|rap541 (rap541) wrote,|
@ 2008-10-31 16:34:00
Alpha and Omega part 71- "An Officer of the Fleet"
Woo! Part 71! Of Alpha and Omega my big table fic! Only... 29 parts to go!
Someone give me candycorn for strength.
Title: An Officer of the Fleet
Prompt: 071 - Broken
Word count: 749
Sumary: Kara kinda freaks out
Author's note: Obviously this is part of a bigger story. Read in order of the prompts, or else it really won't make sense. Here's a link to the table.
She ignored the voice, and the booted footsteps, even when it was obvious that Bill Adama was standing in front of her cell door. She didn’t care. Sam was dead. The only reason she had wanted to go back to Caprica was to get Sam, and now he was dead. She curled up in a ball on the small cot.
“Kara, we can’t afford this.” The cell door opened and then closed, and suddenly Adama was sitting next to her on the cot. “I know it’s difficult when you lose someone, and in a different time, I would let you sit here until you felt ready to talk about it, but we don’t have that kind of time. Sam Anders is dead. Dr. Cottle said that his entire body was riddled with cancer, that even if you had brought him back from your first trip, he’d still be dead. You tried, but he never had a chance, and you shouldn’t blame yourself….and you need to get over it because Sam is dead and there’s a lot of people still alive who need your help.”
A lie, but she recognized his intent. She didn’t care. They weren’t at condition one so there was no problem that needed her. There was a lengthy period of silence.
“All right…” Bill stood up and suddenly jerked her to her feet. “Look at me,” he said harshly. “I am sorry that someone you cared about died. We all have lost people we care about, and we move on, Kara. We have to move on. You’re an officer of the fleet and I need you to act like one. I need to know what the hell happened on this mission and I don’t have time to wipe your tears and make sure you feel fine. Get it together, and get it together now.”
“You got the damn scepter,” she hissed. “What do you want from me? Gaeta is the one who knows how it works.”
Adama’s expression changed subtly, softening. “Kara… Gaeta may not live.”
“What?” She felt her anger turn to ice. “What are you talking about?” He hadn’t been hurt that badly. The sort of thing that hurt like hell but it would get better, cuts, bruises and burns. Nothing that would kill him.
Adama looked stern. “Some sort of infection. Cottle is doing everything he can. Kara…what was the name of the Cylon that hurt him?”
“Cavil… he said his name was Brother Cavil, that he was a priest…” Kara shook off Adama’s hands, her anger returning. “He tricked the resistance and he killed them. He led them to a cache of food that was poisoned and he tried to turn me against Gaeta… Why are you asking me about this?”
She had a feeling. A feeling that was confirmed when Adama held out a photograph to her, a photo of Roslin and Tom Zarek talking, with a older man standing behind them.
“That’s him.” She let the rage roll back in. “He’s a Cylon. He tortured Gaeta.” Her hands clenched into fists. “Where is he?”
He put up a hand to stop her. “We need him alive. I’ve got marines waiting for me to give the word.”
“What?” She wasn’t sure she was hearing.
“We need him alive, and not dead and broken into bits, so we can gain intelligence.” Adama’s eyes seemed to bore into her. “And I need you to debrief the president on what happened, and that needs to happen in the next hour.” More gently he added, “I don’t want you back in flight rotation until Cottle checks you out, and he’s pissed with you so you’re not getting cleared for a few days.” He opened the cell door. “Get showered and be in my quarters in 15 minutes. And if you go anywhere near the Cylon, I‘ll bust you down to deckhand.” More gently he added, “I need you up to speed, Kara. We’re not in a great place. I need all of my people.”
She almost cursed at him. Because it was the same thing that he said, that he always said, but Sam was dead and the words felt hollow. At least until she looked into his eyes and that stopped her. Bill Adama was upset and not just about her.
If she had just fifteen minutes, she didn’t even have time to at least check on Gaeta. He couldn’t be dying. Not after everything. Not after Sam dying. It wasn’t fair.