I have decided to finish the story off here, because of the new episodes coming up, thought it might get messy! Thank you very much for reading and reviewing!

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Part Twelve – An End or a Beginning?

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"Tory?"

"What?" She asked, not slowing down and heading away from the cylon group who were leaving the table.

Saul caught up with the striding woman and deliberately whipped round in front of her, to stop her in her tracks.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Tory's eyes narrowed and she said impatiently, "None of your frakking business."

"Is that so?"

"You have no hold over me anymore. I don't have to bow down to you or any of them," she generally waved back towards the way she had come.

"I'm trying to save you from making a big mistake, that's all."

"And what mistake would that be?" She sneered.

Saul's face screwed up as his temper began to flare, "You're backing the wrong horse, and I'm just giving you a little warning."

Tory stepped back a small step at the words but quickly regained her arrogant stance. "Who do you think you are? Nothing, you are a nothing. Do you think anyone is interested in what you have to say? Adama doesn't want anything to do with you anymore and you can't really think that the Cylons are interested in anything you have to say any more?"

"So running off to report back to D'Anna like some puppet is your answer is it? Not even the other Cylons want anything to do with her!" Saul raged, as quietly as possible, so as not to draw attention to them. "You should remember you don't have the best track record on deciding who to follow, remember Baltar? How much does he want to do with you now?"

She surged forward past the former Colonel turning, at the last minute, to snap back, "I don't see your friends rallying round either," She shouted.

Saul stepped forward again and came to a stop at her side, taking hold of her arm gently, only for her to shrug of the hand angrily. "No, which is why we should stick together, not go running off to some fanatical mad woman. Now is the time to choose your side, and D'Anna isn't it. Come on Tory, you have nothing to gain from this."

Bill and Laura stepped away from the table with giggly excitement, the meeting had gone as well as they could have imagined.

Bill smiled as Laura took a few steps backwards while facing him, sending her most provocative smile, he was delighted to see she was in one of her wonderfully flirty moods, he had long enjoyed them! From the wicked laughter shared in an empty room, to the teasing look she sent him over a dining table, not to mention her habit of adjusting her upper clothing when he was near.

He was deeply disappointed to catch movement out of the corner of his eye and making the mistake of following it with his head. As he did that Laura watched the turn and her head followed his gaze seconds later. The smile dropped away and she stepped forward again to stand next to Bill, watching the scene now playing out across the compound.

Bill frowned and sighed at his loss of fun, watching as his former XO and Laura's former PA argued intensely, about 50 metres away.

"Damn!"

Bill glanced at her, "I suppose we better…" he said reluctantly gesturing toward the disputing pair.

"Yes," she sighed looping her hand round his arm and moving them off in that direction.

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"Saul?"

The heavily coated man swung round in surprise at hearing his name. The pair had been too occupied with locking horns to notice the President and Admiral approaching. He winced, having hoped to keep this to themselves.

There was no chance now though, as Saul noticed the other Cylons watching before moving towards the group now assembled, the familiar hiss and whine of the metal Centurion following.

"It's alright," Saul tried to reassure everyone.

"Tory?" Laura asked concerned.

Tory blatantly ignored her former boss and jeered at Saul, "You see how much they trust you? They all run over to make sure you're not plotting against them! Look at him," Tory pointed to Adama, "you have spent your life taking orders from him, jump, how high - "Jump! How High?" - you have lost your ability to think for yourself."

"Saul?" Caprica spoke softly coming to stand next the Admiral and President.

"See," the increasingly crazied woman waved her hands venomously. "They don't trust you either; you think you are anything more than a serum donor to them."

Caprica stepped forward and raised her hand, slapping the woman firmly round the face. The dark headed woman spun round with the force, a trickle of blood instantly appearing on her lips. Eyes blazing, Tory straightened and was only prevented from responding by Adama as he stepped forward and pushed the pregnant woman behind him. Laura stepped away from the quartet to take her arm and lead her away from the fuming woman.

"Miss Foster," the Admiral said coldly, "I suggest you move along before I'm forced to take action."

The sound of applause could be heard, drawing the attention of those present. From behind a tent ahead of the group, came the figure of D'Anna Biers. As she stepped within sight, she drew a gun from her pocket pointing in the general direction of Tigh and Adama.

Bill watched wearily, thankful for the moment that at least that Laura had withdrawn with Caprica and were now standing away to the side. Saul's thoughts must have gone along the same lines, as he turned his head slightly searching out the mother of his child.

The tall blonde stood casually about ten metres away, from the two isolated men and Tory, a broad smile on her face.

"Such threats Admiral, best do as he says Tory," D'Anna laughed. "What do you think? Are you scared?" Caprica stepped forward and raised her hand, slapping the woman firmly round the face. The dark headed woman spun round with the force, a trickle of blood instantly appearing on her lips. Eyes blazing, Tory straightened and was only prevented from responding by Adama as he stepped forward and pushed the pregnant woman behind him. Laura stepped away from the quartet to take her arm and lead her away from the fuming woman.

"Miss Foster," the Admiral said coldly, "I suggest you move along before I'm forced to take action."

The sound of applause could be heard, drawing the attention of those present. From behind a tent ahead of the group, came the figure of D'Anna Biers. As she stepped within sight, she drew a gun from her pocket pointing in the general direction of Tigh and Adama.

Bill watched wearily, thankful for the moment that at least that Laura had withdrawn with Caprica and were now standing away to the side. Saul's thoughts must have gone along the same lines, as he turned his head slightly searching out the mother of his child.

The tall blonde stood casually about ten metres away, from the two isolated men and Tory, a broad smile on her face.

"Such threats Admiral, best do as he says Tory," D'Anna laughed. "What do you think? Are you scared?"

Tory huffed out a slight laugh and turned away from Adama, coming to a halt by D'Anna's side wearing a similar superior smirk. "No, I'm not!"

"What the hell do you think you can achieve here?" Saul growled out but stayed rigidly still by Adama.

"You know what?" the Cylon woman sneered without waiting for the answer. "You are such a disappointment to me."

D'Anna turned slightly towards Laura and Caprica to address them, waving the gun in their direction, making Bill twitch as if to go forward, causing the gun to swing round quickly in his direction.

"Ah, ah," the armed woman tutted, "I wouldn't advise it Admiral, you're not as young as you used to be!"

She switched her eyes back to the President but kept the gun trained on the men. "Madam President," she smiled scornfully, "I'm sure you understand my despondency at the so called Final Five, you've had your own problems with prophecies."

She deliberately turned her eyes briefly back to Adama, before zoning in on Laura, laughing and saying cruelly, "This being Earth and you not being DEAD… yet."

"You frakking…" The Admiral stepped forward in anger without thinking. The sound of D'Anna's gun going off made Laura and Caprica jump and draw in a breath of fright.

Bill stopped dead as the dust blew up round the bullet, as it hit the ground in front of him. The sound of the gun going off improved the Colonials chances as several military men came running to the vicinity drawing their guns, all primed on the rebel woman. Adama signalled with his hand to hold off but they had a greater fire power than her now and that was something.

Appearing not to care about whether the odds had changed she taunted, "Oh I missed, what a shame, shall I try again?"

"D'Anna, why are you doing this? This isn't what we agreed upon," Caprica implored.

"You're a fool, if you think this will work. The humans will never truly except the Cylons as true allies, there is too much history between us."

"Please," Caprica stepped forward but D'Anna swung round looking as if she was about to fire straight at the other Cylon woman.

Saul rushed forward shouting, "No," as he moved. The next few seconds slowed as D'Anna whipped the gun round and fired at the grey haired man, as he made his way towards her. The bullet flew through the air on a collision course with one of the Final Five. Just as the projectile was about to hit smack centre, Saul was bodily pushed to the side out of the range of the shot. He heard a grunt as he hit the floor hard and another weight descended on him heavily knocking the breath from his body. Gunfire rang out and Saul noticed the armed woman drop like a stone to the ground. He watched as the blood started to ooze from the many bullet holes that pierced her body and the gun slipped harmlessly through her dead fingers.

Collective cries, from Laura and Caprica, could be heard over the din of noise, as soldiers raced to the sound of gunfire and chaos.

Saul pushed up from the ground, still unsure if he had actually been hit or not. It was then that he noticed the reason he was on the ground and seemingly intact.

The two, personally involved women watched in horror as the gun was fired in the direction of their men. Saul had a head start as he darted forward. As the shot was fired Bill pushed off not in the direction of the Cylon assassin but toward his old friend. Saul didn't stand a chance of reaching the woman and much as the reverse had been true all those years ago, when Saul had rescued Bill, pushing him out of the way of the Cylon Doral as he detonated a suicide bomb in the corridors of Galactica. Bill now did the same and reached Saul in the nick of time, knocking him off his feet and to the side. Adama felt a sting of fire in his arm and grunted as his force couldn't be stopped and he barrelled down on top of the already prone figure.

"Bill?" Saul scrambled to his knees to check on his friend as he noticed blood starting to seep through his uniform.

"I'm alright, it's only a scratch," Adama rumbled. Laura and Caprica reached their side at the same moment.

"Bill's been shot, he needs a doctor," Tigh worriedly told Laura.

"It's fine really," Bill replied starting to lift himself up.

"Are you sure you should be getting up?" Caprica asked the Admiral worriedly in the background, putting her hand on Saul's arm.

"Yes." Adama got to his feet with a little help from his friends. Brushed the dust from his knees with his mobile hand, the other one held against his body.

"Thank you," Caprica said to the injured man.

Adama looked quizzically over at her, "What for?"

Caprica put both arms round Saul's arm and smiled up at him, "You saved his life."

Bill grunted, and looked over at his long time friend, "Wasn't going to let the son of a bitch die with bad words between us," he smiled at Laura as he continued, "I'd never hear the end of it."

Saul laughed and patted Caprica's hand, "I know what you mean."

It was at that moment that the Centurion suddenly moved and everyone twisted in consternation as the metal machine, without warning unfurled its weapons pointing in their direction.

Laura gasped, as she was the first to see the action and grabbed hold of Bill's arm convinced they were all about to die.

The rip of bullets that flashed out from the Centurion gave those present no time to do more than start to duck. They straightened quickly though, as the ammunition roared past them. They turned as one, following the trajectory of the shots to see a surprised Tory now standing with D'Anna's gun in hand obviously intent on using it, as she gripped it with two hands. A surprised look followed by a sneer on her face as she looked down to see bullets riddle her body and the gun fell followed by her as she tumbled to her knees.

The Centurion robotically enfolded its weapon safely away and straightened its stance.

The four that had been saved turned to one another still amazed at what had just happened.

Laura laughed nervously, "I think we just made a break through, in the alliance!"

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Out in the far reached of the solar system several flashes of light lit up space followed by a fleet of ships!

The End.