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.

[victimofcylons]

"Gods, you're so frakking out of it. There's more than one of you toasters. I've seen them. And he knew because you had frakking secret Cylon meetings or something. Frak if I understand it. But you're not human. You're the enemy." Her aim was a little wobbly. She hadn't fired, yet.

[beenthroughthat]

Sam had to smile a little, sardonically, at what he thought was the irony of her telling him he was out of it. She definitely wasn't the poster child for stability right now, he could tell that much.

"Okay, Cally . . . put the gun down, c'mon," he said warily, holding both hands up and hating that he had to do it. "The enemy, my ass -- that's my frakking world they blew up too, you know. I grew up in Delphi -- you know that, you've heard me tell stories about being a kid!"

[victimofcylons]

"They could be fake," Cally said. "All those stories. Gods, I can't believe it. You're just so damn... why can't you be more evil?" She waved the gun as she talked. "You're supposed to be frakking evil. I can't... why can't you make this easy for me?" She was starting to cry.

[beenthroughthat]

Sam remembered what Phoebe had told him years ago, after that dream he'd had about executing people for treason. He also remembered, much to his dismay, all the times he'd told people that the longer he stayed on Earth, the less real his home seemed to him.

"Because I could never be that guy," he said simply, his eyes still on the gun. "I'm sorry things have sucked for you. I really am. But I've seen evil and I know that's not my way."

[victimofcylons]

Cally was starting to break down bad, now. The gun dropped from her hand, thankfully not going off as it hit the ground.

"Gods, why the frak are you so nice?" she said, tears streaming down her face. "This isn't... it makes it so much worse."

[beenthroughthat]

Sam debated going for the gun, but there was no telling what she might do in her state of mind if he tried.

"I'm sorry," he said lamely. He wished he could honestly say that he didn't understand what she meant, but he thought he did.

[victimofcylons]

"Don't be sorry!" she shouted. "Gods, I... I frakking hate you!" She turned, stumbling off blindly because of the tears.

[beenthroughthat]

Sam stared down the road after her, his expression frozen in half-terrified disbelief and a long-since-burned out cigarette butt still in his hand.

"If it makes you feel better, feel free," he said under his breath.

The gun was still on the ground; he moved forward and picked it up carefully, re-engaged the safety, and shut his eyes for a long moment before turning and going into the house, where he stashed it away on the top shelf of his closet.