1254 Thunder Road, Sunday Late Afternoon

[beenthroughthat]

Sam was a fan of quiet Sundays, not having had many of those except in the offseason for years. The only downside to quiet Sundays spent at home though, was that there wasn't much to watch on TV except for sports, and at this point he thought he might try to put the remote through the screen if he had to flip past one more football or -- gods

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[victimofcylons]

Cally had slipped out from Mac's careful of watch. How she'd gotten what she was currently hiding in the waistband of her pants, well, that was less important than the fact that it was there.

She had a mission, she decided.

You fought them until you couldn't.

She walked up to Sam's house.

[beenthroughthat]

Sam squinted through a cloud of cigarette smoke at the familiar looking figure as it came down the road, then raised an eyebrow as casually as possible when Cally approached his front porch.

"I hope this is going to be a less awkward meeting than the last one," he remarked, flicking ash over the edge of the porch.

[victimofcylons]

"Yeah, well, I've had time to... think, now," Cally said.

[beenthroughthat]

"Good," Sam replied. "Least, I think that's good. Missed you. Was kind of hoping we could be friends again, you know?"

[victimofcylons]

"You really have no frakking clue, do you?" Cally said. "Gods, it's just... sick."

[beenthroughthat]

"Sick?" Sam's face twisted in confusion and anger. "What the hell . . . what are you talking about?"

[victimofcylons]

"Think about it," Cally said. "Why, why would a Cylon tell you to get the hell away?"

[beenthroughthat]

"She was on your ship for how long?" Sam asked, not having any idea what she was getting at. "And she had to have gone through the Academy . . . live with humans long enough and compassion rubs off on you sometimes. I should remember. I've seen it happen." He reached down and ran his fingers across the silver cuff bracelet he wore.

[victimofcylons]

"Or she knew when she saw one of her own," Cally said. She was a bit wrong in that assumption, actually.

[beenthroughthat]

"One of her own?" Sam repeated incredulously. "You trying to say I'm a Cylon? Are you frakking insane?"

[victimofcylons]

"Insane?" Cally said. "Insane?" She was... okay, unstable was putting it lightly. "Come on, Sam. You want to know why it makes me sick that you're sad about the colonies? It's not that I think you're a Cylon. I know you're one of those frakking toasters."

[beenthroughthat]

"You have frakking lost it," spat Sam, almost as much to quell the sudden uncomfortable twist in his gut as to vent his anger that she could even say something like that. Because there was no way she was right. No way . . . "How the hell would you know that? Who told you, huh?"

[victimofcylons]

"My husband," Cally said. "Who just happened to turn out to be one too."

[beenthroughthat]

Sam snorted. "What, did he screw you over? Is that why you think he's a Cylon? And I thought seeing what happened messed me up . . . you are seriously frakked in the head."

She was crazy. Had to be.

[victimofcylons]

"Yeah, maybe I am," Cally said. "I frakked a Cylon. Let him frak me and give birth to a frakking half-toaster freak child. And all this after he frakking broke my jaw. I must be frakked in the head."

She pulled the gun out now, pointing it at Sam.

"But he told me. He told me what he is. And what you are."

[beenthroughthat]

"How the hell would he know what I -- what you think I am?" demanded Sam. His eyes were on the gun, and even though every muscle in his body was tensed to spring if he had to, he was sick with nausea that she was even pulling a gun on him in the first place. And that as insane as this accusation of hers was, he couldn't just dismiss it offhand.

"I've been here all this time -- there's no way."