A/N: Most of this will follow Lee's POV, and will be written in a sort of stream-of-consciousness form. Some of the early chapters are very short since stream-of-consciousness involves being, you know, conscious.

1.

The first time Lee wakes, he can't remember his name. It's a strange feeling, and it scares him. He knows what he looks like; he knows he has brown hair and blue eyes that match his dad's. He knows he's a pilot, and he's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and he's pretty sure that came from his dad, too.

But he can't remember his name.

So he tries to think about something else. Like… like how something feels different. But what? Gods, it's so hard to concentrate, so hard just to think. But not as hard as it was.

The drugs. There are some that wear off quickly, and the Cylons dose him with more every day. But not today.

Today, something is different.

Think.

Concentrate.

It's there. It has to be there somewhere.

Find it.

He can't find it. The rest of the drugs, the ones that take much, much longer to wear off, keep the thought from forming properly, and it slips away. Damn those Cylon bastards. Damn them and their drugs. They keep him from seeing things clearly, from feeling sharp. The Cylons can't let him feel sharp.

Sharp like a knife.

A knife can cut the Cylons, can hurt them, can make them stop.

Stop.

That's the drugs talking.

Stop.

Concentrate.

…I can't.

The room around him shakes, but he doesn't know why. Everything is shaking. Or maybe he's imagining it; it wouldn't be the first time.

He hears footsteps, voices.

What are they saying?

Does it even matter?

They're only going to hurt me again.

Gods, please don't let them hurt me again.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't.

I can't…

The voices are closer now, but he never finds out who they belong to, because he's already sinking back into oblivion.