Thank you all for your comments, and I'm sorry this took longer than I had planned, I had difficulty getting this chapter to work, but on the bright side we'll see Kara again in Chapter 7.

Chapter Six-

Leoben-

He could feel the glares running off his back from the former President and many of the people. No scratch that, all of them. He knew what they all thought; he was off to torture their favorite smart-mouthed pilot. Nothing could be farther from the truth but somehow telling them he wasn't going to hurt her probably wouldn't sink in to them. People believed what they wanted to believe, fact of life number one. Besides, they wouldn't believe he loved her anyways, so in the end even if they had the truth they would continue in believing whatever they wanted because it suited their own purposes. That his race was monsters.

Were his people really monsters? Well, they had killed billions of people and counting but monsters in and of themselves? Like the humans some of them were good and some of them like Jared were monsters. True monsters, and should be killed for the safety of everyone or at least put away so they couldn't hurt anyone. But who was he to pass judgment, God had created him for a reason, Leoben may not know what that reason was but Leoben knew he had one. God had created all things for a purpose.

He looked over at the building being constructed, its progress was coming along rapidly, Centurions had no need to sleep so they had worked all through the night, the building going much faster than he had expected. Granted the progress was hindered by the fact it was designed to be confusing to someone who did not know it, the halls were labyrinths and you could easily go in circles. He knew it would slow down production but after they got the actual building up it was more of put things where they belong and it would be done. Paint it, small housekeeping things, nowhere near as time consuming as building the actual structure.

He silently conferred with a Centurion as he walked back to the air strip, checking on the time limit the machine estimated, and yet he was so much more than that. More than a machine, he was a living breathing tool of war yes, but there was that word, living, something living out of battle armor. The Centurion was as much alive as anything else. It was really quite brilliant whoever had re-designed them from the original models. Anyway, he forced his mind back at hand and nodded as the Centurion replied back into the data stream it was projected to be two and a half days for his apartment for himself and Kara, included paint dry time and putting everything together, and nailing anything that could be used as a weapon or projectile.

Leoben thanked him, it was something that was not only him, Caprica did it and so did Boomer, but no other model did. Leoben wondered why, they deserved common curtsey, and it was his belief if they treated the robots like the humans had they would have their own uprising. Cavil just told him to shut up. Leoben knew it was folly, that same attitude was why they had killed humanity. So he made it a point to talk to the hybrid, the centurions, even Raiders. The Ones still thought he had more than a few screws loose, metaphorically speaking since he did not have actual screws, but Leoben continued on anyway.

Leoben went over his plan once more in his head. He would first bring Kara to the basestar in orbit, keep her there so she would be safe from explosions like her team had set off, but keep her asleep. No, he first wanted her to wake up in the apartment, maybe she would not feel like a prisoner that way. It was a futile hope, he knew it was a futile hope, but at least it was hopefully not going to put in her head she was going to be harmed and/or experimented on, he would not let anything, cylon or human, harm her. Leoben promised himself that, she had had more than enough pain.

He and the Simon walked into the heavy Raider, Jared opting to stay behind on the planet. Something Leoben was thankful for, her didn't want Jared anywhere near Kara. Not now, not ever, even before Jared had decided to bother him with what he had said Leoben would have never let them met if he had his way.

His mind dredged up the memory before he could stop it, Leoben was doodling a Mandela that matched hers with her own for a model when Jared sauntered in, even wearing a leather jacket to look the part like some human street dealer tough guy, the scar having been placed back above his eye standing out and making him look, sinister, evil, twisted. He was the stuff of nightmares about the cylons.

"Hey baby bro," Jared smirked, he knew it bothered him but Leoben was too much of a pacifist to think of hitting him for it, or even having him punished despite the fact Leoben was technically older and had seniority and more authority being his line's representative. Punishment never would have happened anyway, Cavil liked him and that seemed to be what really mattered, even though the cylons were technically a democracy.

Leoben hadn't answered, far off in his own little world with the Mandela trying to find out its meaning to Kara and why it appeared so much, in her art, dreams he had, visions, as he carefully made the pattern on his own paper. It only proceeded to bother his fellow brother, never able to stand being ignored, who stalked over to the table where Leoben worked and knocked a can of red paint over onto Leoben's almost finished re-creation of the painting.

Leoben paused a moment only to glare at him and than began an attempt to salvage what of the paint he could while Jared just smirked like a spoiled child getting what they wanted, all the while waiting for him to finish. He sighed when he looked down at his painting; the almost perfect match of the mandela was now marred by a huge amount of red on the painting. Red was in the painting, just not covering up Ninety-six percent of the circle.

"Do you need something Jared." His voice clipped, neat and under control and that only made Jared smile. Jared had a talent for bringing out the worst in many of the models and because of such Leoben had talked to Cavil many times about having him boxed due to him being a liability, Sixes agreed, Eights agreed, the rest of the Twos agreed, Threes, Fours and Fives, Only the Cavils said no and that made him being boxed a no. Cylon law stated you had to have a unanimous vote to have someone boxed, and nothing made that vote from Cavil say yes.

"Your viper pilot." Jared said grinning, grinning evilly. Leoben shook his head not liking what was implied and where this was apparently going, and in that moment resolved to never let Jared speak to her. He would not let him in within 20 feet of her if he could help it or unless he had to.

His silence only encouraged Jared. "I mean it," he had seen all of Leoben's memories from the download and knew of his vision. He knew it would bother him, and yet, Leoben could not help but think he was serious about his threat. "Whether she wants to be there or not doesn't matter, and if she resists it would only be more fun." Leoben shuddered slightly, the act seen by his brother who only moved closer and spoke in a lower tone. Leoben wanted to make him go away, to stop, but Jared was on a roll.

"But I wouldn't start there; no I think it would be over a time period all ending at that moment. First I'd hurt her you know, tie her up and hit her, nothing too bad, just enough to make her whimper, maybe scream. Maybe I'll shove her in a pool of water, see if she can swim, pull her down below the waters' surface at random intervals, Maybe I'd kick her, play mindgames, not feed her, keep her locked and tied up and than, after that than I'd have her. Get to play with her, most certainly because she doesn't want me too." Leoben's knuckles grabbed the paint can's handle and gripped it so hard his knuckles were sheet white. But the more Jared smirked and let the entire prospect of what the other two had said the more Leoben's self control slipped.

Leoben's hands weren't his anymore and lighting fast he brought the paint can he only than realized he'd pick up straight to Jared's face. The impact was strong, enough to push his face back into his head. His brother was dead instantly but it took Leoben a few minutes to realize what he'd done, blood pooling on the floor, the offending paint can in his hands dripping with blood when Caprica walked in.

"I know what he did and heard what he said." She said quietly and Leoben just started, partly flushed; only now realizing she must have been listening to their entire encounter. It was before he and the woman had become good friends, she was just a war hero, and he was just a agent who'd got caught, tortured, flushed out an air lock and fell for a woman he wasn't going to get anytime soon if ever.

She noted his silence and kept on talking, "I think you were right in doing it. Anyone who thinks of doing that to anyone else is worse than a monster." And Leoben was reminded of the fact Sixes were very beautiful. He knew she most have run into her fair share of humans who would do the same thing, some of it anyways.

Leoben started to extend his hand politely for an introduction, he had a thing for being polite, when he realized he had red paint, bright red paint and some blood all over his hands. "I'd shake your hand but" Leoben trailed off as he looked down sorrowfully at his hands. Instead of bring what he had done back up he changed the subject"They call me Leoben."

Every cylon knew who the other was through programming, which was which copy and whatnot. But each copy was special, and they knew what was going on with others through the data stream. Caprica smiled, he was unusual in his introduction.

"They call me Caprica." she answered and held out her hand anyways. He shook it, despite the paint and the blood, and the two were friends, brother and sister in a true sense of the word, despite a fuming Jared and the sentiment he'd deserved it ill received by the rebel too. He promised Leoben would regret it. Or more accurately, Kara would regret it.

He jerked out of the memory and the thoughts surrounding it with a start. No, he would not let that happen to her, he'd protect her, and he'd do anything to keep her safe. She was safer with him than she was on the Galatica, or Pegasus, or even some kind of secret tunnel in the ground on the other side of the planet with missiles defense system. Because he could watch over her, and keep her from his brother and the models who would harm her, like a six she had met in the Delphi museum for instance, who wanted revenge.

Settling against a seat in the raider he held the woman, the woman he loved, in his arms, her body warm against his. She was asleep still and would remain that way for a while with multiple injections of the drug, Leoben hated doing it but it was the only way to keep her from freaking out and keeping her calm until the apartment was ready. He did not have the luxury of the apartment already set up so he'd had to improvise and when the opportunity to catch her had arrived he took it, he knew she would be much harder to catch afterwards and it would take much more time. God had given him an opportunity, he could not waste it.

He silently stroked her hair while the Heavy Raider, piloted by a Six, went toward one of the two basestars in orbit. Simon was doing something else and he just held the viper pilot close, breathing in her scent and taking comfort by her very presence. She's here now; the wait had been worth it. Sooner than ever before, she would be his.

He felt the edge of his mind begin to darken, and he recognized the feel of a vision coming. He had found it terrifying at first, for days sitting in a seemingly endless state of fear, but had come to get used to it over time. They would often leave him with a slight headache, one that lasted for hours, but the information gleaned was well worth it to him and often the others. Not one single model could explain it but they had stopped doubting him. Most of them anyway.

Leoben began to feel the familiar tug of a vision at the corner of his eyes and he went into it, not questioning it or afraid. It was only a vision and represented a possible future outcome.

Not everything he saw came to pass, things changed, events changed, and the story changed again, the stream shifted, a person went down a different path. He was only seeing a possible future and a possible outcome.

Leoben let the current show him what needed to be shown and the vision began.

Sam-

Sam didn't know what to do. He didn't know if Kara was dead, alive, captured or anything. It seemed unreal she was MIA, as though she would shimmy down the hatch and announce 'gotcha' to the worried congregation and to him, smiling that impish grin of hers green eyes sparkling.

Kara was Sam's world, she was all he had to hang on to, without her he was just a former pyramid player turned militant, a civilian but a fighter nonetheless. He pulled himself up and shakily got to his feet, the worst was over, he could walk now. He was determined to do that much.

Jean looked at him and he knew she knew what he was going through. Kara and Jean had become fast friends and drinking buddies back after the rescue mission and when Jean went down to New Caprica they had all kinds of fun together.

Without stopping or any kind of hesitation, she put her gun down, she'd been the sniper that killed Doral, and became a living walking stick for her former Team Captain. Sam grunted in thanks, not wanting to waste any energy in talking. Jean just nodded in understanding, her red hair held firm by her pony-tail.

She helped him up the ladder and replaced the rug. Before going any farther a bout of coughing overtook him and Jean smacked him on the back, it may have been a move for choking but it helped a bit. He was grateful she was there, Sam had become close friends with many people in that room, but Jean was, Jean was like a sister to him.

The red-head looked a little worried and for the first time started to voice her concern to him, "I think if Kara was here she'd want you to rest." using Kara to hopefully get him back to the tunnel to keep him from being seen and making his illness worse by over-exerting himself. Sam shook his head, thinking if their roles were reversed Kara would already be looking for him. Not thinking, knowing his wife would be out there, swearing at toasters, searching every place possible and many places that weren't for him.

He went out of the tent, blinking his eyes unaccustomed to the light just in time to see a group of toasters arrive at the edge of camp. It was hard, seeing them up close like that, everything in him screamed for him to kill them, and he found his hands acting like they were gripping a weapon of their own accord. But there was nothing he could do; the cylons had them, even more so than they had back on Caprica, this was different. This was worse, far worse.

As the figures came closer he saw three skin jobs and one of them was holding something. What was so important that skin job needed a heavy raider, eight tin cans and two other skins to guard it?

But when he saw he felt he was going to be sick, in a completely different way. Waves of nausea rolled through his stomach and announced their presence and if he wasn't so determined to lay low and just be an observer, which his illness only let him be, he would have thrown up whatever was in his stomach right then and there. No, this couldn't be right, no no no, not again. No, they couldn't take her away. She was his wife Godsdamn it. They had said no one would be harmed, even though she had been trying to blow up a basestar he wasn't thinking rationally. His self control went out the window.

Jean reached over and grabbed his arm, knowing him better than he would have liked. He tried to fight her off but she only hung on tighter. "No Sam, charging like a drunken idiot will not get her back, we need to do this rationally." He weakly fought her, before conceding she was right and dropping his arms, running a hand through his hair, worried.

But why let them know they had her at all? Why not just dangle the bait of the idea of her infront of them, see if he would bite. They had their marriage bands on their arms for fracks sake, why parade her through the streets, to get rid of morale, was that it?

A cough racked his frame once more and the model that held her in his arms, Leoben or something, slightly smiled. The cylon caught his gaze and held it, the thing's ice blue eyes looked him with disdain. Like he was nothing, like the fact that he was married to the woman in that man's, no not man's, machine's, arms wasn't true or worth a damn. But it was true and Sam was clearly not very happy about where Kara had wound up.

The blonde cylon held onto her, pulling her slightly closer to him, causing her head to rest on his shoulder. It was almost, no it was a possessive gesture, but why? What would a toaster do that for? Why did they want her anyway, if she was a problem why kidnap her? Surely they would have killed her, but it seemed they were off to torture her? But if they were going to hurt her way act all possessive about her, like, like a kid guarding his toy from someone else, as much as he hated the analogy.

There was another heavy raider at the foot of base-camp, and the humans were hushed to see what would happen. Everyone knew Starbuck, though it was due to admiration or plain hatred Sam didn't know. Starbuck, not always Kara but Starbuck was impossible to ignore. She was a face they talked about, and now for sure there would be people talking after today's little parade through camp.

She was loaded into the heavy raider while one of the Leobens sporting a nasty scar on his face opted to stay behind. The Leoben who had Kara in his arms, having refused to put her down, looked over the crowd for a brief moment and Sam couldn't shake the feeling the cylon was looking for him again.

Through the crowd Leoben seemed to notice Samuel again, zeroing in on him in mere seconds. The man, no, it turned around and started right back at Samuel and it was unnerving in the least. How he knew right where he was, how he seemed to know Sam was glaring at him. Leoben smiled, small smile, than cheekily waved.

Jean, having seen the entire encounter grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back with his hands balled into fists, Sam was going to kill him, again and again until he got Kara back in one piece. His imagination was dredging up horrors of what they might do to her, like one of those farm things on Caprica, or maybe something else. Sam didn't know, but he needed her. He loved her, she was the smartest military officer they'd had but now she was gone. She and the Colonel were gone.

Leoben finally turned away and entered the raider which shut with a soft hiss. Sam started to cough again and Cally was nearby, having seen him, off in the distance were the Chief and the former President.

"You okay?" The former deckhand asked quietly, concern etched on her face. Sam shook his head and Cally looked lost. Sam didn't know what to do, couldn't play pyramid, couldn't do anything. Everything reminded him of her and he was sick for frack's sake, what could he do really, what could he do right now?

His eyes went back to the cylon raider which was slowly leaving the atmosphere out of sight and into the confines of space. A basestar was up there that was for sure, so they were taking her there. And than where? Another basestar, another star system, across the universe?

A wave of hopelessness cascaded on the sick man. How in the name of the Gods was he supposed to rescue her from up there? He would do it or die trying but first he needed a plan, and resources and people and intel and

"Come on Sam," the former President said quietly, guiding him back into the tent. "You need rest, we'll get her back, have no fear of that, she'll survive and we'll see her again. She'll be okay." she sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself more than Sam but Sam didn't mind, he couldn't care anymore. The only thought that went through his head was that those bastards had her. And it was nearly impossible to get her back.