Leave Your Things Behind (3/?)
Title: Leave Your Things Behind
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters)
Pairings: Cain/Gina, Cain/Shaw
Warnings: violence, sexual assault, f/f relationships, torture
Spoilers: Razor, Pegasus, Ressurection Ship
Summary: The gun didn’t fire that day.
Author’s Note: So after much debate, I’ve decided that it is time for a Cain AU to be rewritten. This particular one starts from Ressurection Ship II and continues onward.
Previous Chapters: 1 2
Chapter 3
Kendra walked into Fisk’s office with a look of disgust on her face. This wasn’t Admiral Cain’s office. He had kept her guns on the shelves, but the pictures were gone, the books she had read had been packed away, and he had put chairs next to every table.
This wasn’t right. Cain was being detained until her trial. She could still end up back on Pegasus. She would expect things to be where she left them, or so Kendra imagined. She stepped further into Cain’s office and found him at his desk.
“Sir, the reports you requested,” she said.
“Thank you Captain,” Fisk said as he took the reports. Kendra stood there as he studied them and waited to be dismissed. Fisk was unlike Cain in every way. He was soft, and malleable to whatever the people wanted. Cain was steadfast and strong to her principles. There were times when Kendra wondered if Fisk had any. “You’re dismissed.” Kendra didn’t move. “Is there something else?”
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Kendra asked.
“Granted,” Fisk began.
“Sir, with the fleet setting down to work on mining operations, I suggest we investigate the black market occurring throughout the fleet.”
“Why do you say that Lieutenant?”
“There are rumors that some of Galactica’s and Pegasus’ officials have been corrupted by those in the black market. That they’ve been supplying the ship’s goods to the market.”
“It’s not worth the resources,” Fisk stated.
“Sir, the resources being drained from the ship will be a whole frakkin lot more than what we will use to conduct the investigation.”
“Still…we need to focus on the machine shop. Getting them to turn out new fighters.”
“Cain would never have stood for this,” Kendra said. “You know that as well as I do.”
“Beg your pardon, Captain?”
“She wouldn’t want to lose supplies that the Pegasus might need. She valued the Pegasus and whatever resources that could be used for survival. If a black market was taking those supplies she would want them stopped and she would punish those that are collaborating with them too.”
“Helena never did take kindly to disobeying orders, did she?” Fisk said.
Kendra wanted to slap him, but hid her anger. Helena rarely let anyone call her by first name. What gave this frakkin bastard the right? He had been her XO for eight months and in those eight months, Helena had spent a lot of her time locked in her quarters, doing paperwork and making plans for the next guerilla attack. The dinners that she'd hosted for her officers prior to finding out that her girlfriend was a Cylon had stopped. Cain's relationship with many of her officers suffered, even her relationship with the Kendra took a downhill spiral after she had received her promotion. As they continued the war, the Admiral had became a loose canon, unable to forge relationships and keep the ones she’d had, even though the crew continued to treat her like their goddess. Somehow, Kendra doubted she was able to forge the same relationship with Fisk as she had her previous XO.
“No, she didn’t,” Kendra responded.
“I think she showed us that with Mr. Belzen, don’t you think?”
Kendra knew exactly what he was talking about. She had been there during their mission on the Cylon comm relay. When they had discovered it was staging ground she ordered the reserved to attack, but Colonel Belzen refused to give the order. She remembered the look in Cain’s eyes as she asked him if he was refusing to carry out her orders. When he confirmed, she asked for his gun. She remembered the concealed rage in Cain’s eyes as he handed her the gun and she pointed it at his head, and shot him. There was blood everywhere, but she didn’t seem to care, she just turned to Fisk.
“Yes, sir,” Kendra said a lump starting to rise in her throat. She mentally slapped herself. There was no way in hell that she was going to let this son of a mother frakker see her sweat. She regained her composure as she finished her thought. “She did.”
“Unless you want to join him, I suggest you stick to doing your job,” Fisk stated.
“Sir? Are you threatening me?”
“Was I unclear, Captain?”
“No,” Kendra said.
“Good, you’re dismissed.”
Kendra saluted the Colonel and then headed for the door. Fisk was definitely nothing like Cain. She might have made threats, but it was for the good of the fleet. This was not for the good of the fleet. Colonel Fisk was a black market conspirator.
***
Helena lay on her cot in the brig and counted the cracks on the ceiling for the fifteenth time in two days. There were times when she imagined they were viper pilots, choosing one particular spot as the enemy and tracing the cracks as they flew towards it, intent on completing the mission. She wondered what the pilots on Pegasus were doing right now. She had heard rumors that the fleet was setting down to conduct some mining operations for a few weeks in hopes of finding some rich sources of ore and that the pilots were getting killed off because of a Cylon raider that seemed to have a taste for nuggets. Not that it mattered to her. She would spend the two weeks in the brig.
“Hey Admiral!” the guard said pulling her out of the thoughts. “Your ship has made the wireless broadcast again.”
Helena stood up and walked over to the bars as the guard turned up the volume on the wireless.
“…and in the most recent news, Colonel Fisk, commander of the Pegasus, was found dead in his office last night. Reports say that he was strangled by a piece of piano wire…”
She didn’t say anything. “Shame,” she stated. “He was a good officer.”
“But you know that he lacked the motivation for command,” Gina whispered in her ear. “I always wondered why you picked him to be your XO after you shot Jurgen.”
“I never got a chance to meet him,” the guard said.
“Well he wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box but he got the job done.”
“You should have just went over his head,” Gina stated. “Kendra could have served better, and she would have made a great commanding officer.”
“…but she lacked experience,” Helena stated, turning her head in Gina’s direction.
“Pardon?” the guard asked.
“Sorry…it’s nothing. Just thinking to myself.” She coughed to clear her throat. “Do they know who is going to take command now?”
“Rumor is that he’s putting Garner in charge.”
“Recipe for disaster,” Cain said. “The guy can’t find his way out of a paper bag if you gave him the light from a Geminese temple.”
“Know the guy?”
“I did his review,” Cain said. “He was less than outstanding. Great on method and technique but he was awful when problems started to arise.”
“Do you consider yourself a good judge of skill?”
“Good judge of skill yes,” Cain said. “I don’t recall what my thoughts were making Fisk my XO.”
“You just shot your best friend,” Gina said as she let her hand gently slide over Helena’s clad shoulder. She tried to shrug it off, but it only resulted in a harder grip from the blonde woman as her chin came to rest on Helena’s opposite shoulder. She could practically feel its breath in her ear, even though she knew that it wasn’t there, she could tell that it was trying to seduce her. “You needed a puppy to do your every will and you found that in Colonel Fisk.”
“I wouldn’t admit that if I were you,” he guard said snapping Helena’s attention back to him.
“Of course not,” Helena said as Gina’s other hand came across her bust and traced the traced the outline of her breast. She felt the temperature in the room get hotter, or maybe it was her. Gina had started to burry her face in her neck. Helena shook her head, trying to get the attractive blonde to stop what she was doing.
“I want you Helena,” Gina whispered. Helena attempted to writhe out of her lover’s grasp, but Gina just held on tighter.
Suddenly she heard the hatch unlock and door open and Gina seemed to disappear. Two marines entered, carrying shackles.
....To Be Continued...
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters)
Pairings: Cain/Gina, Cain/Shaw
Warnings: violence, sexual assault, f/f relationships, torture
Spoilers: Razor, Pegasus, Ressurection Ship
Summary: The gun didn’t fire that day.
Author’s Note: So after much debate, I’ve decided that it is time for a Cain AU to be rewritten. This particular one starts from Ressurection Ship II and continues onward.
Previous Chapters: 1 2
Chapter 3
Kendra walked into Fisk’s office with a look of disgust on her face. This wasn’t Admiral Cain’s office. He had kept her guns on the shelves, but the pictures were gone, the books she had read had been packed away, and he had put chairs next to every table.
This wasn’t right. Cain was being detained until her trial. She could still end up back on Pegasus. She would expect things to be where she left them, or so Kendra imagined. She stepped further into Cain’s office and found him at his desk.
“Sir, the reports you requested,” she said.
“Thank you Captain,” Fisk said as he took the reports. Kendra stood there as he studied them and waited to be dismissed. Fisk was unlike Cain in every way. He was soft, and malleable to whatever the people wanted. Cain was steadfast and strong to her principles. There were times when Kendra wondered if Fisk had any. “You’re dismissed.” Kendra didn’t move. “Is there something else?”
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Kendra asked.
“Granted,” Fisk began.
“Sir, with the fleet setting down to work on mining operations, I suggest we investigate the black market occurring throughout the fleet.”
“Why do you say that Lieutenant?”
“There are rumors that some of Galactica’s and Pegasus’ officials have been corrupted by those in the black market. That they’ve been supplying the ship’s goods to the market.”
“It’s not worth the resources,” Fisk stated.
“Sir, the resources being drained from the ship will be a whole frakkin lot more than what we will use to conduct the investigation.”
“Still…we need to focus on the machine shop. Getting them to turn out new fighters.”
“Cain would never have stood for this,” Kendra said. “You know that as well as I do.”
“Beg your pardon, Captain?”
“She wouldn’t want to lose supplies that the Pegasus might need. She valued the Pegasus and whatever resources that could be used for survival. If a black market was taking those supplies she would want them stopped and she would punish those that are collaborating with them too.”
“Helena never did take kindly to disobeying orders, did she?” Fisk said.
Kendra wanted to slap him, but hid her anger. Helena rarely let anyone call her by first name. What gave this frakkin bastard the right? He had been her XO for eight months and in those eight months, Helena had spent a lot of her time locked in her quarters, doing paperwork and making plans for the next guerilla attack. The dinners that she'd hosted for her officers prior to finding out that her girlfriend was a Cylon had stopped. Cain's relationship with many of her officers suffered, even her relationship with the Kendra took a downhill spiral after she had received her promotion. As they continued the war, the Admiral had became a loose canon, unable to forge relationships and keep the ones she’d had, even though the crew continued to treat her like their goddess. Somehow, Kendra doubted she was able to forge the same relationship with Fisk as she had her previous XO.
“No, she didn’t,” Kendra responded.
“I think she showed us that with Mr. Belzen, don’t you think?”
Kendra knew exactly what he was talking about. She had been there during their mission on the Cylon comm relay. When they had discovered it was staging ground she ordered the reserved to attack, but Colonel Belzen refused to give the order. She remembered the look in Cain’s eyes as she asked him if he was refusing to carry out her orders. When he confirmed, she asked for his gun. She remembered the concealed rage in Cain’s eyes as he handed her the gun and she pointed it at his head, and shot him. There was blood everywhere, but she didn’t seem to care, she just turned to Fisk.
“Yes, sir,” Kendra said a lump starting to rise in her throat. She mentally slapped herself. There was no way in hell that she was going to let this son of a mother frakker see her sweat. She regained her composure as she finished her thought. “She did.”
“Unless you want to join him, I suggest you stick to doing your job,” Fisk stated.
“Sir? Are you threatening me?”
“Was I unclear, Captain?”
“No,” Kendra said.
“Good, you’re dismissed.”
Kendra saluted the Colonel and then headed for the door. Fisk was definitely nothing like Cain. She might have made threats, but it was for the good of the fleet. This was not for the good of the fleet. Colonel Fisk was a black market conspirator.
***
Helena lay on her cot in the brig and counted the cracks on the ceiling for the fifteenth time in two days. There were times when she imagined they were viper pilots, choosing one particular spot as the enemy and tracing the cracks as they flew towards it, intent on completing the mission. She wondered what the pilots on Pegasus were doing right now. She had heard rumors that the fleet was setting down to conduct some mining operations for a few weeks in hopes of finding some rich sources of ore and that the pilots were getting killed off because of a Cylon raider that seemed to have a taste for nuggets. Not that it mattered to her. She would spend the two weeks in the brig.
“Hey Admiral!” the guard said pulling her out of the thoughts. “Your ship has made the wireless broadcast again.”
Helena stood up and walked over to the bars as the guard turned up the volume on the wireless.
“…and in the most recent news, Colonel Fisk, commander of the Pegasus, was found dead in his office last night. Reports say that he was strangled by a piece of piano wire…”
She didn’t say anything. “Shame,” she stated. “He was a good officer.”
“But you know that he lacked the motivation for command,” Gina whispered in her ear. “I always wondered why you picked him to be your XO after you shot Jurgen.”
“I never got a chance to meet him,” the guard said.
“Well he wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box but he got the job done.”
“You should have just went over his head,” Gina stated. “Kendra could have served better, and she would have made a great commanding officer.”
“…but she lacked experience,” Helena stated, turning her head in Gina’s direction.
“Pardon?” the guard asked.
“Sorry…it’s nothing. Just thinking to myself.” She coughed to clear her throat. “Do they know who is going to take command now?”
“Rumor is that he’s putting Garner in charge.”
“Recipe for disaster,” Cain said. “The guy can’t find his way out of a paper bag if you gave him the light from a Geminese temple.”
“Know the guy?”
“I did his review,” Cain said. “He was less than outstanding. Great on method and technique but he was awful when problems started to arise.”
“Do you consider yourself a good judge of skill?”
“Good judge of skill yes,” Cain said. “I don’t recall what my thoughts were making Fisk my XO.”
“You just shot your best friend,” Gina said as she let her hand gently slide over Helena’s clad shoulder. She tried to shrug it off, but it only resulted in a harder grip from the blonde woman as her chin came to rest on Helena’s opposite shoulder. She could practically feel its breath in her ear, even though she knew that it wasn’t there, she could tell that it was trying to seduce her. “You needed a puppy to do your every will and you found that in Colonel Fisk.”
“I wouldn’t admit that if I were you,” he guard said snapping Helena’s attention back to him.
“Of course not,” Helena said as Gina’s other hand came across her bust and traced the traced the outline of her breast. She felt the temperature in the room get hotter, or maybe it was her. Gina had started to burry her face in her neck. Helena shook her head, trying to get the attractive blonde to stop what she was doing.
“I want you Helena,” Gina whispered. Helena attempted to writhe out of her lover’s grasp, but Gina just held on tighter.
Suddenly she heard the hatch unlock and door open and Gina seemed to disappear. Two marines entered, carrying shackles.
....To Be Continued...