For Sorrow Sung, Chapter 10
Title: For Sorrow Sung
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: Lampkin, two OFCs, Lee
Summary: Lampkin makes contact with Atia; Iliana makes a critical decision.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Chapter 10
Eleven Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
Now that he was in sickbay, it wasn't difficult for Lampkin to figure out where within that boundary he might find Atia Reyes. Approaching her without anyone noticing was only a little harder. He had to time it exactly right, so spent a few hours watching the usual rounds of Cottle and his staff, before sneaking over to her. Getting himself caught wasn't the only worry--he knew the girl had been put on some heavy medications. Even if he managed to get to her bedside unseen, there was a good chance that she'd be unconscious, or so out of it she might as well be. If that were the case, it would be a wasted effort, and he wouldn't get even his minimal proof.
A half-hour before he was to return to his quarters, he at last felt the timing was right. He didn't need long; only an uninterrupted minute or two to speak to the child. He double-checked to make sure others' attention was thoroughly elsewhere, then slipped over to the other side of the room.
Luck seemed to be with him, as the girl was awake when he approached. "Evening, miss."
She blinked up at him, and pulled back a little. Even under the drugs Cottle had to have her on, she was wary. Interesting. More evidence to support his theory. "Who're you?"
"My name's Romo Lampkin," he said. "I've a message for you."
Atia shrank back even further. "Wh-what kind of message?"
"Your father sends his regards."
The frozen, terrified expression on the girl's face was all the proof he needed. He smiled at her, and retreated back to his own bed.
When Major Adama came by to escort him back to his regular quarters, he said, "I need to speak with Captain Agathon."
Adama blinked. "Helo? Why?"
"You'll find out when we get there. But it's imperative I speak to him as soon as possible." Lampkin gave a sharp smile. "Trust me. You'll be glad I did."
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Zephyr
Iliana hadn't been able to open Alan's briefcase until two days after Zarak had informed her of his death. She knew most of her lover's secrets, and a little bit of the strategy he was planning for the trial--he liked to use her as a sounding board--but part of her was afraid of learning what he might have been hiding from her.
Most of the papers in there were things she already knew, or not particularly interesting for any other reason. Notes from interviews, a few fragments of Baltar's book, and so on. There was a page of the medical report she'd copied for him--I thought he'd destroyed that...?--and a handwritten note.
Atia--
It's safe. He wants to help us. You can talk to him.
--GB
Heart pounding, she looked from the medical report to the note and back again. He was right. Alan was right.
Alan had written something on the copied report, in the margin, and circled it. "Daughter."
"My gods..." she whispered. It made an awful sort of sense.
She felt a slight surge of anger. He went out of his way to do his job, and figure out if he could do something for that girl, and no one cares he's gone. Oh, they were investigating, of course--Roslin wanted at least the appearance of a fair trial; the new lawyer blowing up wouldn't exactly do much to shore up that perception. But they cared more about the mystery girl than the man who'd died for taking a job no one wanted.
And maybe he wouldn't have died if they'd learned who the girl was in time. They would have known that Alan might be targeted; he would have had the security the new lawyer now had; he would still be with her.
Iliana stared at the medical report, and the handwritten note, then made a decision. She folded them all up together, found an envelope in her desk, sealed it, and wrote 'Motive' on the front. It would be easy to slip it into a reporter's bag without anyone seeing--Playa would be a good choice; she'd been involved with Baltar once upon a time, and was always interested in a good old-fashioned sex scandal. Even one nearly twenty years old.
Maybe, once they knew, someone would actually give a damn.
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