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24 September 2011 @ 04:16 pm
TRIAD: Shuffle and Deal, conclusion  
Battlestar Galactica

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four


It turned out it wasn't the threesome making Sam tired. In the morning his sinuses were clogged, making his head hurt from the pressure, his throat was sore, and he felt generally sluggish when he wasn't sneezing his head off. He dragged himself out of bed to go work at the building site.

He got a little sicker, picking up a cough, but it was never bad enough to stay home, when work was just a short walk away and it wasn't as if he was the only one who'd picked up a head cold.

The cough lingered, and Kara varied between annoyed that he was keeping her awake coughing and demanding he see Cottle. He resisted.

"It's just a frakking virus!" he objected. "There's nothing Cottle can do."

"You don't know that until you ask!"

"I feel better!"

"You're still coughing and it's irritating the crap out of me. I can't sleep, and you sound like you're dying!" she shouted back and threw the empty cup she rinsed her brushes in at him.

He caught it. "If it bothers you so damn much, then go up to Pegasus and you can come down when it goes away!"

"Fine, then, I will." She gathered her stuff and left. He hurled the cup at the tent flap when she was gone, and decided to see if anyone was at the pyramid court. It was drizzling outside, and he glared at the clouds before deciding that a little rain wasn't going to keep him from working out, though it had kept anyone else from coming out. But when the rain started coming down harder and his coughs were back, he gave up and went back to the cold tent, trying to warm up with a cup of tea while he stared moodily at Kara's paintings.

The following days had some sun, and the cough started to taper off, letting him get more rest. Kara and Lee came down to see how he was. Sam was glad to be able to refuse Pegasus' infirmary.

But the day after Lee left, the illness came back with a vengeance. His chest hurt and his head ached horribly. He felt awful, exhausted as though he hadn't slept at all, cold and then hot, and through all of it, he was coughing all the time.

"Sam, you're getting worse," Kara told him. "I don't like this."

"I'll be fine," he insisted but this time she wasn't buying it.

"That is such bullshit. You're sick and getting sicker." Her hand felt like ice on his forehead and he flinched back. "You're burning up," she looked worried and bit her lip. "Stay here, I'm going to get the doc."

She left the tent, but he got up. He'd promised Duck he'd play with him, and he didn't want to punk out when the weather was good. The cool air felt good on his face, and he was feeling okay when he reached the court.

"You okay, Anders?" Duck asked, frowning at him.

"Bring it, Clellan."

But a tackle brought a choking fit, and suddenly Kara was there, furious, as she pulled him to his feet and dragged him back toward the tent. "You are a moron," she snapped. "Going off into the mud to play pyramid, when you can barely breathe. What the frak were you thinking?"

"I felt better," he protested weakly, and she snorted.

"Come on, Cottle's waiting."

He had to admit it felt better to get off his feet and into bed, and his light-headedness made him feel as if he was floating just above the covers. Cottle listened to his heart and lungs, and shook his head in disapproval. "Kara tells me you've had a chest cold for weeks. Congratulations, you've managed to make your virus into a lung infection. You have pneumonia."

On his other side, Kara muttered at him, "Dumbass." But her fingers were gentle, caressing his forearm and the back of his hand. "What do we do?"

"Stay hydrated. Plenty of rest. Which means, you not stirring from this bed," Cottle ordered Sam sharply. "This is the worst case I've seen since we got here. Does your chest hurt?"

Sam nodded. "Ribs and stomach from coughing, and inside." He put a hand on his left side, where it felt like a burning coal had settled, distinct from the ache in his muscles.

Cottle nodded and opened his bag to pull out a small container. He counted out pills which he handed to Kara. "Pain-killers to help him rest. No more than one every six hours."

"And?" Kara prompted. "Surely he needs some medicine."

"I don't have any down here," Cottle answered. He hesitated, looking at Sam as if weighing his chances then at Kara, before adding, "But Pegasus has some. I'll tell you what to get." Then more severely he told Sam, "No pyramid, no work, no leaving that bed. No dumb heroics. Rest. Or you'll die."

The flat warning shocked Sam, and Kara inhaled a sharp breath. Cottle saw the effect of his words and his lips turned in a grim smile. "You're very sick, Anders. And pneumonia was occasionally fatal in the Colonies even with fully stocked hospitals."

Feeling very small under the stern look, Sam nodded. "I understand."

Cottle ordered, "Close your eyes. I'll talk to you outside, Kara."

Kara squeezed Sam's hand and kissed his lips swiftly. "Go to sleep, baby," she whispered. "I'll be right back."

He shut his eyes, too tired to keep them open anymore, and fell asleep before he heard them leave the tent.

* * *

Lee greeted her as she left the Raptor. They kissed and he frowned at her, "You're back early."

"I need antibiotics," she told him and bit her lip, worried. "Doctor Cottle says Sam's cough's turned to pneumonia. That idiot was playing pyramid in the mud like a frakking championship was on the line," she added irritably heading for the hatch.

Lee sighed, not entirely surprised. Sam had stubbornly refused a berth on Pegasus, where at least it was warm and dry, claiming he was better, despite the deep shadows under his eyes and continued cough. "You could've had me send them down on the next trip," he said, as they left the hangar bay.

She shook her head. "No. It was faster to come get them myself. Barolay said she'd sit with him."

Lee missed a step in his surprise and had to hurry after her. "It was that urgent?"

"He'll be fine. I just need the medicine," Kara tried to say the words flippantly, but Lee caught her shoulder and made her stop.

"Kara. What did Cottle say?"

"That he's strong and he might be able to fight it off himself." Which sounded promising to Lee, but clearly Kara didn't share that belief. Her eyes wouldn't meet his. "His fever went up. Last I saw he was muttering deliriously about somebody named John and he didn't even know I was there."

Lee squeezed her shoulder. "We'll go get the medicine. And he'll be fine, Kara. Worst case, we drag him up here to sickbay, right? I'm pretty sure germs run away from that place."

Her lips twitched into a smile, and she nodded and shrugged off his hand. "Okay."

In sickbay Kara explained to nurse Sheldan what she needed, and as soon as she had it in hand, they headed back to the flight deck.

They weren't even halfway, when the battlestations alert blared and Lee heard Hoshi's over the all-hands: "Commander, CIC."

He rushed to the phone. "Apollo."

"Cylons are here," Hoshi explained shortly.

"Shit," he blurted. "On my way." He slammed the phone down and started to run, shouting at Kara, "Cylons found us."

She raced after him into CIC.

Hoshi was at the command console and had in the earpiece, listening. He glanced at Lee and said aloud for his benefit, "Yes, sir. We have the coordinates. We're spooled and ready."

In a glance Lee took in battlestations, and their tactical position, maneuvering between the oncoming Cylon basestars and the remnants of the Fleet who were spooling their drives.

At his side, Kara saw the same thing. "No!" she blurted, "We can't jump!"

But the civilian ships were already jumping out, while Galactica and Pegasus lingered to protect them.

"We have to," Hoshi answered briefly, listening to someone from Galactica on the wireless.

"Ready jump," Lee ordered.

Kara clutched at his arm. "No, wait. Let me launch. I have to get planetside." She dashed back out.

"Kara!" he shouted after her, but she was gone.

He found himself not knowing if he should hope for her to make it or not -- she'd jump it right off the deck if she had to.

They took some damage from the lead Heavy Raiders, who short-jumped into range, but the defenses held. They were recalling the last of their birds in flight.

Hoshi's gaze met his and he shook his head once, then put the Galactica on speaker. Dee's voice was tight but controlled, as she ordered, "Go when your last bird's in the barn."

"Acknowledged," Lee said and watched the report carefully of the Vipers. Finally Showboat's bird was in the pod and he was free to go. Galactica was the first to jump out, leaving Pegasus for a moment on their own against the Cylons.

Lee toggled for all-hands, to make sure Kara heard. "Pegasus jump," Lee ordered though Hoshi was already reaching for the button.

And they were away.

It took half an hour before the Fleet had jumped enough that they stopped. He spoke with the admiral, counted surviving ships, and dispatched CAP to make sure they were as alone as they believed. In all that time, Kara didn't return to CIC, but he knew she hadn't made it off.

When he had a chance, he went looking for her and found her perched on the wing of the Raptor, medical supply box in her lap.


She wouldn't look at him. "Give me the coordinates to go back."

He joined her on the wing. "The Cylons found New Caprica. They had four baseships, but they'll have more there by now."

"I'll take my chances."

"They'll grab you before you get close."

"I can't just sit here!" she flared.

Lee wondered what he could say that she'd buy. "Kara -- he's a fighter; he'll have a resistance going by dinner time."

She shook her head and murmured, still staring at nothing. "He's sick, Lee. He's got pneumonia and I left him. He could die, and I left him. At least if I was there, I could help fight--"

"Hush." He put his arm over her shoulder and hugged her to his side. "You came to get medicine. It's not your fault the Cylons found us or that you're up here and not down there. But remember, the colonel's there, with Chief and Gaeta. And all Sam's crew from the resistance on Caprica. They'll keep him safe until we can get back."

She worried at her lip with her teeth. "We're going back," she declared, but despite the strong words, he knew it was a question.

"We're going back," he promised. "He's family."

"He's your husband," she said, and he winced a little.

"I'm yours and he's yours," he insisted. "We aren't each other's."

She shook her head and tried to smile. "Still won't admit it, huh? Even after Dionysus' day?"

He could feel his cheeks warm and had to clear his throat. "I - uh, we were drunk."

But the levity faded as they stared at each other, and her hand rose up to clasp her stone ring. She dampened her lips and murmured, "So I guess I'm still hung up on dead guys." She shook her head helplessly and her eyes went liquid, and he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"We'll rescue him. We'll rescue all of them, Kara. We'll find a way," he promised, even though he knew it was a stupid promise to make that he couldn't possibly keep. Sam was sick, the Cylons had found the colony, and the instant the Cylons found Sam, they'd probably execute him as a known threat. But still Lee had to promise.

It would be smarter to keep going and save what could be saved, but he had to go back: for the people's sake, for Sam's sake, but mostly for Kara's.

And, if he were honest, for his own.

* * *

Sam shivered as the tent flap opened and let in a cold draft of air. He opened his eyes tiredly, wondering vaguely why there was a sound of so many Raptors flying overhead and what sounded like screaming.

He expected to see Kara or Jean -- but when his eyes lifted to see who it was, he didn't recognize the woman. She was wearing a white suit so clean and bright it hurt his eyes. Her hair was long, straight and blonde, and she had cold blue eyes and a colder smile.

"Samuel Anders," she drawled. "Here you are."

It was the accent that made him remember: she was a toaster. A Three. Gods, the Cylons had found them.

He must have made some kind of shocked face, because her smile widened with pleasure. "Yes, we've found your pathetic little settlement. Even now, Centurions are securing it."

He eyed the opening behind her, judging the likelihood of getting out that way. No, a better option was the opposite way and underneath the canvas into the alley behind the tent.

He shoved himself off the bed, falling to the floor. He intended to roll to the wall, but his lungs didn't cooperate. Pain spiked in his chest, and he coughed, breath wheezing desperately.

He couldn't move, couldn't get away, could only lay there and cough and fight for air.

When the fit passed, he lay, shaking and exhausted.

"You don't sound well, at all," the Three observed, picking her way around the bed and across the floor toward him. "Pity. I suppose that means I'll have to wait until you're better."

He started to lift his head, alarmed by that, but she slammed her foot down. Her sharp heel hit his chest and he fell back with a yelp. "Down," she told him and knelt beside him, cocking her head to one side to regard him. "The Sixes talk so much about love. Remember how Caprica Six killed me over your love? I find that... fascinating." She grabbed the pair of tags at his throat, and just as she had before, yanked them off.

"Don't touch them!" He lunged at her, but she was faster, smacking him in the face with her other hand.

"I'm not going to kill you," she told him, "but I will hurt you if you don't stop." She inspected the tags in her hand. "You have two, now. Kara Thrace and... oh, now this is interesting. 'L. Adama.' Lee, isn't it? The son of the admiral?" She smirked. "I remember seeing him. You have good taste, Samuel. But still... both of them?" she mocked, "You must be very talented..."

"Frak you," he bit out furiously, but hoarse and trying not to cough again.

"Oh yes, darling," she cooed with poisonous sweetness. "I'm sure we'll get to that. It seems all my sisters become transformed with the power of love, and I want to know what they know. Love, Sam, that's what it's all about."

He couldn't tell from the brightness in her eyes whether she meant it seriously or she was mocking the whole idea.

"Get up," she ordered. "You need to get out of this cold and filth. I won't let you die in this... pit," she looked around the tent disdainfully.

Since she was letting him get up, he pushed himself to his feet. He fell into another coughing fit when his ribs pinched and the burning in the left side flared. She shoved him at the flap, while he was still coughing and could barely see or walk, and he nearly fell when it suddenly parted for him.

The air was even colder outside, and he shivered again. He hoped he could make a run for it, since the toaster wasn't actually holding onto him or armed, but he saw at once that running wasn't going to work.

There were four Centurions there, waiting alertly -- two watching him at the tent flap and the other two watching the small crowd in the street with their weapons ready.

"Sam!" He heard Jean, and turned his head to see her in the street to the south.

The Three emerged behind him and announced to the crowd loudly: "The Baltar administration has peacefully surrendered to the Cylon Regime. We came because we saw this ... squalor you live in. We wish to help you."

"Frak you and your help!" a voice called.

The Three smiled. "I'm sure you have doubts. But I'll prove it -- this is Sam Anders, a known enemy of the Cylons. He was responsible for the deaths of many of my sisters." Her hand closed on his shoulder painfully, digging into his skin like claws. "And yet, I'm taking him for medical attention. He needs medicine. Without it, he will surely die."

"Frak y-- " he started to say, but coughed again until his eyes watered and he could barely draw in air.

"Take him," she ordered the Centurions, and their spidery but intensely strong fingers closed around his upper arms. He tried to pull free, feeing small and helpless between the two metal giants.

"Sam!" Barolay called again, and he looked at her. She had a gun pointed at the Three. "Let him go, toaster!"

"Or what?" the Three challenged without fear or even concern. "If you attack us, he dies. You die. Probably some of these people here in the street die, too. Which seems particularly insane of you, when I want only to help him."

Which was bullshit; he knew it and Jean knew it. His eyes met Jean's, and they knew this had nothing to do with 'helping'. But the Three was also correct -- they were outnumbered and outgunned, and he didn't want anyone to die in the crossfire.

"Plan A, Jean!" he called to her.

Jean's expression looked torn as they began taking him away toward the central buildings they'd helped construct. "Sam!" she called, gun shaking in her hand.

"Plan A!" he ordered again, but the liquid in his lungs surged, making him cough. He wanted to stop, bend over, but the Centurions didn't let him, dragging him by his arms when his knees buckled.

No air. And pain, through his chest and stomach and shoulders... White sparks cascaded in his brain, as his vision tunneled and turned grey.

Then black.

the end, for now....

to be continued in TRIAD: Discards

I hope you enjoy the ride! :)
kag523 on September 25th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
GAH!!!! Okay... I admit I LOVE that you went here - but it is also DESPERATELY AWFUL! (I actually spent half of this chapter with my fingernails pressed into my palms with tension.) Ugh! I'm awfully worried that Sam is going to end up in a similar situation to Saul or Kara or (worse yet) like one of the people executed. Ugh! This is not good!

PLEASE tell me you are going to update soon???

And - if I haven't made it clear, let me assure you that I'm loving the ride! I actually love that Kara is now in a situation to come back and help Sam... though I've read other stories of yours, so I AM a bit worried for Sammy. Gah! ALL THE FEELINGS!




lizardbethlizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)
more, yes! I thought it'd be better to split off the happy fluffy part before the rough part starts. And also cuz the rest of it isn't done so you'd wait even longer and that was just wrong! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

Things do get more like BSG from here forward.....
Merry F: kara sam leeivanolix on September 25th, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
You ended HERE????? Why are you always so cruel, Liz?
lizardbeth: Anders - bluelizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2011 08:50 pm (UTC)
why? because I'm evil. :) well, and cuz the tone changes alot in the second part, so I figured a hiatus would be a good idea....

More to come!
embolalia: Sam/Karaembolalia on September 26th, 2011 12:27 am (UTC)
Oh NO! I'm so worried for them all now! You have mastered the art of the cliffhanger for sure :) This has all been great so far!
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders IIlizardbeth_j on September 26th, 2011 02:23 am (UTC)
This is my version of LDYB2 so cliffhangers are sort of expected.:)

Thank you for reading!
Une Frakkante Cylonne: Thranders- newlyweds- xmaidelxsunshine_queen on September 26th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders - dawnlizardbeth_j on September 26th, 2011 02:25 am (UTC)

Thanks for reading :)
The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...: OT4sabaceanbabe on September 27th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
You truly are evil, you know.


Just sayin'...
lizardbeth: Anders-Kara - don't dielizardbeth_j on September 27th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)

In my defense it's not QUITE so evil when you know how it ends... :)
koolaidmom11koolaidmom11 on September 26th, 2011 04:07 pm (UTC)
Hmmm...this is NOT normally my cup of tea and at the beginning, I had to FORCE myself to read it however...this story hads grown on me.

Now, I'm truly concerned with Sams well being.

Looking forward to more...
lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on September 27th, 2011 04:22 am (UTC)
thanks for giving it a chance!! Always great to hear from new readers. ;)

More forthcoming, if not right away since I'm slow, but it will come!
Deborah: Kara painting by geekbynightdeborah_judge on September 27th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
Nice cliffhanger! And it makes sense, in the BSG universe things have to get messed up just when they start to be going well. I'm very curious what D'Anna's up to and looking forward to the sequel.
lizardbeth: Kara-Sam -Demetriuslizardbeth_j on September 29th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)
It's not BSG unless things get awful right when it's finally happy! :)

thanks! more to come
entertaining in a disturbing way: Can't be arrested for thoughtslyssie on October 2nd, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
I was expecting this, and it is depressing. But this is still fascinating to read. And I'm definitely awaiting the next bit. =D
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders IIlizardbeth_j on October 3rd, 2011 03:22 am (UTC)
heh, yes, not only do you know BSG, but you know me. So I'm sure you knew the fluff wasn't going to last...

Thank you!

witch20witch20 on October 25th, 2011 07:28 am (UTC)
Great Story
I read it all in one day. Let me say that you had don it well. You nailed Lee's personality right on the money, along with Sam and Kara. I also think it was hot as ever. Also I think that Lee is in love with Sam, but isn't willing to admit it. Kara's wicked mind is something. I have to say one of the best threesomes that I had read so far. You did a great job. Can't wait to see what is going to happen next. Keep the work going!
lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on October 25th, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Great Story
in one day, yay! Thanks!

and oh yes, Lee is totally in love with Sam, even though he doesn't want to admit it quite yet. He's almost there, though.

More to come but likely not til after the holidays, given all my commitments. sorry! but there will be more, promise! :D
calliste_dawncalliste_dawn on June 22nd, 2012 02:24 pm (UTC)
Wow, this is like the third time I've read this story, and I keep coming back hoping desperately that you've posted the next book, because I *have* to know how this goes! I love the way that things don't totally gel immediately, but I'm really hoping that Sam and Lee work it out. I really want Lee to admit that Sam is his husband. Also, the rescue arc and Lee's role in it is probably going to be dramatically different. Maybe the Pegasus doesn't get destroyed in this scenario? That would be cool.

Though I'm trying to figure out how the resistance is going to manage without Sam...

Anyway, just wanted to let you know there are still people out there invested in this verse. Looking forward to the next part!

lizardbeth: Anders - Leelizardbeth_j on June 23rd, 2012 09:49 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you! Your comnent inspired me to open the file again so thats good! I er maybe have been distracted by shiny Avengers stuff lately so I definitely needed the reminder. I hope to finish the next book over the summer. thanks for your patience!
calliste_dawn: Simon-it's okay to leave them to diecalliste_dawn on June 17th, 2014 05:52 pm (UTC)
So, it's now 2014, and I've read this story yet again, and now I've started wondering about the emotional fallout for Sam after whatever happens to him on New Caprica with Three, and Kara's visions and stuff, and please help me out here, I can't be wondering about a story that I might never read!

Is the sequel for this still happening? I know the fandom is kinda dead, and that it's rude to badger for more, but at this point I'd be willing to just see the unfinished work and the plotting notes, if you have them. I'm dying to know where this goes next.

With admiration and all the encouragement,
lizardbeth: Anders-Kara - eojlizardbeth_j on June 18th, 2014 01:07 am (UTC)
heh, you are the second person to mention triad to me in a week, so I'm taking that as some sort of sign...

So, I think what I"ll do is just post what there is of it, and warn that it's abandoned. I'm not gonna finish it at this point, being out of the fandom, but for you and a couple of others who want to know what happens next, I feel like it doesn't do any good sitting on my computer either.

I'll put it at my AO3 so it's easier to find.
witch20witch20 on June 30th, 2012 05:35 am (UTC)
I am waiting and it has been over five times I have read this. Still it is one of the best I have read so far of Lee/Sam/Kara. Keep it going. I can't wait until you have posted something, as I know it is going to be great. Just don't take too long, and yes I know the Avengers was off the chain! Still when the Avengers get boring don't forget about BSG.

Until next time.
Gramma Lunacylanalucy on October 19th, 2012 08:49 am (UTC)
Kara/Anders isn't my thing, but what you are creating here, I am totally on board for the ride. It actually works, for all three of them.