or twice when he heard a sharp cry from her, but all he saw was her frame dwarfed by the sleekly muscular cylon who was evidently pounding into her with inhuman force. His eyes back to the wall, even he didn't realise the tears falling from his eyes in a steady stream or the red raw skin circling his wrists where he continued to futilely try to escape his restraints.

And finally with a cry of victory from the cylon it was over.

The bodies stilled.

The damned cylon didn't move off her immediately. He stayed sprawled out over her, and from what Saul could tell, he was still inside her.

Kara's eyes were tightly shut, tears still leaking from under clenched eyelids. Leobon brushed away her tears, tender now, no sign of the so recent brutality. Still she didn't open her eyes, Saul couldn't blame her.

Leobon lent down, right down next to her ear, his body weighing her down as he thanked her and promised her next time would be even better. And then he withdrew from her, stood up, redressed himself, all the while roving his gaze over her broken form, she hadn't moved or opened her eyes. Clearly withdrawn into herself as the only escape method left to her.

Finally tearing his gaze from her he'd turned to Saul, a smirk spread across his features, his obvious joy at what he'd done, at her pain.

"Enjoy the show Colonel?"

That had been the last straw, Saul had let fire with a string of curses, with threats, silencing only when Six had closed off his throat with an iron grip.

Leobon had undone his restraints then but he was powerless to move against either cylon, his vision beginning to gray out. Just before he blacked out Six let him go, and before he had time to gather his wits about him, both cylons left, laughing at the misery they left broken and bleeding on the floor of that cell.