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For Sorrow Sung, Chapter 2
Title: For Sorrow Sung
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (new series)
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: implications of previous torture, Helo, Hughes, Bill Adama, Cottle, OFC, Hughes/OFC.
Summary: Helo briefs Adama on the current state of the investigation; Cottle reveals some interesting and possibly relevant details about Atia Reyes. Meanwhile, Hughes sets out feelers for his own investigation through his girlfriend.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: This is a work in progress. It's possible I'll end up revising and reposting this at some point, but it's largely finished. This chapter is one I'm particularly unsure of, largely because Bill Adama is really freaking hard to write. Thank you for your patience, and any feedback is welcome!
Chapter 2
Eighteen Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
"What exactly happened?" Adama asked him.
"I'm not exactly sure yet, sir," Helo admitted. "I heard the shots and went to investigate, but had trouble getting through the crush of people. By the time I got there, the incident was over, and the shooter was gone. We're still looking for him, and I'm still sorting through everyone's stories."
He nodded. "Have you figured out who she is yet?"
"Yes, sir, there I did get lucky," he said. "Her name's Atia Reyes; she lives on the Red Pelican. She and some of her friends copy out books and trade them for things. She was delivering a couple to a woman down there. She'd finished the trade and was on her way out."
"What was she trading for?"
"Ink, according to the woman who bought her book. Sounie Mayze. She's never given me any trouble; I don't think she was lying."
The Admiral nodded again. "Have you talked to the people on the Pelican yet?"
Helo shook his head. "I was going to head there from here."
Major Cottle, who'd been silent up until now, finally spoke. "I dug the bullets out of her. With a little luck, she'll live."
"You're sure about that?" Adama said, looking over at him.
"As sure as I can be. She had some scarring, too. Probably from about a year ago, give or take a few months, on her chest and back. It might be related."
Helo blinked. "What makes you say that?"
"Someone thought she was a traitor," he replied, flatly. "Carved and burned it into her."
"She's a child," Helo said, after a moment of stunned silence.
"People don't always care, Captain Agathon," Adama said quietly.
Helo bit his lower lip briefly, thinking what that could lead to. "Maybe something to do with her personal life. I think if she'd done anything on a larger scale, I'd've heard of her before now. Though I could be wrong." And gods know people can get vicious about romantic betrayals. She's kind of young for that, but kids in the fleet grow up fast.
The Admiral nodded. "Find out."
"Yes, sir."
~~~
Zephyr
Alan traced a hand down Iliana Fortuna's bare stomach, with a faint smile. She smiled up at him in return, and nestled closer. "So, any gossip to report?"
"Nope," he replied, with a faint sigh. "Believe me, if I had any, I'd share."
"And my boss would be eternally grateful. Without, of course, ever knowing who my source is." They shared a conspiratorial smirk.
Iliana had gone to elementary and middle school with Alan's kid sister, before she and her family had moved to Saggitaron. Iliana and Dana had tried to stay in touch, but like any kids going to separate high schools after growing up together, found different circles of friends and fell out of contact. Alan had been more than a little surprised to find her here in the fleet, even on his ship, all grown up. He'd been building up a moderately impressive information network, dabbling a little in trade, both legal and extra-legal, while she'd gone into politics, becoming a secretary in Tom Zarak's office when he was elected to the Quorum to represent Saggitaron an age and a half ago. They'd started by trading information--if she found anything that would help him from her boss or his associates, she'd share, and vice-versa. One thing had led to another, and they'd spent a few drunken nights together during the Presidential campaign two years ago. Then a few sober nights on New Caprica. Then they'd started making this a habit.
"What about you?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. "Anything to report from Colonial One?"
She shook her head, and pulled a face. "Nothing new, anyways. Repairs from the raptor crash are going well, but slowly, the typical political infighting, Bossman trying to talk the President out of holding a trial for the umpteenth time and Tory Foster on the verge of throwing something at him to get him to shut up...the usual. Nothing new being initiated. Kind of unspoken unofficial hold on non-essential business until your mess is cleared up."
He nodded. About what he'd expected, then. "I'd mention the shooting, but I'm sure you heard about that."
"Yeah." She wrinkled her nose. "At least as far as my boss knows, Captain Agathon is investigating, and is exactly nowhere with it."
He flopped back again. "Yeah, that's what I heard on my grapevine, too. Well, that and some implausible rumors about her being pregnant by some VIP or other who decided to handle the problem with bullets, since safe abortions are illegal."
She giggled. "I'd heard those, too. Someone asked me if it was my boss."
Alan got a mental image of that, and immediately wished he hadn't. She laughed harder at the look on his face.
"Anyway," he said, when she'd finally calmed down enough to listen. "If you do pick up anything, let me know?"
She blinked, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Any reason why?"
"Timing. Trial starts in less than a month, after all."
She sat up. "You think there's a connection?"
I know there's a connection. He shrugged. "I'd rather cover all my bases, just in case. Like I said, the timing bothers me. There's no apparent motive or suspect, so it's possible that either someone very twisted thinks this kind of sadistic distraction will help us, or she's connected some way."
"If she is, Captain Agathon will probably figure it out."
"I know, but I'd rather find out on my own."
She nodded. "If I hear anything, I'll let you know," she promised. "I might even be able to do you one better, depending on if my boss takes enough of an interest to try and get his hands on documents."
"You're an angel."
She smiled, but then stretched and stood all the way up. "Speaking of Bossman, he'll be missing me soon."
Alan nodded. "D'you know when you'll be able to get away again?"
She shook her head. "I'll contact you if I have anything to tell you about the shooting." She bent down and kissed him, lingering, then collected her clothes and slipped away.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (new series)
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: implications of previous torture, Helo, Hughes, Bill Adama, Cottle, OFC, Hughes/OFC.
Summary: Helo briefs Adama on the current state of the investigation; Cottle reveals some interesting and possibly relevant details about Atia Reyes. Meanwhile, Hughes sets out feelers for his own investigation through his girlfriend.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: This is a work in progress. It's possible I'll end up revising and reposting this at some point, but it's largely finished. This chapter is one I'm particularly unsure of, largely because Bill Adama is really freaking hard to write. Thank you for your patience, and any feedback is welcome!
Chapter 2
Eighteen Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
"What exactly happened?" Adama asked him.
"I'm not exactly sure yet, sir," Helo admitted. "I heard the shots and went to investigate, but had trouble getting through the crush of people. By the time I got there, the incident was over, and the shooter was gone. We're still looking for him, and I'm still sorting through everyone's stories."
He nodded. "Have you figured out who she is yet?"
"Yes, sir, there I did get lucky," he said. "Her name's Atia Reyes; she lives on the Red Pelican. She and some of her friends copy out books and trade them for things. She was delivering a couple to a woman down there. She'd finished the trade and was on her way out."
"What was she trading for?"
"Ink, according to the woman who bought her book. Sounie Mayze. She's never given me any trouble; I don't think she was lying."
The Admiral nodded again. "Have you talked to the people on the Pelican yet?"
Helo shook his head. "I was going to head there from here."
Major Cottle, who'd been silent up until now, finally spoke. "I dug the bullets out of her. With a little luck, she'll live."
"You're sure about that?" Adama said, looking over at him.
"As sure as I can be. She had some scarring, too. Probably from about a year ago, give or take a few months, on her chest and back. It might be related."
Helo blinked. "What makes you say that?"
"Someone thought she was a traitor," he replied, flatly. "Carved and burned it into her."
"She's a child," Helo said, after a moment of stunned silence.
"People don't always care, Captain Agathon," Adama said quietly.
Helo bit his lower lip briefly, thinking what that could lead to. "Maybe something to do with her personal life. I think if she'd done anything on a larger scale, I'd've heard of her before now. Though I could be wrong." And gods know people can get vicious about romantic betrayals. She's kind of young for that, but kids in the fleet grow up fast.
The Admiral nodded. "Find out."
"Yes, sir."
~~~
Zephyr
Alan traced a hand down Iliana Fortuna's bare stomach, with a faint smile. She smiled up at him in return, and nestled closer. "So, any gossip to report?"
"Nope," he replied, with a faint sigh. "Believe me, if I had any, I'd share."
"And my boss would be eternally grateful. Without, of course, ever knowing who my source is." They shared a conspiratorial smirk.
Iliana had gone to elementary and middle school with Alan's kid sister, before she and her family had moved to Saggitaron. Iliana and Dana had tried to stay in touch, but like any kids going to separate high schools after growing up together, found different circles of friends and fell out of contact. Alan had been more than a little surprised to find her here in the fleet, even on his ship, all grown up. He'd been building up a moderately impressive information network, dabbling a little in trade, both legal and extra-legal, while she'd gone into politics, becoming a secretary in Tom Zarak's office when he was elected to the Quorum to represent Saggitaron an age and a half ago. They'd started by trading information--if she found anything that would help him from her boss or his associates, she'd share, and vice-versa. One thing had led to another, and they'd spent a few drunken nights together during the Presidential campaign two years ago. Then a few sober nights on New Caprica. Then they'd started making this a habit.
"What about you?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. "Anything to report from Colonial One?"
She shook her head, and pulled a face. "Nothing new, anyways. Repairs from the raptor crash are going well, but slowly, the typical political infighting, Bossman trying to talk the President out of holding a trial for the umpteenth time and Tory Foster on the verge of throwing something at him to get him to shut up...the usual. Nothing new being initiated. Kind of unspoken unofficial hold on non-essential business until your mess is cleared up."
He nodded. About what he'd expected, then. "I'd mention the shooting, but I'm sure you heard about that."
"Yeah." She wrinkled her nose. "At least as far as my boss knows, Captain Agathon is investigating, and is exactly nowhere with it."
He flopped back again. "Yeah, that's what I heard on my grapevine, too. Well, that and some implausible rumors about her being pregnant by some VIP or other who decided to handle the problem with bullets, since safe abortions are illegal."
She giggled. "I'd heard those, too. Someone asked me if it was my boss."
Alan got a mental image of that, and immediately wished he hadn't. She laughed harder at the look on his face.
"Anyway," he said, when she'd finally calmed down enough to listen. "If you do pick up anything, let me know?"
She blinked, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Any reason why?"
"Timing. Trial starts in less than a month, after all."
She sat up. "You think there's a connection?"
I know there's a connection. He shrugged. "I'd rather cover all my bases, just in case. Like I said, the timing bothers me. There's no apparent motive or suspect, so it's possible that either someone very twisted thinks this kind of sadistic distraction will help us, or she's connected some way."
"If she is, Captain Agathon will probably figure it out."
"I know, but I'd rather find out on my own."
She nodded. "If I hear anything, I'll let you know," she promised. "I might even be able to do you one better, depending on if my boss takes enough of an interest to try and get his hands on documents."
"You're an angel."
She smiled, but then stretched and stood all the way up. "Speaking of Bossman, he'll be missing me soon."
Alan nodded. "D'you know when you'll be able to get away again?"
She shook her head. "I'll contact you if I have anything to tell you about the shooting." She bent down and kissed him, lingering, then collected her clothes and slipped away.