I've been writing fan fiction since I was in middle school, many, many many years ago. Then I did mainly Star Trek fiction, then later moved on to Transformers, X-Files, ect. When BSG aired, I had wanted to do a story that would fit within the show, but, with every episode, especially the first 2 seasons, taking place back to back, there was really no place I could fit a story into, with out doing a prequel. Finally, after the show ended, I saw what i could do, since I felt that many of the characters had stories to tell. This is my attempt to tell these stories. I work on them when I can, and I have so many ideas that I want to use. I hope you enjoy reading the first few chapters as much as I've enjoyed filling my spare time writing them!
Chapter 1: Apollo and Tamara
The beam of sunlight shone though the open tent flap, and it was way too bright for Lee, whose drinking of the world's last bottle of whiskey (as far as he knew) lead to one of the worse headaches he'd ever had. He squinted against the bright light, and rolled over, hoping to block it out. He was only partly successful, but he was almost awake and his mind went to remembering the dream he had had. He dreamt of Caprica, years ago, before the fall. In the dream, he was at the house he had grown up in, except he was an adult. His father was cooking out, wearing an apron that read "Retired, so frak off!" Him and Zak were in the middle of a pick up game of pyramid, while Kara held her and Zak's infant son, Dirk."Burgers are ready!" yelled Adama just as Zak knocked Lee down, making a score that ended the game. Zak offered Lee a hand up, which he accepted.
"Told you I'd beat you one day. Today is that day!" Zak strutted around "Who's the man! Who's the man!" Lee laughed, dusting himself off. "You know, I let you win." He grinned as Zak playfully punched him on the arm.
"Yeah, keep telling you……." Zak stared off in the distance, and Lee followed his gaze to see a Cylon Raider flying right towards them. It launched a missile, and a white flash…..
Lee had fully awaked, and Tamara was looking at him, puzzled, or perhaps concerned. "You ok, Lee?"
Lee shook his head, then looked at the Cylon. Y…yeah. Just a nightmare, that's all." He stood up, and held open the tent flap for Tamara, then followed her. In the center of the makeshift campground was a mess tent, which was already serving hot breakfast to their group. In a few hours, Raptors would be taking them all across this planet, and many of them would never see each other again. After waiting in line for a few minutes, Lee and Tamara sat under the tree that lee had gotten drunk under the night before. Lee took bite, then offered the rest to the Cylon he had named after his late aunt. "Here, you can have these. I've never really been a fan of pancakes." Tamara took them, and had them, and her own stack, gone in a matter of minutes.
"So," she said, "which continent are you heading off too?"
Lee thought for a minute, then responded. "I'm not sure. After I do my runs and drop the civilians and former Galactica crew off to where their assigned, I can pretty much pick anywhere I want." Lee sighed. "Y'know, there was a time when I'd have been happy to, literally, have my pick of anywhere in a planet. But, now, all I want to to go home, to see Caprica again."
Tamara put her hand on Lee's shoulder, looked into his eyes. "Lee, the Tauran's have a saying, "Home is in your heart, so you are always home."
Lee smiled. "Yeah, I know that one. My grandfather said it to me, when I went off to war college. If only he knew…" he trailed off, not wanting to think of what he wanted to say next, not wanting to remind himself that William Adama, his father, his dad, was gone.
The next few days kept Apollo busy, as he shuttled people to one continent or another. Tamara rode along as second seat, not that any one was needed to read DRADIS, but, he enjoyed the company. On a few stops, they were observed by some of the native humans, who watched from a safe distance, occasionally taking a few steps forward to investigate, and making hand signals to the others. What they were telling them, Apollo had no idea. For all he knew, they were trying to decide if the Colonials and Cylons were a threat or not. Lee played them no mind, at least not yet. After the last of the colonists were dropped off, Lee lifted the Raptor into the sky, to finally find a place for himself. "So," he asked the Number 6 Cylon who he had given the name of his late aunt, "have you decided where you'd like to go?"
Tamara reached out her hand, and placed it over Lee's. "I have, Lee, I'd like to go wherever you are going. I'd like very much to spend more time with you." Lee looked her in the eyes.
I'd like that," he said, and leaned forward, just as she leaned towards him and they kissed.
They settled in an area near a see on an eastern continent. There were about 500 other Colonials here, as well as a few native tribes, though not as advanced as the tribe they observed after the initial landing. As the days turned into weeks, and months, the area became known as "Thrace" after one of the fleet's greatest warriors, who had been lost along the way, yet still somehow managed to get everyone to a new home. Whatever Kara Thrace was, she was someone who should never be forgotten. Contact with the locals at first was more difficult that they expected. A few times they were greeted by spears, wild gestures that translated to everyone as stay away, however, as with humans from Kobol, coursiousty won out, and now, 6 months into the settlement of Earth, there was a small school, though one would laugh when comparing it to even the worst schools on Caprica, with no formal teachers, or even an actual building, instead of a hut that, as most of the buildings in the village, was made from mud, trees, and whatever else could be found. Tamara, along with a few others, were teaching the basics of verbal communication, while Lee, when not fishing or hunting to provide himself and Tamara with food, or skins to fashion new clothes as their old ones wore out and could not be replaced, would teach the very basics of law, using the law book his grandfather had written many years before. And every 5th day, they would teach religion. The Colonials taught about the Lords of Kobol, while a Number 2 Cylon, commonly known as Leoben, taught about the Cylon God, who many felt, had wanted the three groups, Kobol human, Cylon, and Earth human, to get together, to ensure the survival of all. It was during one of these religious teachings that Lee asked Tamara to marry him.
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