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10 November 2009 @ 08:46 pm
The Thread of Ariadne, Ch. 5  
Chapter Five






In Adama's quarters, the admiral picked the handset off the wall and told CIC, "Send Doctor Cottle to my office and get me the president."

Then he sat in the chair at the middle table, Hera in his lap, and gestured with his free hand for the others to sit in the semi-circular seating area. "Helo, Athena, please," he murmured, when they didn't seem inclined to sit down. "We need the truth. I promise you, if this really is Hera, no one will be taking her from you." When Hera got squirmy, he gave her a little wooden figurine to hold and gnaw on, but didn't relinquish her.

Foster sat stiffly on one side, while the Agathons took the far end, and Kara put herself more in the middle, but definitely to the Agathons' side.

"How do you know?" Adama asked Sharon.

"I can feel her, Admiral. I've been having these dreams about her. Vivid, real dreams. I know it sounds strange," she added defensively and then said, with a glance at Kara, "Sam told me she was still alive, almost a year ago. I didn't want to believe him, but somehow I've always known she was alive."

"Sir... feelings, and dreams, and the ravings of an oracle -- " Foster protested.

That pricked Kara's temper and she turned her head to glare at Foster. "Ravings? He was frakking right about New Caprica --"

"Starbuck," Adama said mildly enough, but it quelled her anger and made her sit back. "I agree with you, Ms. Foster, that dreams and prophecies and oracles aren't enough. I don't believe in them either. But the fact is Doctor Cottle rushed to cremate the body without the approval of either of her parents, and that's always bothered me. Not enough to suspect she might be alive, but it was wrong. But that's not nearly as wrong as lying to me on my own ship."

His tone sharpened, and Kara felt a smile of anticipation tug at her lips. She'd been on the receiving end of the Admiral's anger more than a few times, and not for anything this bad. If this all turned out to be a lie, he was going to be pissed.

The phone rang and Adama grabbed it. "Yes? Ah, Madam President. Ms. Foster is presently sitting in my office with the Agathons. And a child who may be Hera Agathon. Before Doctor Cottle arrives to tell me the truth, I think I'd like to hear it from you."

Then he was silent, listening, but Kara could see his grip on the handset tighten. Then his lips flattened and he said coldly, "You perpetuated a fraud against me on my own ship. You suborned at least one of my officers into lying to me. You stole a baby from her parents, one of them my human XO and another of my officers." Then his gaze lifted to meet the Agathons' transported expressions of joy and disbelief, and he nodded once slowly then his lips tightened in reaction to something Roslin said. "No, that's not good enough. I trust her, and that's all that matters. Hera Agathon will not be leaving the custody of her parents, now or ever, do I make myself clear?" Then he hung up, gave a little kiss to Hera's curly hair, and set her gently on the floor. "Go to your mother and father, Hera," he murmured.

Hera looked up at Sharon and Helo. She took a few unsteady steps forward, as if she hadn't just been all over the hangar deck like a mouse, then she said clearly, "Mama."

"Hera!" Sharon was up like a missile and swept Hera into a tight hug, her eyes running with silent tears. Helo knelt beside them on the floor, his big arms enclosing them both.

Adama watched them for a moment. The normally grim, craggy lines of his face were relaxed and a small smile toyed at his lips. "That's all the proof I need, right there," he murmured. But then his eyes lifted and he looked at the president's aide. The smile disappeared. "Starbuck, escort Ms. Foster back to her Raptor to return to Colonial One."

"Yes, sir," Kara acknowledged. "With pleasure."

Foster folded her hands, took a breath, and then stood up, lifting her chin proudly. She knew she'd been found out a liar, but made no effort to apologize for any of it. Not that either of the Agathons appears interested in her apology, or even looking at her, but it irked Kara nonetheless.

The chime on the admiral's door rang, and the admiral called, "Come!"

The hatch opened and Cottle came in. He took only a moment to figure it out, with the Agathons together on the floor, and then nodded. "Well, that's good then," he muttered.

"Doctor," Adama greeted him, sounding strained. "You owe the Agathons an explanation. Captain Thrace, you're dismissed."

"Yes, sir." Although Kara would give a lot to listen to that conversation, she gestured for Foster to precede her out the door. "Let's go."

Halfway to the docking bay, Foster suddenly explained, "We did it for her protection. The president knows she's important, she has a destiny, Captain Thrace. She's the shape of things to come, that's what President Roslin says. We can't let the Cylons get their hands on her."

Kara listened and shook her head in disgusted amazement. "Wait, let me get this straight: to keep her safe from Cylons, you stole her from our one Cylon ally - very nearly turning her back against us - and brought Hera to New Caprica where she could've been abducted or killed by the rest of the Cylons. Good job," she said with mocking approval.

"We didn't know," Foster protested.

Kara snorted. "You did, too. Sam told Roslin something terrible was going to happen on New Caprica. She didn't believe him, but she knew. So that doesn't fly with me."

Foster looked at her curiously. "Is that how you knew? Did he tell you?"

And it was with immense satisfaction that Kara could look her right in the eye and tell her, "I saw it in a dream."

* * *

After she deposited Foster in the hangar bay to board a Raptor back to her ship, Kara went to the ready room to see if Lee had updated the board yet for tomorrow's assignments.

He was there, examining the roster with a deep thoughtful frown. "Hey, need help?" she asked.

He shrugged and shook his head. "Not really." Then he caught the look on her face. "You look awfully happy about something. What's up?"

She grinned. "Hera Agathon's still alive, Lee. She's back with Helo and Sharon, so you might want to give them a few days off to get settled."

He blinked at her as if she'd spoken in another language. "I'm sorry, what? Their baby died, didn't she?"

"Nope." Kara leaned against the nearest seat. "Roslin faked it and Hera's been living under another name on New Caprica this whole time. The admiral is not happy about it."

"I ... can imagine," Lee said. "Oh my gods."

"And she recognized Sharon. Looked right at her and called her mama even though they last saw each other when she was just hours old. It's... a miracle," she finished more softly, and her eye fell on the name down in the lower right corner of the board. She needed her own miracle, too.

Lee said, with a shrug, "Must be the Cylon blood, somehow. Well, I'm glad we have more pilots now to cover for them. Speaking of," he said, and looked uncomfortable, "I think it's time to erase this, don't you?"

She realized he was pointing right where she was looking: 'Oracle: MIA' on the board. "No. Leave it."

"Kara, it's been five months..."

"He's not dead," she returned forcefully.

"Just because some Cylon told Athena that, doesn't make it true," he protested. "They were just frakking with her, and with you. Don't let them get into your head like this."

She shook her head adamantly. "No."

He persisted, "You saw the dradis, you heard him say he was punching out.... And we know Cylons don't take prisoners."

"Boomer said they did."

He let out an exasperated groan. "C'mon, Kara! She tried to kill my father! You can't believe a word she says."

Not that she wanted to, entirely, since Boomer had also told Athena that she thought Sam was dead. Kara shook her head. "No, it's not just that." But she stopped there, knowing Lee was never going to believe the dreams. For a man so idealistic, he had very little faith in things that he couldn't see. She flared in sudden anger, "Just leave it. What difference does it make?"

He gave up and pulled his hand back from erasing the callsign. "I don't think it's good for you to keep holding on like this, but all right."

He clearly thought she was still just indulging in denial and wishful thinking. But she remembered the Sam in her dreams promising they'd find each other again.

They were all living in a time of desperation but also wonder and miracles, and she was getting stronger in her faith. The gods were not done with her, and they were not done with Sam.





On to Chapter Six: Spread the Joyful News
 
 
 
Merry F: kara smileivanolix on November 27th, 2009 12:34 am (UTC)
Dreams pwn Tory. End of line. *happy*

Also, destiny!Kara is just spine-tingly awesome.
Allisonfrolicndetour on November 29th, 2009 10:34 pm (UTC)
The plot thickens! I'm actually excited about Sam and Thea's baby, though it does complicate things. Is it foolish to hope you'll be kinder than Ron?

I'm a little (okay, a lot) more sympathetic to Laura than you, but it is fascinating to see how the changes to canon have the characters acting in such different, yet plausible ways. Can't wait to read more!
lizardbethlizardbeth_j on December 1st, 2009 07:53 pm (UTC)
I assume by now you know what happens to the baby (and if you don't, you will. So I won't spill here)

I actually find Laura's actions in stealing Hera kind of hilarious ironic in hind-sight. Trying so hard to keep Hera away from the Cylons, and basically handing her to them gift-wrapped.... cracks me up. But since Sharon gets her back earlier here, she can be less hardened and crazy by the loss, and Boomer never gets involved with her either, so she doesn't have that moment of feeling less than her sister, either. So it all... works out just a little better all around. :)