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For Sorrow Sung, Chapter 11
Title: For Sorrow Sung
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: Lampkin, Lee, Helo, OFC.
Summary: Lampkin tells Helo what he learned from Atia; Atia attempts to run away.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: I've reached the end of the material I had backlogged, so updates won't be as regular anymore. I will try to post every week, but I can't promise anything.
Chapter 11
Eleven Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
Helo was more than a little surprised when Apollo brought Baltar's new lawyer to see him. "He wanted to talk to you," Lee explained. "He won't tell me why."
"And so Major Adama reacts like the mature adult we all know he is and talks over my head," Lampkin said. "I don't believe we've met, Captain Agathon."
"No, we haven't. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"The girl who got shot."
Helo blinked. "What about her?"
"I know why."
The two soldiers stared at him.
"She just so happens to be my client's natural daughter."
There was a long moment of silence, then Helo ran a hand over his hair. "You're absolutely sure?"
Lampkin shrugged. "She is."
"We have to tell the President," Lee said.
"I agree," Lampkin said. "I simply felt it would be a courtesy to inform Captain Agathon first."
"Which I appreciate," Helo said. "Did she tell you anything about who shot her?"
"Well, I can't do your entire job for you, now can I." Lampkin gave Helo a shark smile.
Helo counted to ten in his head. "Okay. I'll talk to her after we've explained this mess to the President." Who is not going to be happy.
Lee nodded, and the three of them went down to the hangar deck to get on a shuttle to Colonial One.
~~~
I am going to die.
Atia was certain of that fact. People knew about her now--or if people in general didn't, they would soon.
But he said he sent him, and he's his lawyer, maybe it's--
No. No, he'd promised he wouldn't say anything, he'd promised he'd keep her secret and safe, back when she'd first figured out how to get letters to him. Back when he'd asked her to come forward, and she'd turned him down. This was in no way safe.
She thought fast--as fast as she could, given the drugs. Her panic had cut through them at least a little bit, for which she was grateful, but it was still hard to make quick decisions.
I have to get out of here.
It was the only way to stay safe, now that her secret was out. Otherwise, she'd get shot again, and maybe not survive this time.
Atia shivered a little, and considered how the hell she was going to do that. One step at a time. Out of this bed, out of sickbay. Focus on those first, then deal with the rest. If she thought too far ahead, she'd get bogged down in details and her panic would stop helping and she'd never manage to even make those first few steps.
Slowly, carefully, she pulled the IV needle out of her arm, then paused. No frantic alarm beeping--at least not yet. Good. Okay. That meant she had a chance to get out of here before anyone noticed she was gone.
She left everything else hooked up for the moment, and carefully wriggled over to the side of the bed. She took a deep breath and turned, sliding out and trying to stand up. Her knees buckled a little, and she grabbed onto the bedframe for support. After a few seconds, the room steadied a bit around her, and she was able to stand more upright.
Now or never.
Atia unhooked the last of the wires and stumbled away as the inevitable frantic beeping started behind her. She was so focused on just staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other that she didn't notice the man waiting until she nearly ran into him.
"Going somewhere?"
Her eyes widened, and she stumbled back. He caught her up and put a hand over her mouth before she could scream.
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: Lampkin, Lee, Helo, OFC.
Summary: Lampkin tells Helo what he learned from Atia; Atia attempts to run away.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: I've reached the end of the material I had backlogged, so updates won't be as regular anymore. I will try to post every week, but I can't promise anything.
Chapter 11
Eleven Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
Helo was more than a little surprised when Apollo brought Baltar's new lawyer to see him. "He wanted to talk to you," Lee explained. "He won't tell me why."
"And so Major Adama reacts like the mature adult we all know he is and talks over my head," Lampkin said. "I don't believe we've met, Captain Agathon."
"No, we haven't. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"The girl who got shot."
Helo blinked. "What about her?"
"I know why."
The two soldiers stared at him.
"She just so happens to be my client's natural daughter."
There was a long moment of silence, then Helo ran a hand over his hair. "You're absolutely sure?"
Lampkin shrugged. "She is."
"We have to tell the President," Lee said.
"I agree," Lampkin said. "I simply felt it would be a courtesy to inform Captain Agathon first."
"Which I appreciate," Helo said. "Did she tell you anything about who shot her?"
"Well, I can't do your entire job for you, now can I." Lampkin gave Helo a shark smile.
Helo counted to ten in his head. "Okay. I'll talk to her after we've explained this mess to the President." Who is not going to be happy.
Lee nodded, and the three of them went down to the hangar deck to get on a shuttle to Colonial One.
~~~
I am going to die.
Atia was certain of that fact. People knew about her now--or if people in general didn't, they would soon.
But he said he sent him, and he's his lawyer, maybe it's--
No. No, he'd promised he wouldn't say anything, he'd promised he'd keep her secret and safe, back when she'd first figured out how to get letters to him. Back when he'd asked her to come forward, and she'd turned him down. This was in no way safe.
She thought fast--as fast as she could, given the drugs. Her panic had cut through them at least a little bit, for which she was grateful, but it was still hard to make quick decisions.
I have to get out of here.
It was the only way to stay safe, now that her secret was out. Otherwise, she'd get shot again, and maybe not survive this time.
Atia shivered a little, and considered how the hell she was going to do that. One step at a time. Out of this bed, out of sickbay. Focus on those first, then deal with the rest. If she thought too far ahead, she'd get bogged down in details and her panic would stop helping and she'd never manage to even make those first few steps.
Slowly, carefully, she pulled the IV needle out of her arm, then paused. No frantic alarm beeping--at least not yet. Good. Okay. That meant she had a chance to get out of here before anyone noticed she was gone.
She left everything else hooked up for the moment, and carefully wriggled over to the side of the bed. She took a deep breath and turned, sliding out and trying to stand up. Her knees buckled a little, and she grabbed onto the bedframe for support. After a few seconds, the room steadied a bit around her, and she was able to stand more upright.
Now or never.
Atia unhooked the last of the wires and stumbled away as the inevitable frantic beeping started behind her. She was so focused on just staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other that she didn't notice the man waiting until she nearly ran into him.
"Going somewhere?"
Her eyes widened, and she stumbled back. He caught her up and put a hand over her mouth before she could scream.