“You gonna keep staring like that all night, soldier, or are you gonna come over here and do something about it?” She’s grinning as she stares right back at Brad, bright and sharp like a slice of sunlight in the room; arrogant and cocky and a little bit crazy, not to mention gorgeous as hell. Fuck it, Brad has been staring, and he’ll be fucked if he’s gonna back down now.

"A spaceship."

"It's holding steady," Nancy said, "and hasn't made any movement toward the planet since we first detected it."

"I bet you felt a little ridiculous saying that, didn't you Nancy?"

“How do you feel?”

“Restless.”

Persephone never stayed still.

She beats time to his humming with her bare feet, on the metal, which hums back.

It feels like coming home. It feels like losing his soul. It feels like finding it for the first time.

He was everywhere. "Kara," Leoben said with a trace of amusement in his voice. "You know you can't kill me."

"Faster," he yells. "Come on, Rose, put your back into it!" She runs, ignoring the sound of metallic footprints close, too close.

"You said blondes! Not this!"

"Yes, yes," he yells back, "I said some of them!"

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He doesn't have words to describe how that makes him feel. "That's just – " "I know." "Where did they come from?" She shrugs. "I told you. They came out of the water." But that's not what he means.

On the ninth jump, something else goes wrong. They jump into empty space, and the rest of the SAR team is gone.

There are twelve Cylon models. They know eleven of them, and when the Raptor lands, the doors will open, and they’ll meet Number Twelve.