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LA-LA LAND RECORDS TO RELEASE BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: SEASON 4 SOUNDTRACK � THEIR
100th RELEASE

Two-CD Set Is Top 10 Best Seller in Overall Music Sales at Amazon.com

Burbank, CA - June 30, 2009� La-La Land records will release their 100th release
as a label -- the special 2-CD set, Battlestar Galactica: Season 4, on July 28,
2009.  The soundtrack cracked the Top 10 at Amazon's Best Seller list for
overall music sales, topping both the TV and Movie Soundtrack Charts.  The
soundtrack features music from Seasons 4 and 4.5 with one disc dedicated to the
music from "Daybreak" the stunning series finale.  La-La Land Records is
releasing the Battlestar Galactica: Season 4 soundtrack through a license
agreement with NBC Universal Television, DVD, Music and Consumer Products Group.

The music from Battlestar Galactica became an integral part of the series,
interwoven into plotlines and even performed by cast members, like the track
"Gaeta's Lament", sung by Alessandro Juliani (Felix Gaeta) or "Dreilide Thrace
Sonata No. 1" which was a key plot point in the episode "Someone to Watch Over
Me".

Battlestar Galactica: Season 4 will be available in stores nationwide and online
on www.lalalandrecords.com, www.nbcuniversalstore.com, and www.amazon.com. The
two-CD soundtrack will feature music from seasons 4.0 and 4.5 and the music from
"Daybreak," the series finale. The CD booklet features 20 pages of pictures and
extensive liner notes, including 8 pages of notes from the cast and crew talking
about the music and composer Bear McCreary, who Jamie Bamber (Lee `Apollo'
Adama) calls `the 13th Cylon" and Mary McDonnell (Laura Roslin) said "Bear
understands character and plot and action as musical poetry and we were blessed
to have him."

Season 4 composer McCreary was recently called one of the top 10 composers "that
make space adventures epic" by www.io9.com.  His work on the television series
Battlestar Galactica has been described as offering "some of the most innovative
music on TV today," by Variety, and his blog www.bearmccreary.com/blog, which
features in-depth inside looks at the process of scoring Battlestar Galactica,
was called "one of the best blogs in the business. It's a fascinating look at
the process of making music for film and television and the care he takes with
aligning the score with the twists and turns of each character's plot lines," by
The Hollywood Reporter.

McCreary's feature film credits include Wrong Turn 2 and the Rest Stop films. 
He also scores the series Eureka, the upcoming SyFy series, and Battlestar
Galactica prequel, Caprica, the Capcom video game Dark Void, the upcoming series
Human Target and Trauma and Battlestar Galactica: The Plan.  McCreary was among
a handful of select prot�g�s of late film music legend Elmer Bernstein and is a
classically trained composer with degrees in Composition and Recording Arts from
the prestigious USC Thornton School of Music.

Also available from La-La Land Records are McCreary's soundtracks for Battlestar
Galactica Seasons 1, 2, and 3, Caprica, Eureka, Terminator: The Sarah Connor
Chronicles, Wrong Turn 2 and the Rest Stop films.

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Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 11/?
Date- 06/03/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 3192
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

They broke into a clearing in the trees, on the crest of a hill looking down at
the cabin. The trees, though were sparse, were close enough together to prevent
any obvious aerial spotting; they also blocked most of the sun from reaching the
ground. Like most pine tree forests, the ground was barren, dirt, pine needles,
and vines the only things growing at this elevation. Clouds obscured the sun,
turning everything grey, and coupled with the shadows of the trees, the cabin
that covered the bunker's entrance looked very unwelcoming.

If Lee wasn't so focused, he might have been depressed.

He had spent most of the time it had taken to return to the bunker answering
infuriating questions. It was probably one of the things that always itched in
the worst way, questions about his family was high on the list. It had been two
hours before Agathon mustered up the spunk to ask if Lee was related to William
Adama. He had to tramp down the immediate hatred that began to flood him. It was
none of their frakkin business and any opinions they formed about it only served
to enrage him further.

The two behind him thankfully didn't pick up on his mood, and Lee made sure it
stayed that way.

He had sat at the fire for an hour, regaled by the pair's fight for survival.
Agathon running from the Cylons, his rescue by Valerii from a mysterious woman,
their discovery of a empty stocked bunker, their evasion of the Cylons,
Valerii's capture and rescue by Agathon, and finally their decision to return to
Delphi to try and fly their way off the planet.

At the time Lee had barely suppressed the urge to laugh at their antics. Instead
he just nodded and retained the guise of an attentive listener. In truth he had
been watching their faces as they spoke, and the ticks and twitches told him
more than the entirety of their story. He had managed in the end, with very
little debate, to convince them to return with him to the safety of the bunker.
By the time they had started their hike back his digital watch read o-hundred
hours.

The trek back had been uneventful. His mental state became a fine razor, taking
in every observation he could glean from his two new guests. Their time on a
ship destined for decommissioning left their military propriety lax. The only
thing that kept them from being insubordinate was the added 'sir' on the end of
each sentence. The lack of a tight formation, and the presence of conversation
and questions made him think they had gone soft. They were obviously used to
questioning orders, cutting corners, trading tasks, and generally getting their
way.

To supply his cool exterior, Lee busied himself with the long list of tasks that
awaited him when he got back. They would have to train the C-bucks so they could
start rescue operations as soon as possible. It would take at least a week to
well them good enough to act as backup in the field.

But it would have to wait till they found someone with comparable engineering
and medical experience before they could risk Nestor or Callisto coming along.
They needed to figure out a good forward base, medical shifts. The list went on
and on. There would be no shortage of tasks, but the most important would be the
whopper of the lie he was going have to tell the whole lot of them.

The moment Lee exposed the fact there was no hope, was the moment the civvies
started lovingly smothering their children, blessedly shooting each other in the
head, to spare them the pain of life without the possibility of life having a
happy ending.

Course that put to question the value of either ending. A bullet from a silver
monster, or the one you love. Or the one you frak. But Lee was not the suicidal
type, a robot's bullet would have to do; and he was going to have to make up one
big lie just to keep the idiots going.

The problem with that plan was the fact there was no lie in his arsenal
believable enough to last past a few months. A resistance movement would create
more problems than solutions. Reasons and explanations would immediately fall
apart if anyone other than his team went out into the field.

At the same time he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life sitting in that
pit while he could be out there doing something, saving lives. The civvies were
the priority, but they weren't going to tell him what to do. Lee knew if he
spent too much time in that hole he was going to either take a one way trip into
the mountains, or open fire until one of his team puts a bullet to him.

It was another form of suicide, and he still wasn't the type.

Another issue was the couple following him. They had stopped to rest twice on
the journey back, the last one to contact the bunker so that his team could prep
for their arrival. He could tell the two were fit, but their muscles were still
suffering from a stay on a ship with nothing to do and nowhere to go. It didn't
help that Valerii had started vomiting, and that Agathon was distracted with
concern. Normally Lee would call them back to attention, but the cabin was in
sight, and anyone stationed for lookout would be covering them.

Ignoring the hushed conversation behind him Lee activated the radio attached to
his vest.

"Anyone home?"

He managed to signal the two flyboys behind him to slow their pace. It was a
good idea not to come unannounced, no matter unintentional, on a place he knew
was being guarded. Nestor's voice crackled from the headphone nestled in Lee's
ear.

"That you sir?"

He could almost feel Nestor's rifle site training on him. He maintained his calm
demeanor for the benefit of the two following. Finally remembering their
training, they picked up on his caution and fell into flanking positions. They
kept their guns holstered, probably because Lee hadn't brought his rifle
forward.

"In the flesh. Radio the captain and let her know I'm coming down with two
flyboys who both need a medical run down."

There was a moment of unnamed tension before they heard the response.

"Will do sir."

Lee didn't glance back, but could feel Agathon and Valerii relax slightly. So
close to their journey's end, with a fresh bed and some meds waiting for them,
made life a whole lot brighter. The next few steps were silent, the thick air
enveloping them, pressing in at their sides, the sounds of the forest running
through his body. Lee felt the chirp of the bird in his hand as he closed it
around the handle of the door. Opening the wooden door inward he immediately
noticed Nestor greetining at him with a friendly smile. Without pausing, Lee
took long strides into the room. The flyboys followed, almost as if they
attached by leashes, walking right past Callisto who was leaning against the
wall with her weapon drawn.

Without warning the medic took aim and fired. The first shot hit Valerii, making
her stagger to her knees. The sudden action making Agathon turn and catch the
second shot in the chest, dropping him instantly with a loud thud. Valerii was
grasping at her back, trying to touch the impact wound. She managed to stand,
using the table in the middle of the room as a crutch and swivled her head
blindly around the room . Lee was looking surprised at the fact she was still
moving. A second shot from Callisto brought the woman to the floor.

The medic holstered the tranq gun and there was a moment before the three went
to work moving the unconscious bodies to the lift in the fireplace. Finding a
good grip underneath Agathon's shoulders, Lee noticed idly that the door was
still open, letting in the weak morning light. A depressing day indeed. Nestor
was dragging Valerii when he aired the question Lee was currently too involved
with carrying a frakkin heavy ass man to ask.

"How the hell was she able to remain conscious? Thought you said those darts
would take them out instantly."

Callisto grimaced, showing Lee that though she loved the engineer; he was
dangerously close to questioning her skills as a medic. It was as the equivalent
of giving Lee a nickname; and it didn't help that she was currently gripping the
underside of the tall man's knees while helping Lee balance the man to the lift.

"It should have. There's enough anesthesia in the darts to drop two people, so
she should have gone down immediately. Maybe she's on stims, but even then it
would have slowed the anesthesia down only for a few seconds. "

Agathon barely fit on the lift even after they curled him on his side in the
fetal position. Making sure he was clear, Lee activated the lift, and watched
the man descend where he would be delivered into the waiting arms of his Captain
and Lieutenant. Looking at Callisto across from him, Lee could tell she was
puzzling over what the hell had just happened, going over the amount of drugs
used, their ratio and what could have kept the compound from rendering the
newcomer unconscious. The lack of answers causing the frustration to show on her
face. When the lift came back up Lee and the medic situated Valerii, as Callisto
stepped on for the next trip down. He managed to catch her attention before he
hit the button to descend the lift.

"Get whatever samples you need after we get them down to the brig, figure out
what she's on before we start working on her."

The soldier nodded, and resumed her mental calculations, the frustration
obviously building. When she was out of sight, Lee kept his thumb on the red
button and turned back to Nestor who had closed the door and reoriented the
chair Agathon had knocked over on his way down to the floor. When the engineer's
attention came back to the Major, he surprised Lee withhis next words.

"Welcome back sir."

Looking at the man directly, Lee saw a young man, youngest of them all, but a
strength in the goodness the kid saw in people. He wasn't imposing, but the boy
had a head on his shoulders that was dangerous for those who underestimated him.
Lee liked the man, even if his laugh was annoying as hell. Lee was genuinely
glad to see him.

"Good to be back."

Nestor smiled and turned back to resume his post by the window. Moving his thumb
from the red button to the green, Lee brought the lift back up to the cabin, and
quickly assessed of the man as he sat in a chair positioned by the window,
Nestor had the scoped automatic to the window sill, resting it on a two legged
stand. If Lee had to guess, Nestor was in the middle of his lookout shift. When
the lift arrived Lee resumed his position, and before he hit the red to begin
his descent, he pulled out a nicety that he thought engineer would appreciate.

"I'll send one of the Bucks up some water and food."

The astonished look on Nestor's face had Lee chuckling on the way down. It was
strange to find humor when they had just taken prisoners. In retrospect it had
been the conversation around the campfire that tipped him off. Their story
wasn't entirely unbelievable, just highly unlikely. Especially compared with the
events he'd witnessed at delphi. If Agathon had been captured, he would be
burning on one of the pyres along with the rest of males his age, instead of
waiting for a strange woman to kill him. And if Valerii had been captured, she
would have been shoved into one of the facilities none of the women seemed to
come out of, rather than being dragged around in a burlap sack. The
inconsistencies mounted, but what sealed the deal was the unlikely coincidences
in what their faces told him.

When doing field work in the Colonial Security Bureau, Lee and his team received
regular training on the subject of Micro Expressions, the universal ticks a face
made when exhibiting certain emotions. Achilla was the best in their team, but
Lee was almost as good, and he learned much from the faces in the light of the
fire the previous night. Agathon was bone tired, stressed and believed every
word he said, his face an open book, likely due to his relaxed tour of service
on the Galactica. But Valerri fluctuated. She was anxious, tired, stressed, and
lying through her teeth. Whoever she worked for, it wasn't the colonies, and
whoever trained her had done a piss poor job. So when they had entered signal
range, Lee had radioed the bunker while on a 'bathroom' break and told his team
to prep to take POW's. But whatever the two were involved in, Valerii had
something to hide and Agathon was innocent, or just better trained, Lee was
going to find out, by any
  means necessary.

The lift came to rest with the blast door left slightly open, to prevent
accidental sealing of the hatch. Passing through the entrance, and making his
way down the corridors, Lee couldn't help but notice how quiet everything was.
The bunker was built to house over a hundred people, and with only forty-three
running around the hallways, the place seemed empty. Thinking back to the faces
he'd seen through his binoculars; at the work camp, in the crowds being herded
into the hospitals; Lee knew his mission. The twisting feeling that had started
building when he'd first arrived was beginning to distress, demanding birth.
Ignoring it he continued down the corridor. Soon enough Lee was greeted by a
smiling Dion walking toward him.

"Heard you were still alive sir."

Dion's glib remarks always irritated Lee a little, but to his surprise, all he
felt was a warmth in his chest. Felt that was like coming home.

"Made it back alright, Lieutenant?"

The man in front of him still wasn't used to the new affection that Lee
displayed, his face twitching slightly while his brain caught up to the new
situation that contradicted the expected response to humor. Thankfully Dion
didn't question, just went along with it.

"Yeah, though the civvie Everett was a pain in the ass the whole way."

Lee knew that there were other more pressing matters, he had a laundry list of
tasks to complete, things that were more important than standing in the middle
of the hallway shooting the shit with his Lieutenant. But his emotions had been
clawing at him since he had entered the bunker, trying to tear their way out
from the inside. Bullshitting with Dion took the edge off, Lee didn't understand
it, but it worked. Trying his hand at the humor he'd seen from Dion, Lee
continued the conversation.

"Couldn't have just accidently lost him?"

Dion's response was immediate, making Lee understand that this was banter.

"Nah, his ghost probably would have popped up later and cut into my beauty
sleep."

The smile on the Lieutenant's face was worth the stab at humor. Slightly more at
ease with what was going on behind his eyes, Lee motioned for Dion to follow and
continued his walk.

"How long before we're ready to interview the POW's?"

Dion's face kept it's light from the humor that seemed to permeate the man, but
his demeanor went straight to business. 'Interviewing' as the bureau had long
since replaced 'interrogating' was a serious matter, and would have to be played
right if it was going to be effective. This wasn't their first rodeo, and there
was a proper way of going about prepping and interviewing someone. If everyone
did their job, it wouldn't take long for them to get the information they
needed.

"Got the male rigged and ready in the brig, another hour before Callisto's
cocktail wears off. Doc's right now getting her samples from the female before
we set her up for the interview. Said she should have the results before they
wake up."

The time table worked well. Lee needed both of them in the room when he began to
press them. The best way to press a POW was to place something they cared about
in jeopardy. With the way Agathon and Valerii had looked at each other, Lee had
clear leverage. Hopefully, with Callisto's results he wouldn't be walking into
any surprises.

"Good. Make sure you use the vertical hogtie when you rig the female."

Dion just nodded, understanding Lee's intent. It was a rig that kept the person
continually off balance, and placed the weight on the joints, never allowing the
person to gain purchase or leverage to break the bonds. It usually involved some
kind of stand, in the past he had used an chain link bed frame, or prison bars.
The strongest man in the colonies couldn't get out of that rig. It would also
make Valerii the main subject of the interview, since her reaction to the tranqs
made her the person of higher interest.

They were about turn the corner and head down the corridor that led to the
medical bay when Dion slowed and addressed Lee.

"Giving you the heads up. Captain ain't happy, sir."

Usually his squad sent him into the maw with a smile and a wave, so the warning
came as a surpise. But the situation took precedence over the oddness of this
friendly new dynamic in which he found himself.

"How angry?"

Achilla had been unhappy about sending only Lee and Dion out on the recon. So
the fact that Lee had sent Dion back and continued alon, instead of scrapping
the mission, was going to piss her off. How pissed off would depend on how she
took the news.

"Looked like she was going to kill me when I got back sir."

Lee sighed. He knew that Dion was being literal. Every person in his squad was a
killer. The cold efficiency with which they preformed their tasks usually made
most career soldiers uncomfortable. But with each other they were at ease. Dion
had a unique relationship with Achilla; they were friends that barked at each
other, and it had been that way since he'd joined the squad three years ago.
While they hadn't always gotten along, the threat of death challenged that
friendship.

Hard to be friends with someone when you might have to kill them in self
defense.

"Alright, I'll talk to her."

Dion nodded and headed toward the brig to ready Valerii for the interview. As he
left he threw over his shoulder.

"She told me that she'd meet you at the medical bay."

Lee continued until he was standing in front of the med bay. Taking a breath he
opened the hatch and stepped inside.

AN: Thank you to all that have reviewed, it is like cocaine injected directly
into my heart, no that I know what that feels like... Anway I have written
chapter 12 but my grammar beta is being a lazy butt (she said I could say this)
But please be patient, I am plugging away at this story, and I WILL FINISH IT
*Shaking fist at the sky*. Also POW means prisoner of war, just in case some of
you didn't know.

Happy birthday Vivian.  I am working out the next full chapter LOL.  Just so you
know I have not forgotten.  Love you babe.

Title Doomed  1/?
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 255
Pairing (if any) Firefly/Battlestar Galactica XOver
Disclaimer:  I do not own firefly or BSG

Chapter Two

Admiral Adama sat down reading.  River sat at his feet her head resting on his
knee as she listened to him.  The Serenity crew had helped them been their
saviours in there own way.   All of Galactica had become protective of River. 
They knew what had happened to her so when she babbled at them, they all tried
to understand what she was saying.

XXXXX

Simon sat in his room alone, feeling a little lost.  He could help, he had
helped being a top class doctor but River was growing on her own.  She had found
a father figure and a larger family.

XXXXX

Kayleigh walked around with the chief.  She loved talking with someone who loved
their ship as much as she loved Serenity.  They, in their own way were teaching
each other what they knew.  Told each other about their experiences.  It was
nice to find a friend who could understand.

XXXXX

Jayne and Kara sat watching Pyramid having a drink and eating.  The two of them
had become fast friends in so many ways they were the same but at the same time
they were so different.

XXXXX

Zoe and Wash got to spend a lot of time together,  It was good to have someone
watching their backs so they could spend some time together.

XXXXX

Lee and Mal talked for hours about wars and being in charge.  They told each
other their horror stories and drowned their sorrows..

TBC

This is just a quick drabble, the next one will be a full chapter of Galactica
finding a home.

Title Doomed  1/?
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 255
Pairing (if any) Firefly/Battlestar Galactica XOver
Disclaimer:  I do not own firefly or BSG


Chapter One

Admiral Adama stared at the group before him, his mouth open and shock written
all over his features.

Doomed.

Earth had been doomed by humanity, the way the used and abused her. After all of
this long journey, a hope of finding there home was now lost to them.

What were they going to do now?

"Thank you Captain Reynolds for telling us." Admiral Adama said sadness written
across his features.

"Lost, afraid. Traveled so far and now have no home. So much pain." River
whispered as she glided across to the man in front of her, raised her hand to
his face, and slowly stroked it. "You are not alone, not any longer. We are many
good and bad. You can find you own place, one to call home. You are trust
worthy."

Adama looked at the others confused, not moving away from that gentle touch and
trust from this waif of a girl.

"The Alliance, experimented on her." Simon moved forward and placed a hand on
his sister's shoulder.

River smiled serenely and moved backwards, the Admiral smiling back at without
realizing what he was actually doing. The young man's words sunk in.

"They experimented on her?"

"Crazy, crazy River. Brains of mush, sees too much, sees what she shouldn't."

Adama's heart hurt at what this little lady must have been through, he wanted to
protect her from the pain and deep down he knew that he wasn't going to let
anyone else hurt her. This part of the galaxy had new protectors.

TBC

Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 9/?
Date- 04/15/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 3084
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

Lee stayed low to the ground as he ran for dear life. The telltale sound of
bullets slicing through the woods popping in his ears while branches and fallen
trees crunched under his feet. The sweat cooling on his forehead as the air
rushed past him. Dion was two meters in front of him, crouching next to a tree,
using it to stabilize his weapon as he fired the high calliber rifle. The repeat
drowning out the impact sounds, throwing up debris in his face as he ran.

The bullet impacts ceased right as he passed Dion's position, the soldier having
scored a kill on the toaster firing on their position. Not slowing for a step,
Lee ran three meters past the other soldier and immediately crouched next to the
tree he had marked six meters ago. Looking through the sight, he took aim at the
nearest silver monster and began firing. Three short bursts in rapid succession,
making the older weapon kick hard into his shoulder. Lee's target sparked as the
bullet impacts dented, richocheted, and penetrated the thick armor.

Apparently whoever designed these new upgraded Centurians banked on them using
anti personell ammo. The bullets Lee and Dion used tore the toasters up, the
rounds contained a dense core of depleted uranium, survived the initial punch
through the armor, and sharpened on the way in.

"...team's almost there. Everett, cover the flank damnit!"

A few seconds after Lee started firing, Dion took his cue and relocated,
spotting a new position six meters away and making a beeline for it as quickly
as he could. Once there Lee knew he would have to get up and repeat the process
again. The point of the maneuver was to keep moving, never presenting the enemy
with a stationary target. Perfect for when a smaller force was engaging larger
numbers.

"...the frak is that coming from?!!"

The larger force consisted of twelve silver robots chasing down seventeen
civvies. Or at least what looked like civvies at first glance. Their formation
and their use of military grade weaponry spoke of some kind of training. The
robots were Cylons, there was not a doubt in Lee's mind. The basic design of the
armor and faceplates remincent of the pictures in history class, but with
obvious upgrades. Lee felt the silent hope he'd harbourd in his stomach die. He
managed to pop another two kills before hearing Dion's gunfire and had to find
another spot.

"...your trap!! It could be Aphrodite shooting lightning out her ass, JUST KEEP
MOVING!!!!"

Lee and Dion had been were nearing the Stilbe river that boardered the Delphi
suburbs when they heard the gunfire. The river ran like a fence between the city
and the high hills surrounding it. Then approached from the hills; reaching the
ridge overlooking the river, flat plains and suburbs beyond, they were able to
observe the terrain below.

The pair had come upon a section of the Stilbe that had meandered some years
ago, curving like a rope with two points pushed together. The crest of the river
cut into the hillside, leaving in its wake a bulge of grassland where a few
trees taking root. The two river bends of the river semi-circled only thirty
meters away from eachother.

They arrived along the nearest bank of the river's curve and was able to get a
good side view of the firefight going on below. The immediacy of the situation
coupled with his and Dion's highground advantage, required that Lee make a split
second decision. His fifth sprint took him along the ridge to the middle of the
curve where the river cut into the forrest hills.

"...Frak you!!! You godless frakking pieces of shit!"

The Cylons had pushed the group into the bulge, bottlenecking them and limiting
any escape by crossing the river. Whoever led those people was either a civvie
or an incompetant soldier. With no cover to speak of, and the water looking
thigh deep, the Cylons would be putting these people out of their misery soon.

Lee kept his breathing even as he dropped to one knee next to a boulder. Through
the short range scope on his gun showed three civvies get shot. One black haired
male caught a bullet in the temple, sheering off the top part of his skull,
spraying the woman running next to him. As he quickly found his target, Lee
swore he saw the woman, shaved head shining in the sun, snarl, turn and shoot at
the Cylon behind her. Lee immediately aimed at her target, ready to fire when
one of her bullets caught the Cylon in the visor, dropping it to the ground.
Without waiting to marvel at the herluck or tenacity, he moved on to the next
target trying to split the attention of the toasters, and possibly buy the
idiots down there a moment to actually get it together and retreat.

Dion and Lee cut the attacking numbers in half, but six against fourteen was a
slaughter when the larger force was running away like armed and drunk antelope.

"...out of there Richard! Fall back!!"

Instead of covering their asses, most of the civvies tried to cross the river
without forming a rear defense. Leaving those with the sense of mind to do so
with no support. From the quick glances Lee could manage between shots, this
idiotic maneuver was due to a salty hair man leading the scramble across the
river. The water was actually hip deep, caused their retreat to become a
standstill shooting gallery.

Splashes shot up all around them from the bullets hitting the water, red
droplets staining the muddy waters as people fell left and right. Their bodies
jerking unnaturally as the bullets tore through them.

Lee paused for the briefest of. This was an emotion he had only felt once
before. His guts soured, a weak feeling in his limbs ached as the demand for
action pulled on his bones, yelling at him to get up and do something. The grit
mixed with the sweat on his face, making him want to crawl out of his own skin,
making the helpless feeling of watching the train wreck unfold in front of him
soaking into his soul all the more horrible.

The moment didn't have a chance to take root before Lee jammed the feeling back
into that black cancerous organ he would have to deal with later. Out of the
fourteen that had went into the river eight made it to the other side. Now all
they had to do was make the trek up a twenty foot hill that looked to be a
forty-five degree incline. Dion's gunfire signaled another six meter dash. Four
toasters left and low on survivors, Lee spotted a tree that had fallen length
wise down the hill, right on the edge of the ridge. The roots created an eight
by eight foot shield with a nice crater for cover. Not stopping his sprint, Lee
activated the radio mic attached to his collar.

"Dion! Blue smoke, Blue smoke!"

Digging out the metal cylinder, pulling the pin, Lee hurled it near the crater,
and soon a drift of blue smoke began to waft from the spot. Lee immediately took
up position next to the exposed roots and fired at the oncoming Cylons.

"�to the blue smoke! Everyone hurry the frak up!"

"It could be the Cylons!"

"Shut up Everett and get your dumbass self in gear!"

The problem with using a smoke signal was that now everyone in a mile radius
knew their location. Lee scored another kill, leaving three toasters across the
river. Said toasters apparently became aware of the probability that they might
fail their objective and began firing on Lee's position, forcing him to take
cover behind the tree roots. From what he could see, the weapons were built into
the machines' arms, so he couldn't wait for a reload to return fire. Looking to
his left, Lee saw Dion approaching quickly. When the big man finally jumped into
the crater, Dion quickly made his way to the other side of the root shield.

Soon enough people started coming around the tree and dropping into the crater,
breathless and panting. Lee was doing an unconscious count, and noticed they
were down two people. Taking a quick glance through the tangled roots, Lee
cursed silently at the fact the woman with the shaved head was ten feet away
trying to drag a man up the hill. The man had a hole in his back and wouldn't
make it even if they had a medic with them. Dirt and shredded grass flew around
the two as one of the three centurians took aim at the two exposed targets.

"Are we getting out of here or what!?"

Lee didn't look back, just watched the woman snarling, screaming at the injured
man to get up. But he could tell from the salty hair's voice that he was itching
to get the hell out of the hole.

"Everett! Ash and Samson are still out there!"

The young man's voice was raw from screaming, loss shaking each word.

"Samson is dead, and if Ash is going to commit suicide, that's her choice. But
we are not going to die here with her!"

From the tone of the words, Lee knew the man called Everett would abandon anyone
just to get away. It was the fear in his voice, that heart clenching fear that
would make Everett tear his own mother's face off if it meant surviving.

"You mother frakkin bastard!"

Turning back to the group in front of him, Lee noticed the young man was being
restrained by a burly looking woman. Everett was flinching unnecessarily, since
the boy was three feet away from even touching him. More likely it was an effect
of the shock going through his system. The other four civvies were confused,
lost, and more than one had silent tears running down their faces. They were
lambs now, and he would get nothing out of them at this point. Glancing to the
ground he noticed a small thing, a sprout, alive and green in the dry upturned
dirt at the bottom of the crater. He couldn't tear his eyes away from this tiny
bud of life. A plant at the bottom of a hole where a mighty tree once stood.

Suddenly he could remember the feel of her lips on his. The way her blond hair
felt between his fingers. The wet rasp of her tongue against his. The warmth of
her breath against his skin. The world around him slowed as Lee felt the
decision he was about to make alter his perception of time. Sound rounded,
passing by, bending to avoid him. The only thing reaching his ears was Ash's
scream for Samson to get up. Lee's focus moved to Dion, connecting with the
man's light blue eyes for a moment. The man must have figured what Lee was about
to do because his eyes widened comically.

Lee was half way down the hill before he actually realized he was moving. He
could hear over the din of Dion's gunfire the man cursing his mother for raising
such an idiot. But Lee paid no attention to the irony. When he reached the two,
Ash had the dying man's arm over her shoulder and was dragging him up the hill
at a snails pace. Without missing a beat, Lee lifted the other arm over his
shoulder and started back up the hill as fast as the dead weight he was
supporting would allow. A bullet hit a stone in front of them sending chips of
rock into the air. One shard sliced the side of Lee's face, gouging along his
cheekbone and ripping off a chunk of his ear.

Two feet from the crater the firing stopped, Dion had taken out the last three
centurions. Dropping back into the crater, Lee fell back against the dirt wall,
panting as the adrenaline started exiting his system. Dion was immediately
beside the injured man. With a basic field medic experience and the few pointers
Callisto had given before they left, Dion was able to deduce the bullet had
blown a hole through the man's lung. There was nothing he could do. Dion's eyes
locked with Lee's for a moment, confirming what Lee already knew to be true. The
woman named Ash, with dirt on her face, her tears leaving streaks of wet skin
exposed, was clutching Samson's hand, her gaze locked with his as if the force
of her will would keep him alive.

Lee watched with dispassionate eyes as the man on the ground sputtered blood
onto the woman's tear stained cheeks. Slowly the death throes ceased and the
body that once was Samson stared at nothing. There was a moment of silence and
tension, no one wanted to break it for fear of some unknown calamity that would
bear down upon them.

Of course Everett was the first to speak.

"Can we please get out of here."

Before anyone could blink, Ash was on top of him, screaming, and socking him in
the face.

"YOU PIG FRAKKIN SON OF BITCH!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

Dion managed to pull her off, but only after she bloodied Everett's nose. She
struggled furiously against Dion's iron grip, but soon enough though the anger
and rage ebbed, and she sagged against his shoulder. The pig frakker Everett
simply didn't know when to keep his mouth shut; he started spewing insults while
cradling his bloody nose.

"You frakkin bitch! I should have left you there whe..."

Closing Samson's eyes, Lee looked at the dead man's face. Lost in his thoughts ,
he had blocked out the sounds of the squabbling civvies. He knew where this
situation would lead. They wouldn't be able to do a recon with these people
tromping around the place, fighting each other at every turn. Lee couldn't turn
them loose, because they obviously couldn't be trusted to keep themselves alive.
He'd saved one group, so he might as well save another. Lee couldn't scrap the
mission either; if there was a chance of getting any information they had to
take it, the fresher the look at the situation the better the intel.

Lee would have to go it alone.

No one could ever accuse him of dwelling. The dead man Samson was wearing
dogtags, confirming that at least on of the group was some kind of soldier.
Snapping off the second of the pair of tags, Lee turned his focus to the people
behind him. Ash was still clinging to Dion, glaring at the pig frakker Everett
with a look of hate that matched Achilla's when she was about to gut someone.
The useless lump was still cradling his nose, focused on the pain in his head
more than the want to flee, the rest were in various stages of shock. Lee
mentally cursed himself for not acting faster, his own musings had cost him
time.

"Alright, get yourselves together and ready to move."

"Who do you think you are?"

Lee understood the need that compelled Everett, to run as far away as fast as
possible, with no direction or plan. But it didn't stop Lee from suddenly
grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him off the ground till their faces
were inches apart.

"We're the guys who saved your frakkin dumbshit self. Now shut the frak up and
get moving."

None to gently dropping the man to the dirt, Lee silently wished he was dealing
with Anders instead. Which only served to piss him off more. Walking over to the
enraged but sorrowful woman still mourning her friend, he held out his hand. Not
quite understanding, Ash hesitantly put her open hand in his. Without saying a
word, he dropped the dead man's tag into her hand. Her expression was conflicted
between despair and thanks.

Lee and Dion climbed out of the crater after the group stumbled over the lip of
the crater. Lee took a moment to actually look at the new stock that would be
joining the bunker population. Four men, and three women, each in civilian
dress, all in fairly good shape, some more than others. Three brunettes, two
blonds, one red head and a salty haired prick. Dion began hearding them towards
the woods and away from the river. He walked with them for awhile, Dion eyeing
him oddly, understanding that something was off. Emboldened by the previous
day's conversation, he broached the subject before Lee could fill him in.

"We scrapping the recon sir?"

Certain that Dion would object, Lee set his face in stone.

"Nope, you're going to take these civvies back to the bunker. I`m going to stay
here and finish the recon."

Dion opened his mouth, but noticed the change in Lee's demeanor, and thankfully
didn't question his decision. When it seemed everyone was together, Lee peeled
off moving north along the river. He paused a moment and looked at the group as
they got smaller and smaller.

Dion turned once, and it was to shout, much to Lee's chagrin.

"What do I tell Achilla!?"

Smirking, Lee responded.

"Don't send anyone after me."

With those parting words Lee started towards Delphi, noticing for the first time
that he was missing a piece of his ear.

Ok peeps, we need to get this party started once again.

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Lea

Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 8/?
Date- 03/31/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 2543
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

Lee was going to kill Dion.

He was going to take his gun, point it at the base of his skull and blow out the
front of the man's face if he didn't stop whistling.

It wasn't exactly whistling, more a slight muttering of a song, a tune that was
slowly driving it's way into Lee's brain. He had been in an excellent mood. He
had slept more than three hours, his stomach was satisfied, though his taste
buds weren't, and he had taken a gods blessed shower. It was colder than frak,
but it was clean water running over him, washing away the week old stink. Though
they didn't have time to start up the wash cycle, so his fatigues were still
smelly as hell.

The topper was that Lee had dreamed of her. Course it left him the predicament
of waking up hard enough to chip marble, but a few moments of remembering her
hips took care of that.

When he and Dion suited up and started the trek, Lee was calm, cool and could
smile if he chose to let himself. But the mission itself bothered him, going
without a medic, or the rest of his team. Add on top of that eighteen hours of
walking towards Delphi, rough terrain, and Dion's off key muttering.  Murder was
beginning to sound really good.

Gripping his gun a little tighter, Lee tried to distract himself with the
surroundings, it was midday, you could hear a bird or two twitter, nature
deciding to return to some kind of normal. The calm around him allowed lee to
recall the dream he had earlier and its origins.

They met in a shitty bar five years ago playing triad. Lee had taken a liking to
the game, and was using his ability to read people to his advantage. He managed
to get a good pile of chips when he heard the noisy blond walk in with a few of
her friends. It surprised Lee since it wasn't really the place for flyboys.

He could tell from the cut of their uniform and invincible attitudes that they
were pilots. If they hadn't been preoccupied with making a racket, they would
have noticed that this was a marine bar, and not one of the nicer ones. They
tended to be a little insulted when you walked into their bar and weren't a part
of the core.

When Lee had walked in, all the regulars wanted to do was take his money, simply
because he was in special ops. But with those flyboys, there might have been an
all out fight. He didn't mind it at the time, a decent brawl was one of things
Lee had begun to appreciate as a good stress reliever.

The three marines in front of him were convict recruits, people given the choice
between prison or service. Tattoos up to their necks, mean caveman brows, and
each with a nose that had been broken at least three times. Each had an axe to
grind, taking it out on Lee by taking all his money. That hadn't been much of a
problem since the man to the left quirked his eyebrow whenever he had a good
hand, the middle man shuffled his cards whenever he was in a bluff, and the man
on the right was three sheets to the wind.

The distraction had cost him the hand though. Lee hadn't cared, considering who
he was looking at. She was obviously the one who had achieved whatever victory
they were out celebrating. Her hair was short, to her ears, her flight dress
blues opened in the front revealing the usual undershirt/t-shirt combo that most
pilots wore.

Lee instantly liked her face. Something that he never cared to share with any of
his fellow soldiers, who were usually all about tits, ass, or abs; Lee was all
about the face. If you couldn't wake up next to the person without screaming,
then what was the point of having a good body. Not that she had to make up for
anything.

Well rounded in all areas to say the least.

But her face was what struck him first, and made the lasting impression, round
cheeks, slightly blunt nose, full lips, strong jaw and eyes that knew too much.

Lee learned most about a person from their face, and in hers, he saw a beautiful
tragedy. It wasn't her laugh, or the jokes she made with her friends. It was the
look she got when her friends turned to their own conversations, leaving her to
her own thoughts. The look in her eyes as she stared into her brew. A person who
was cocky as hell, strong, but vulnerable to anyone who caught the small moments
in between.

After losing a third hand Lee got back into the game, deciding that any attempts
to pick up the woman at the bar would end with him going home alone. After two
more hands, one where Lee made back most of what he lost, he heard her speak for
the first time.

"If you don't mind me askin sir, I can't figure why, out of all the people to
bring along, you chose me."

Dion's voice pulled him from the memory. In irritation Lee threw him a glare.

He considered stonewalling, but it didn't quite feel right, it taking more
effort to parry Dion's questions than just giving in. After the conversation
with Callisto, it didn't seem worth all the energy just to keep appearances. But
it didn't mean he'd sugarcoat the truth.

"The civvies need Callisto for meds, Nestor to maintain the place, and Achilla's
the only other one in the team I would trust to lead them if I got fragged.
We're expendable. "

In his peripheral Lee could see Dion's slightly stunned expression, never having
received a straight forward answer without more haggle.

"Wow, make me feel all sorts of important. Why not just grab a civvie and let me
sleep for a few more days?"

Looking back at Dion, Lee felt it was time to try some honesty of a different
kind.

"I don't trust any of those civvies not to crumble under the pressure."

Dion stumbled, if only slightly, and it got a smile on Lee's face.

"Also if we find more civvies I don't want to be the one stuck dealing with
them."

That got a laugh out Dion. One of the few moments where they both wore a smile
at the same time.

"So what, I'm just the pretty face of this team? I mean I always knew, but
hearing it from my commanding officer, it'll set my life forward in ways I've
never imagined."

If he listened carefully, he could detect a little bit of wonder in Dion's
voice. Lee thought about bringing the smile back for round two, but instead kept
his face straight and calm. There were limits to how much he was willing to
loosen up.

"You done?"

"Nope. Where'd you get the tattoo?"

That good humor from loosening up was shriveling back into that large field of
irritation he had been tromping through moments ago.

"Why all the questions Sergeant?"

Shrugging without looking at Lee, Dion had no problem being dramatic while
simultaneously scanning the area for possible enemy contact. At this point Lee
knew it was an unconscious habit.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's the yellow tinted sky, the radiation in the air, or
the impending death, just thought I actually might pounce on the chatty mood
you're in. Doesn't happen too often. Also I've always wondered where that tattoo
comes from, you and Achilla have it. You two don't seem like the kind of guys to
get inked, sir."

Lee had known what kind of soldier Dion was, deadly, efficient, type A
personality. All of which  did well in this line of work. Furthermore he got
along with others in the team, using jokes as a way to lighten the mood, someone
everyone could get a long with. A lot of the time it was hit and miss on whether
you'll actually get along with the others in your squad. Dion cared about
people, especially his team. Something that Lee had to limit himself on. So that
when the time came, he would be able to order one of his squad to their deaths
for the success of the mission. Now the mission was survival, making the wall
between Lee and the rest of the team an obstacle instead of a tool.

"Before Colonial Security, Achilla and I were a part of a special ops squad
called the Myrmidons, specializing in anti terrorism, I was a captain and she
was a sergeant. Was under the command of Major Josiah Ironsides, good man.
Everyone in the squad got this tattoo."

Lee hadn't talked about Joe or the Myrmidons in almost a year. Only time he ever
mentioned them was on the anniversary he and Achilla celebrated with a drink.
The clipped nature of Lee's voice must have signaled Dion that it wasn't the end
of the story.

"What happened to them?"

It was a casual question, but the answer was going to be hard for Lee, wasn't a
good memory to go over, and he made no effort to cover that in his voice.

"Most, including Ironsides, got fragged during a op gone wrong in the
Saggitarian demilitarized zone. The others transferred, or just went nuts. "

Lee wasn't looking at him, but he could see that Dion was eyeing him. Probably
wondering if Lee was crazy himself, or just really good at hiding it.
Psychiatrists had been assigned to the survivors after the battle, but they had
all been frustrated by Lee. He and psychiatrists didn't get along, since pills
seemed to be their main mode of dealing with soldiers issues. Hell even before
signing up, Lee had managed to get the high school counselor to call him a frak
up.

"Going after the Saggitaron Nationalist Separatists. Must have been hard."

Dion's voice had dropped any humor, but didn't have the audacity to be
sympathetic. Understanding that unless he had watched his own squad slaughtered
in front of him, he couldn't know what it was like for Lee. The Major respected
Dion a little more just for that.

"Wasn't easy."

It hadn't been easy in the least, but Lee had been lucky enough to have Achilla,
those few good memories to fall back on. It was then that Lee understood what
his instructor had meant, holding onto that one thing. And after he watched his
commanding officer get sliced up by crossfire, Lee held on for dear life.

Dion got the idea that there wasn't going to be any further conversation, and
Lee was allowed to drift back into his memories.

'Deal me in'

That was the first thing he'd ever heard her say. Without asking she sat herself
down in the empty chair, as if these four men who outweighed her by a hundred
pounds had nothing on her at all.

The shuffler said something rude about the only way she would play was if she
was bouncing on his lap. Her brilliant response had been:

'Yeah well that's if you could get it out of your mother's mouth for more than a
few seconds.'

At that point three sheets burst out laughing, dropping his cards onto the
table, the shuffler's face turned beet red, and I could tell he was two seconds
from starting a fight, for which she seemed more than ready. Eyebrow decided to
laugh and calm his friend down, saying they should let her play, speaking in a
tone that Lee didn't quite like. A tone that said they would meet her in the
alley later on. Lee decided that wasn't going to happen.

When her eyes met his, Lee couldn't help the small smile that snuck onto his
face.

Hands were dealt, money was lost and gained, and no one spoke a word. Except for
a few expletives when a hand was lost.. Soon enough it was clear that she had a
luck that was damn occult. Eyebrow and Shuffler, with their money dwindling,
started drinking more and more, their plans changing from meeting her in the
alley, to passing out and meeting the floor. Three sheets had left awhile back
when he discovered that he couldn't play if he didn't have any money. The two
left hadn't really noticed much.

The blond quickly found out that even though she was luck incarnate, Lee could
read people better and he pulled out all the stops. The money was soon just
shifting back and forth, at a constant stalemate. The stakes rose higher and
higher, and the bets more outrageous.

The heat was palpable. The downside of having to read her was the fact  that her
body was probably the most distracting thing he'd ever seen. And gods damn she
knew it. Lee nearly lost everything in one hand when she slipped off her jacket
to reveal the curve of her shoulders.

Not an unnecessary word was passed between them, which seemed odd to Lee since
her invincible attitude didn't lend to silence. She seemed, with her slight
smirk, quirked eyebrow and set of her shoulders, to be a taunter, a gloater.
Trying to distract and unbalance her opponents. But with the conversation that
was going on with their eyes, Lee was content that she hadn't spoken.

Her eyes barely left his, constantly challenging him, trying to see how far Lee
was willing to go. The blond met each challenge, folding when he had a good
hand, raising when he was bluffing. He met her step for step, raise, fold, and
call, like a dance. With the way she was looking at him, it was more like sex.
It was one of the best times he'd ever had, and gods he had fought hard to keep
the night going.

The defining moment came when one of her friends came up from behind to tell her
that they were leaving. The blond hadn't hesitated telling her friend she'd
catch a cab. After her comrades left the bar, the mood changed from competition
to pursuit. They sat for a moment, the noise of the bar a distant hum, her eyes
shifting into something predatorial. If he had looked in the mirror, Lee would
have seen his own eyes had the same look. Her final bet was everything she had,
and while pushing her chips forward, she spoke for the first time in an hour.

'Never did get your name.'

That smile that had snuck up on him before returned.

'Lee'

Pushing all his chips in to match her bet, he replied in kind.

'Yours?'

The smile that had spread across her face told Lee that he had done something
right.

"So why no nicknames?"

Lee was going to kill Dion.

AN: Sorry that I've been out of the loop for awhile, after a bought of sickness,
and the ever dissappointing series finale of Battlestar, I had a little trouble
motivating myself to continue. But no worries I'm still writing and working on
chapter nine as we speak. Thank you to my beta's for reading my fic, and giving
me great input.

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Lea, Happy Birthday toooo
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Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 7/?
Date- 03/14/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 2889
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

She's dead.

Lee hadn't been prepared for how bad the crash would be.

It happened almost every time after an intense mission. The body and the mind
finally had a conversation, deciding it was a good time to actually work, and
all the emotions and feelings that had been blocked came rushing out. So he had
been expecting it, just not expecting it to be this bad.

A few hours Lee gave the orders, all the civvies were down in the communal
cafeteria eating some of the paste they called food. Almost all of them were
seated at long metal tables with equally long attached benches serving as seats.
The families were all seated at one table, parents were pretty quiet,
preoccupied with getting the kids to eat. The C-bucks had sequestered two tables
to themselves. Many were silent, digesting the news that their safety was
assured in this new place, while one of their friends was dead. But it didn't
stop a few smiles and laughs from being traded every now and again.

After getting their food the squad had scattered, each of his team going to
their respective hideaways. Too much to do and not really in the mood for
conversation. Lee hadn't been able to grab his food before Anders and his people
had settled down to eat. After the cafeteria dispenser had finished filling his
cup with water and squirting his food onto his plate, Lee turned to go find a
bed in the staff bunk room to eat in peace.

Walking toward the hallway, Lee glanced at a table and saw Deanne with Kacey
sitting in her lap, trying to spoon feed the protein paste to the little girl.
She wasn't having it, shaking her head each time the spoon came close to her
mouth.

She's dead

It was the blond hair whipping about in the light that flipped the switch. For
whatever reason Lee suddenly thought of her, of those two days, the most amazing
of his life. Without warning he felt something building in his chest, and rising
up behind his eyes. Before the holocaust he might have been able to internalize
it, but this felt like it was going to be too much. Lee's gut clenched, and he
knew he had to get out of there before he lost it. Panicking internally, Lee set
down his food and water, made a beeline out of the cafeteria and searched for
any empty room in the immediate vicinity.

By the time he had locked the door of the small arms locker behind him, Lee was
taking heavy breaths, trying to calm himself down.

He couldn't stop thinking about her, the woman that stepped into his life,
pulverizing his calm fa�ade, the woman who had left just as quickly. The dread
and the pain, along with the regret Lee had been carrying with him since the
first bomb fell unlocked and began to overtake him. Gripping the wall shelf in
front of him, Lee bowed his head, breathing in slow and deep, balancing on the
edge of hysterical.

She's dead.

Lee had learned this coping mechanism when he was a kid, controlling himself
until he was alone, then letting everything out. It wasn't particularly healthy,
but it was the way he dealt with things, and it had served it's purpose for
years. Funny enough, Lee's job hadn't given him too much to worry about. More
often than not, he could process the emotional fallout with a good workout and
some sleep.

But this was different, his brother, his little brother, was most likely dead.
It was better that he believed Zake was dead, rather than harbour any kind of
delusion with no possibility of affermation. That would lead to a breakdown that
would cripple him. Lee wasn't a idiot to not try and avoid that kind of
calamity. But as smart as it may be, believing the one person in his family he
actually still cared about was dead didn't make his heart ache any less
terribly.

Despite all the horrible memories of his youth, Lee could still remember a time
when his family had been happy, if only for a breaf moment. But those moments
had been sealed forever as a the past, and the people who called themselves his
family from then on were strangers, their loss only leaving a dull ache.

She's dead.

The loss of his brother hurt him more deeply than Lee would have thought, the
burden of taking responsibility for his sibling, only to have him die, made
those four years of raising Zak by himself a waste. And as much as he hated
doing it at the time, taking care of his little brother for those few years was
a point of pride for Lee. Now that pride was floating in the debris with Zak's
corpse orbiting the planet. Moments, the games with Zak, the days feeding him,
taking care of him, and their loss that had tears dropping from Lee's eyes.

She's dead.

The anxiety and turmoil started to perpetuate itself at the thought. The metal
underneath his fingers squeaked as his grip tightened, trying to relieve the
emotional pressure through physical exertion. The tightness in his muscles
coiled from his hands, up his arms to his shoulders. His brother`s death
depressed him in a way Lee hadn`t thought possible, but the mere thought of her
death would plunge him into a mental break.

She's dead.

She's dead.

His mind felt stuck in repeat, memories flashing faster and faster. Breathing
became harder and harder to maintain. The corner of her mouth when she smirked
over the cards, the two fingers cradling a cigar she held in her hand, the
wrinkle under her eye that only appears when she laughs, all of it accompanied
with an ever increasing nameless feeling pushing at his mind. It made Lee
afraid, it was the fear of opening a door and not knowing what lay behind it,
but knowing that once opened, the door would never close again. He felt like he
was going insane.

She's dead.

She's dead.

She's dead.

"No."

It was a soft whisper, but it cut through the silence of the locker with ease.
Lee hadn't even been aware he was going to say anything. But that word seemed to
have halted the building pressure.

She's

"No�"

breathe

"�no�"

With each utterance, the storm inside of him dissipated a little more. After a
few moments Lee was able to understand what exactly he was saying. He would not
believe that she was dead, everyone else maybe, but not her.

She's alive.

It was stupid, and would probably drive him crazy. But Lee refused to make those
two days meaningless by accepting the death of the one woman who meant anything
to him.  It would catch up to him later, but for now, Lee walked gladly into
that land of denial, replacing the old with the new mantra in his head.

Exhausted by the ordeal, Lee shifted his body and fell ass first onto a crate at
the base of the shelf he had been gripping moments ago. The initial emotional
wave had ebbed leaving Lee with a residual sick anemic feeling all throughout
his body. What energy he had left was keeping his body from completely rolling
off the crate and onto the floor.

Taking a moment Lee regulated his breathing back to normal, and felt well enough
to stand. Scrubbing his face with his hands, he stood up on weak legs and made
his way to the cafeteria to pick up his food.

He ate his fill of tasteless food paste, checked the weapons and ammo that they
would be taking with them, a heavier assault rifle for Dion and a smaller more
accurate weapon for Lee. He even did a tour of the facility to familiarize
himself with the layout. The place was a product of it's age, plenty of grit,
and very little refinement. Each section of the bunker was compartmentalized by
blast doors in case of fire or attack. It was built with long term comfort and
defense in mind, and it would suit them well enough.

His wanderings brought Lee to the Medical wing. It was one long corridor with
several rooms branching off it, designed for emergencies and functionality.
Currently there was one bed moved out from the clean room storage along with a
few monitors and an I've drip connected directly to Sue-Shaun. It looked like
the woman had been cleaned and given a set of scrubs instead of the sweat soaked
athletic wear.

She looked ten times better than the last time he had seen her. Callisto was
dressed down to her stained fatigues writing on a clip board when she noticed
him enter the room. Lee sat himself down on one of the waiting chairs near the
entrance while she finished up. Callisto finished writing and slid the clipboard
into a plastic slot at the end of Sue-Shauns bed before taking the seat next to
Lee`s.

"I never saw you as one of those who visited the sick."

The dirty blond propped her head on her hand, which had her looking at him
sideways. For such a serious person she acted more relaxed than most people on
his team.

"Never was. What's the situation with the med bay."

She didn't move her eyes from him. He got the eerie feeling that she was
assessing him, studying him. But didn't allow a long pause between his question
and her answer.

"Good, this place has a good stock, good freezers. Got about every piece of
medical equipment we could possibly need. Going to have to read up on some of
it, but I should be able to work everything if we need it. Though the blood
supply went bad awhile ago, probably going to have to tap the people here, just
in case."

He got comfortable, slouching in his seat, his arms resting heavily as he
listened to her. One of the benefits of having a well rounded team was if you
set it up right you could sit back with very little need for direction. It was
going to be integral for the next few days.

"Sounds good. Talk to Achilla and Anders to organize the blood drive."

The medic just nodded, still studying him. Any other day he would have met her
stare, but after the day he's had, Lee just stared at the woman in the medical
bed. Absently he continued the conversation.

"She going to make it?"

For the first time Callisto turned her eyes away from him and to the injured
woman. Her head still supported by her hand.

"She'll be fine. Started her up on antibiotics and put her out with a shot of
morphine for the pain."

Head resting on the back of his seat Lee nodded his head. Still unconsciously
speaking his mind.

"She's tough, stupid, but tough."

"Yeah well, she'll most likely lose some mobility in her arm, but that's
probably the least of our worries."

The medic turned her head back to Lee. Her face different now than what it had
been before, an expression that spoke of a preparation for something that was
going to be unpleasant.

"What about you sir?"

Turning his head slightly, Lee looked at the woman next to him. He had never
seen a equal mixture of assessment and concern in someone's face before. Not
willing to give anything unnecessary away, Lee dodged.

"What about me?"

A little of the concern in Callisto's face dropped, her head lifting from her
hand in irritation. Lee knew right away he had hit the nerve designated 'macho
shit' something that often frustrated Callisto in the armed forces.

"Saw you jump into equipment locker on the way to lunch, pale, sweaty and ready
to crash. Looked like DTS, but you don't take stims. So before I declare you
unfit, why don't you tell me what it is exactly you don't want everyone to see."

That was what happened when someone screwed around with Callisto, if you didn`t
answer a direct question you might end up with some body parts missing. Didn't
stop Lee from avoiding the question.

"I'm not sick."

"Didn't say you were."

Too tired to play a game of wits with someone who was more emotionally together
than he was, and not willing to avoid any further, , Lee gave in. He looked her
straight in the eye.

"Docs say I suffer from emotional repression. I suppress my emotions until
something triggers it and I get a fallout. Long periods cause suppressed immune
system, and a greater susceptibility to infection."

The frustration left her face at the admission, and the stone determination left
her voice as well.

"It's been in your file awhile, but this is the first time I've seen a symptom."

This time his gaze left her, turning his face to the front, his eyes straight
ahead, not wanting to see her when Lee admitted more than he ever had to anyone
in two years.

"I've been dealing with this since before I signed up. I've been able to manage
it."

It sounded a little hollow now after his near mental breakdown, but it was true,
It hadn't been that bad since his childhood, when he was taking care of Zak
while his mother was drinking herself into a coma.

"Eight years ago, I was stationed at a medical unit on Picon in the Libera
province. Worked as a trauma surgeon, back when the guilds owned the government
there. They started competing and before anyone knew what was going on there was
an all out war on the streets."

Callisto wasn't looking at Lee, her eyes unfocused on a spot in front of her as
the memories played through her mind. Lee remembered when he heard about that.
Five days of intense fighting before one of the guild leaders was captured,
tried and executed. The other guilds fell back in line real quick when they
found they weren't outside the law. It was a lesson at the cost of thousands of
lives and homes. Using the pause, Lee related.

"Heard about that, Picon government came down hard on them. Lot of casualties."

Callisto gave a small nod.

"The night after an artillery strike was the worst. A shell hit an apartment
complex, full of poor people who couldn't leave the area. Kid died with my hands
in his chest. But there wasn't time to grieve, there was another person waiting
with shrapnel in her leg, threatening to bleed out. Afterwards, I fell hard,
harder than I ever had, sobbing my little brain out, and if there wasn't someone
standing next to me, I wouldn't have been able to get back up."

Lee felt a surge of sympathy rise in him, something rare in his line of work.
With it came a new found respect he had for Callisto. She had managed to deal
with the one thing he had never conquered: failure. When he was a kid, failure
meant you weren't trying hard enough. And even when he was failing his classes
in lieu of taking care of his little brother, Lee had always taken it to heart
that he wasn't good enough for either task. If he had been in the same situation
as Callisto had been, Lee didn't think he could have handled it.

"So you're saying I should cry on Dion's shoulder."

The joke got a slight smile out of the medic, but didn't bring her out of her
thousand mile stare.

"No, but Section eight was next on my list of destinations. There was no where
to unwind, we were in the middle of a war zone. But I opened up a bit to the
people watching my back, and the falls were a little less hard."

They didn't speak for a beat. When Lee broke the silence, his voice was rough
with sincerity.

"You read my file when you joined my team as the medic. Why tell me this now."

Callisto turned to him, wearing a small smile, the vacant look finally gone from
her eyes.

"Because before, you could go to a bar for some floozy to frak."

It was the first genuine, full bellied laugh she'd ever heard from him. Lee was
so tired, so emotionally wrung out that when she made the joke, he didn't have
the presence of mind to care, and just laughed. The expression on Callisto's
face made him laugh harder, and without realizing it Lee spoke.

"Callisto, I'm glad you're on my team."

The raised eyebrows and stunned expression turned into the biggest smile he had
ever seen on her face. And soon she was laughing with him. When they were done,
their breaths coming in gasps, they sat contented. Soon enough the world and
reality of the situation would back to them. But after the moment they just
shared, it wouldn't be nearly as bleak. If they died, they were going to die in
good company.

Feeling back to sorts, but bone tired, Lee climbed out of the chair and made his
way to the door.

"Get some rest, Callisto."

He heard as he walked down the hall.

"Same to you, sir."

Lee fully intended to, for a few years at least.

Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 6/?
Date- 02/17/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 2691
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

Dumb luck.

That's what it was.

When you were in the line of work that involves life and death, you
grew a healthy understanding of luck. One man runs through a mine
field, doesn't blow himself up. Firefight where no one hits their
targets, then one person gets a head-shot from forty feet away with a
handgun. Luck always was around. But you couldn't count on it, you
couldn't predict it, and you couldn't expect it to work against the
person trying to kill you.

But that's what this was, dumb frakking luck.

From the moment Lee, Achilla and Dion had descended into the hidden
basement of the cabin, it seemed that their surplus of luck had
finally been cashed in. The main vault door had been left unlocked,
with a key left on the outside in a small plastic case imbedded in the
wall. Those two details deivulged the unlikelihood that the facility
had ever been in use. The key locked the door from the inside,
indicating that this was an apocolypse bunker.

Lee had heard while back in his academy classes that toward the end of
the first cylon war the government began preparing for a possible
attack and started to draw up plans for the ultimate long term
habitable underground facilities. From what he vaguely remembered from
that one day of Military history in the Academy, only three of the
colonies were able to complete construction, Caprica being one of
them. He remembered being told the bunker had been decommissioned
after years of peace. That apparently wasn't the case.

It took five hours to sweep the entirety of the bunker, it might have
taken less time, but there wasn't any power, and even with night
vision, it was still a pain in the ass to work in the dark. Luckily
they found the security control room outright. It housed several
copies of the bunker's blueprints, and with the new information, Lee's
team were able to coordinate the sweep. There were thirty-six rooms in
total, and ten assorted storage lockers. Cafeterias, gyms, bunk rooms,
med bay, libraries, rec. rooms, and from the look of it an executive
wing, to house the president, the cabinet and all their families.

When the sweep was done, each team checking in on the short wave
radios they kept with them, Lee had Nestor come down and check the
generator. The man spent a good minute ogling the piece of machinery,
spouting off fifty facts, only half of which Lee understood. Finding
it in good condition they turned on main power. The lights came on in
a flickering wave, as disused cables came alive with power, lighting
the concrete and metal plated hallways. Lee was in the control room
when the lights lit up around him, panels and monitors coming to life.

He had been sorting through the records of the supplies and equipment
housed in the bunker, trying to assess their situation. He didn't
understand most of it, Lee would have to have Nestor explain it. But
what he did understand was making him disbelieve their sheer luck. The
facility from what he could tell  was a compact nuclear fusion
generator used in newer model battlestars to rid their need for
constant tillium refueling. If kept in good condition it would last
for a couple of centuries.

The bunker was fully independent from the surface, recycling air,
water, even the food, which as he understood was not much more than a
vitamin enriched protein paste that could outlast a cockroach in a
nuclear blast.

The facility itself hadn't been completely shut down, a subsystem was
left running to keep the recycling equipment working. The last log
said that the bunker status had been downgraded to permanent standby,
that all the staff were to be reassigned, and that was twenty years
ago. It seemed it had been more cost effective to simply leave the
facility running than to dismantle it.

Lee didn't know how he had managed to find it, and the intense
concentration that made him notice the chimney's inconsistencies
unnerved him. But there was one thing he learned while back: you don't
stop and question luck, otherwise it'll come and bite you on the ass
for your ungratefulness.

After everyone checked in he called to stand down and backtrack to the
security control room, which overlooked the door to the lift. Nestor
was the first to get back so Lee immediately sent him back out again.

"Nestor, get Callisto and Anders down here, we need to have a little
chat."

Nestor took it in stride, the find of the day probably giving him some
extra pep. Lee could already guess that it was the same bounce that
was going to be in everyone else's step.

As each member of his team filed in, they reported their findings.
There were twenty two family sized living quarters, two bunk rooms
that housed twenty people each. He could see the hope in each of their
faces, a result of the presence of their immense luck. Lee learned a
little more about the place, there were a few shorts, but nothing
dangerous, but his main interest lay in the armory report.

The ammo and arms left in storage was all forty years old, but heavier
ordinance. He carried a T-51 rifle, designed to for accuracy and
power. But it was useless against most armor. The rifles, though
outdated, were from the first war and were designed to pierce the
armor of a Centurion Assault Robot. They were heavier, but carried a
lot of power. There were standard outdated pistols, probably for crowd
control, but they had enough firepower to equip all twenty people
twice. Gods bless Armistice paranoia.

Nestor returned with a bewildered Anders not long after his team
finished reporting in with Callisto silently behind. Lee could tell
that the athlete was about to bombard them all with several useless
questions. Achilla must have caught on to this as well, and with a
meaningful glance let Lee know she would be taking the lead on this.
Of course Anders had to prove him right.

"What is this place?"

The look Achilla gave him this time was a stern suggestion to keep
quiet and let her handle this. Looking away Lee nodded his head while
he scanned the room. In the middle of the room rested a lit light
table with a topographic map of the area in a forty mile radius.

His team had arranged themselves around the large table with Nestor
and Callisto coming to stand at one of the ends. Lee caught from the
corner of his eye the medic ruffling the engineer's hair with a tired
smirk, which she did every time Callisto won a bet with Nestor. He
would guess that it was a bet on whether Anders would ask a stupid
question. But Lee might have been biased.

Knowing Lee wouldn't say anything in response, Achilla put on a soft
expression and addressed Anders.

"Best we can tell it's an apocalypse bunker, made after the Armistice,
and from the looks of things, it's never been used, shut down a for a
couple decades."

Surprisingly the athlete seemed to know what Achilla was talking
about. Slowly but surely the overwhelming possibilities washed over
his features, and the look on his face was of disbelieving hope.

"Could we use this? I mean, as a safe house?"

Looking around almost wildly to each of Lee's squad Anders noticed
that none of their faces reflected his optimism. He turned back to
Achilla.

  "Will the Cylons know about it?"

Achilla, bless her, did let a twitch mar her empathetic expression,
she did have a better poker face after all.

"Maybe, if they knew about our base, it's possible they about this
place too, course at this point it's the safest place for you."

The light table lit Anders from below, allowing all of them to see his
finely chiseled face solidify in frustration. Lee mentally sighed,
preparing for the inevitable fight to come.

"You mean for us."

Lee could tell Achilla's patience was running out, her tone taking a
harder edge. That's one of the few things that had learned early on
about Achilla, you don't want to tell her what she means to say, what
she thinks, or who she is. If she tells someone what's what, they can
pretty much take that as the truth in all three dimensions.

"We need to find out what the facts on the ground are, who the enemy
is, the measure of the ground force, we aren't going to be able to do
that from here."

"What about us? You guys go off and get killed, we're left twisting in
the wind! If something goes wrong with Sue-Shaun none of us are
qualified to help her."

The thing that frustrated Lee the most was that the athlete was right
in a way. Lee already knew that this was a decision of priority, and
naturally he leaned toward the military aspect. They needed to know
what was going on, and going ahead without a medic might as well be a
suicide mission.

"We need someone with medical experience with us. It's a day's hike
from here to Delphi, and someone with a wound slows us down and leaves
a trail."

"We have someone hurt right now that needs help. And who cares who
attacked, they nuked the planet to scrap?! Keeping these people safe
is more important."

Course the reality of the situation was that any miliatary operation
would have the likelyhood of ending in disaster. If that were to
happen then the people here would have no chance of surviving more
than a month.

"The more we know about the enemy, the better we'll be able to keep
your people safe."

"What is it with you guys?! These aren't just my people, they're your
people too!"

Anders' shout snapped Lee back to the conversation, which he had been
observing at a near unconscious level. The decision came easier than
he thought. The sound of his clear voice seemed to startle everyone.

"Callisto, how long till we know Sue-Shaun is out of the woods?"

The only confusion the medic showed was a slightly furrowed brow.

"Couple weeks, by then she should be healing up and any damage we
didn't know about should have made itself known by then."

Nodding to himself, Lee continued, turning to the engineer.

"Nestor, how long will it take to get these people settled and this
place checked out?"

Nestor's reaction was a bit more noticable, wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"Hard to say, I haven't worked with equipment this old before, unless
you count my first car. A month, maybe more."

"Alright."

He waited a beat, and no one spoke. It was moments like these that Lee
enjoyed a little too much, no one guessing what his decision was going
to be, waiting for him to lay down the verdict.

"Achilla, Nestor, Callisto you're staying here, make sure these people
get set up, Dion and I are going on the recon."

They all looked stunned, Anders most of all and that had Lee laughing
hard on the inside. All of his team, except Achilla, was looking at
each other, making sure that they hadn't imagined what they just
heard. It wasn't the splitting of the team, it was the siding with a
civilian that had shocked them all. The look on Achilla's face told
him she understood this wasn't just a random choice, it was more, it
was the attitude and path that Lee was going to lead them down. Dion
on the other hand, lacked that aptitude in observation.

"Sir?"

Lee stared Anders straight in the eye as he answered Dion's question.

"These people are our first priority."

Anders, though less observant than Dion, it seemed understood that
though Lee was agreeing with him, it wasn`t going to be the end of the
conversation.

"Achilla, start getting these people organized and settled in, Nestor
check this place out top to bottom and see what needs fixing, Callisto
you got two weeks to train one of these civvies in basic medical care.
Next time I go out for a stroll you're coming with me."

Reluctantly they all started moving, Nestor heading for the door,
Achilla heading towards Lee, Anders pausing to talk to Callisto about
Sue-Shaun's condition, and Dion waiting for instructions. Sighing
internally, Lee pushed off the console he was leaning against and
mentally started prepping himself for the coming hardships.

"Dion, we're leaving in twenty four hours, get some food, and get some
sleep."

Achilla held her tongue until Dion and Nestor were out of the room.

"Sir..."

Lee heard the concern in her voice, she didn't like the idea of him
being somewhere where she couldn't watch his back. They had been
friends for almost ten years, Lee didn't like it much either, nuclear
holocausts tended to inconvenience people.

"I don't trust anyone else to run this bunch of yahoos if I get
fragged. You're staying."

She said nothing, just nodded and left the room, leaving Lee a little
more depressed than usual. Anders had finished his conversation with
the medic, but before he could follow Callisto out the door, Lee
stopped him.

"Anders, hold up a minute"

The athlete appeared awkward and a little uncomfortable, the hands at
his sides fidgeting against the sportswear. Anders was about to do
something Lee hated.

"Listen thanks for..."

"Can it."

The awkwardness was bludgeoned back into the animosity they were both
used to. Without preamble Lee started into the issues, he needed
Anders to understand the full scope of the situation in which they now
found themselves.

"Things are going to get complicated. The people up there are going to
get nice and cozy down here and start wanting a say in how things are
run. Personally I'd rather just dump you all down here and take my
chances rather than delegate the demands of thirty different people."

"And you want my help."

Lee's measurement of Anders comprehension skills was growing by the
moment, so was his respect. Not that it had been much to begin with,
but, progress was being made.

"You're a natural leader, they'll trust you, and I don't think anyone
else could do the job."

"This is a bit more complicated than telling the right guard to go in
for a tackle."

Lee would have smiled if he had slept more than two hours in the last
week, instead he just nodded and continued.

"Never said it was going to be easy, just saying they'll like your
pretty face and soft handed attitude more than my
do-it-or-I'll-shoot-you method."

Anders looked down, staring into space, considering for a moment
before looking Lee back in the eye.

"If I do this, then it means we get a say in how things are run. None
of this do it cause I said so crap."

Lee felt a natural instinct to turn into a drill instructor, where the
opinion Anders had was the opinion  Lee gave him. It was the perk you
got being an officer. Reconsidering that course of action, he instead
did something he had only acquiesced to a few times in his life:
compromise.

"Naturally."

Confidently the athlete extended his hand.

"Alright."

Without hesitation Lee shook it, but the conversation wasn't over.

"Be sure that you're up for this."

Nodding decisively, Anders dropped lee's hand and started for the
door. He threw his response over his shoulder.

"I just said I was."

"Anders."

Lee's voice was devoid of civility or friendliness of any kind. It was
the kind of tone you might hear from a jungle cat when another came
too close to be respectful. Thick, low and with murderous intent.
Tensing Anders instinctively realized, that it was not a good idea to
have his back to this man. Looking at Lee's eyes, the athlete
struggled to keep his face calm.

"The next time we're in the field and I give you an order, you do it,
no questions or I will kill you."

With that Anders was excused.

Title- Everything that was, will be again
Author- Igore
Part- 5/?
Date- 02/17/2009
Rating - R
Pairings/Characters- Lee, Kara, Anders, Adama, Zak, OC
Word Count- 2118
Category- SAGA!!
Genre- AU Story; Action and angst.
Archiving- The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, KaraLee,
Fanfiction.net, all other's please ask
Warnings- Violence, torture, suggested sexual situations...
Spoilers- All seasons

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

----

They managed to get the woman onto the table without causing much more
damage to her shoulder. Lee had Anders recruit two of the strongest
C-bucks to carry her on the collapsable stretcher Callisto carried in
her pack. The medic walked with the stretcher all the way to the
cabin, the rest of the group wrapped around them in a tight formation,
with the rest of his squad spread farther out.

The close proximity of the outpost made the attack almost comical.
Like some kind of old Delphian fairytale, the fount of their salvation
guarded by a mighty beast. Only this particular fount would probably
only give them a weeks worth of food, any medical supplies would be
used up by the injured person they were carrying.

The moment the woman was on the table, Dion retrieved a bulky looking
med kit and proceeded to help Callisto prep for stitching and refresh
the saline drip that was nearly dry. As they began their work
stabilizing the woman, Lee watched with a measured gaze. The woman was
still conscious as he addressed her.

"What's your name."

"Sue-Shaun"

"That was a very brave thing you did, Sue-Shaun. Next time you decide
to do something that brave, check in with me first."

Sue-Shaun nodded as well as she could, smiling a bit. As Lee walked
away he heard Dion speak lowly.

"Don't worry, he's just a little cranky cause he was assembled by the
army out of dead assholes, sometimes the seams itch."

No one noticed Lee's smirk. Dion was still sore about being on lookout
for five hours, but Lee had years of experience telling him by Dion's
tone, there wasn't a grudge. Just a lot of smartass.

Achilla had hung back to keep anyone unnecessary out of the cabin,
allowing the two to work. Once everyone got the message, Lee ordered
Nestor to find a lookout position and Achilla to patrol the perimeter
while he assessed their situation.

They were against the mountain, two meters away from a rocky climb at
the crotch point of two hills, the crease running down into a valley
with tall trees on both sides. The cabin itself was not an old
forestry outpost. Traditionally forestry outposts in the deep woods
were on stilts to keep all sorts of critters and predators out, and
generally were taller than the tree-line to spot forest fires.

The cabin before them was a single room log matchbox, the one window
and door facing the downward slop with the mountain to its back. The
brief glimpse he got inside the place before he had to keep the
concerned civvies gave more questions than answers. The inside was
obviously built for residency. It had a bunk, a table, a counter and a
stone fireplace, but nothing else. It lacked any signs of use, no
scrapes, wear or tear, other than what Dion had set up for his
vacations. It looked like it had been built years ago, then abandoned
before anyone could use it. The most confusing was the fireplace
itself. It's dimensions were off, too big for the size of the cabin.

Turning his back to the cabin, Lee found his way to Achilla, who was
making her rounds. On his way he saw that the families had huddled
together close to the building, their fear from the attack causing
them to be overly cautious and unwilling to venture, unwilling to sit
still or relax. The C-bucks were about the same, except for a few
small groups comforting each other over the loss of their teammate.

One woman, a brunette with pale skin in tight athletic gear, was on
the ground, head in hand sobbing quietly. A man with similar features
kneeled next to her, talking in a low soothing tone, rubbing her back
as she grieved.

Lee turned his attention to Achilla who had noticed his approach, but
like a good soldier hadn't stopped scanning the horizon. Falling into
step he allowed with her himself a moment to take a breath, but it
came out as a ragged sigh.

"How's the woman?"

Achilla was usually the first to speak in their dialogues. She was one
of two people with whom he would, and could, carry on a conversation.

"Sue-Shaun, she'll live, but it'll take most of our med supplies to
keep her stable."

"What about food?"

She still hadn't looked at him. They both kept walking, neither
looking at the other, just scanning the horizon. It was then that Lee
noticed the sun. All through the day there had been pleasant weather
with a nice cool breeze, making the heat of the midday sun bearable.

"From what I saw the food rations Dion stashed here will feed all of
us for a couple days, a week if we stretch it."

Achilla risked a momentary glance to the Major. He'd seen that look
before, it didn't happen often, but recognized the concern on her
face. Lee knew he looked like crap. His body couldn't hide the
constant fatigue and stress he was under. Fortunately for both their
sakes, she didn't mention it.

"Any plan on what we're going to do?"

"We're about a days hike from Delphi. Civvies stay here while we go
take a look at the facts on the ground and scrape up some food."

He hated the plan, but there weren't many choices left, they could
bring the civvies with them, but with the morning's demonstration,
that plan would only end with more dead bodies.

"Anders might not like that."

He felt a stab of irritation go through him.

"Yeah, well, if Anders questions one of my orders again we might just
end up with one less mouth to feed."

To anyone else, it might have sounded like a joke. But as anyone who
knew him, and the civvies with him now were quickly learning, Lee did
not make jokes.

"I'm not one to one to speak out against you putting a bullet to
someone, but I have to say, we're going to need him."

Lee turned to look Achilla in the eyes without slowing their pace. She
was smart, smarter than most any person he knew, and right then she
grasped something he didn't. Not that Lee would admit it, but he knew
enough not to ignore intelligent advice.

"How's that?"

"He can handle the civilians. You can't."

Lee stopped walking.

Achilla continued ahead for a couple of steps and then realized he
wasn't going to move until she explained. She turned to face him, and
nearly smiled at his raised eyebrows and indignant expression.

"Civilians require a gentler hand when being given commands. Somehow
your do-it-or-I-shoot-you method might just fall short."

He looked down and began shaking his head. It was his way of telling
her that she was right.

"How did I ever manage to be saddled with such a pain in the ass captain?"

"Cause you can't bluff to save your life and I look better topless."

Looking back up at her, Lee quirked his eyebrow, allowing himself a
moment of humor.

"Says who?"

It got a smile out of the Captain. The wind picked up in the trees,
and the murmur of conversation and sobbs in the background created a
white noise that drowned out his thoughts. Everything was calm, and an
eerie lucidity washed over him. Lee was more focused, his vision was
sharper, and without knowing why, Lee turned back to look at the cabin.

Something that had been vaguely bothering him since their arrival was
now irritating the hell out of him, so much so he couldn't concentrate
on anything else. Something about the Cabin's chimney, it was too
frakkin big.

Achilla and Lee had walked to the southwest, granting a better view of
the where the fireplace cut into the side of the cabin. Most stone
fireplaces were fat at the bottom for the fire, then sloped up into a
square shaft to keep the heat in and the weather out. He remembered
barely being able to fit into a fireplace when he was ten, but the
chamber in this one looked to be about six feet tall and four feet wide.

To anyone else it would have looked like someone just got their
proportions wrong, but no matter how hard he tried, Lee couldn't
ignore it. Like an itch on the end of the nose.

"Sir?"

What caught his eye was the base of the chimney. The entire cabin had
been built a long time ago, and while it looked like it hadn't changed
much, the land around it had shifted. Most likely a particularly rainy
spring had created a small wash and exposed some of the foundation
around the chimney. The water had eaten at the dirt, searching for any
weakness, and had managed to get under the foundation beneath the
cabin. It would in the future probably threaten to collapse the entire
structure, except that the chimney foundation extended past the
cabin's, straight into the ground.

The lucidity that had engulfed him now ebbed away, allowing him to
move forward. He motioned for Achilla to follow. She did, without
question. Lee knew his quick pace was catching the attention of the
civvies, including Anders, who had joined his friend in comforting the
crying teammate.

Halfway to the cabin, Lee saw nestor in a covered outcropping where a
boulder had settled after falling down the mountain.

"Nestor!"

Motioning for Nestor to join him and Achilla, Lee continued his trek
without waiting, knowing it would take a few moments for the other
soldier to catch up. Anders caught up to them just as Lee entered the
cabin. The intent and urgency of their steps colored the athlete's
voice with alarm.

"What's going on?"

Lee ignored the question as he made a beeline to the fireplace,
passing a confused Dion, and Callisto, who was still working and paid
him no heed. The arch of the fireplace stood about five feet, tall
forcing Lee to bend down to drag the grill out of the way, causing the
ash; from the few times Dion had built a fire, bloomed into the air.

Inspecting the inside of the chimney Lee didn't notice much out of
place. There was blackened stone and mortor, traces of ash and soot,
and in the back nestled in a corner, a small metal case housing three
buttons colored green, black and red. Making sure he was clear, Lee
pushed the green button. A low metallic clank and hiss, and the floor
of the fireplace started to descend.

If Lee hadn't completely focused on the ever widening opening, he
would have noticed the shocked expression on Anders' face.

"How the frak did you know?"

Lee didn't acknowledge the athlete in the slightest. He simply stared
at the hole in the ground, trying to understand what had just
happened, the sudden arrival and departure of that intense focus
frightened him like no man could. In the end he came to no
conclusions. Saving the internal debate for later, Lee pushed the
black button, stopping the lift before it went too far down, and
turned to his team, who were patiently waiting with anxious
expressions. Except Callisto, who recognized the situation was not
dire and turned back to wiping up the blood around the stitches she
had just put in.

"Dion, you bring up the middle. Achilla you cover the rear. Nestor,
stay here and cover the shaft."

They immediately checked their weapons and dropped their backpacks. As
Lee checked his own weapon he caught Anders' silent frustrated glare,
tense hands on his hips. Lucky for both of them, Anders didn't make a
move to do anything other than just glare. Turning his attention back
to his crew, they all gave nods to let him know they were ready to go.
With a breath through the nose, Lee turned and brought his rifle up to
his shoulder and dropped down onto the lift.

If you don't mind spoilerish images... Jeebs83 on LJ has found some
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Ed