A List With Nothing On It
Fifteen months ago, she wept in his tent: a man named Jeremiah got sick and died while still locked up. Another woman killed herself. Two more, she was able to rescue; but only two. One child, she couldn't find at all, not even news about his fate. That's the one that sent her crying. "You saved so many of them. Okay?" They promised, in their fear, in the middle of the night with no one watching, to make more lists, to save more lives, and he reached out, to kiss her. Softly at first: one more right thing, to add to the list.
There are as many kinds of love as there are Tribes of Kobol; there are more kinds of love than there are survivors. Up the hill, in the detention center, in a room so secret it barely existed, Kara Thrace killed Leoben for the forty-seventh time, as he pled his love. Down in the city, Galen Tyrol wrapped his arm tighter around his wife, her belly, as Nicky kicked and Cally pretended to be asleep. Sam Anders dreamed of her, and woke up coughing in the cold. Up in the sky, Anastasia Dualla Adama lay with one leg below her husband's, an arm across her chest, and looked up at the ceiling, imagining the stars just beyond it. Dreaming of the day when they could leave their cages, and head for Earth again. On Colonial One Gaius Baltar awoke lying half-off his Presidential bed, one palm on the floor, where he'd passed out; at first he thought the girl beside him was Caprica Six, but when his eyes adjusted he saw her, in a chair across the room, watching his every move, quietly and without moving. Across the camp, in a much finer room than Felix's, Ellen closed her eyes and smelled the whiskey on his breath. She was thankful for it; it helped her picture Saul, above her in the dark.
Sweet Eight wakes Gaeta once the others are asleep, and proposes to connect to the Raptor's systems, as Sharons do, to find the corrupted memory. To scratch the itch that nobody else can see. She asks him to cover for her, while she works, in case the others think she's doing mischief in the night. He agrees, but accidentally bumps Brooks. They freeze, but the knuckledragger doesn't wake; he is dead. Now there are four, on the list of living crewmen. He died of an overdose, Felix's morpha injected in a vein. The Raptor crewmen, Shark and Easy, wake up and immediately accuse Sweet Eight of killing him; Easy aims at the shackled Eight. When Gaeta protests, Sweet Eight promises she understands. With death at the door you can't look into the face of your enemy and see anything but fear.