Kara knows that something's wrong, but she doesn't know what. Lee's not.... right. Even though he'd gone soft since he'd come here and decided he wanted to be a lawyer, she's got that feeling racing up her spine that something's not right. He's hugging Molly, not looking behind him or behind Kara for a threat, but he didn't put up his gun.
It's not right, but what that means is that Kara's staring at him instead of looking for other threats. It means that she's actually frakking surprised at the gunshot, and her heart leaps into her throat even as the M4's braced on her shoulder and she turns, her finger on the trigger. He's dead. Lee's dead. He's dead and she can't think about it because there's no frakking way that she's going to let Molly get killed because she wasn't paying attention. Like Lee, says some deep part of her brain that's already panicking, but she ignores it.
Everything Chief told her is bouncing through her frakking brain, that they're all dead except him and Kara and Lee and the old man, it seemed like. That Sharon's a cylon and they nuked another world and she just saw the look on Lee's face as he dropped like a stone and she knows he's dead. It's like time has slowed down in those seconds as she shoves herself in front of Molly, just as somehow, somehow, Lee's voice filters through the haze.
Lee's voice.
Lee Adama is a frakking cylon.
"Don't move." The gun's aimed at his head, her finger's on the trigger, and even though she doesn't know the model, she knows it's a semi-automatic. "Don't frakking move."
He's a toaster. Lee's a toaster.
Lee's a frakking toaster.
"Molly? Get to the gods-damned church. He's a cylon." She doesn't look, doesn't move, doesn't flinch. She's barely breathing, because- because that's what she's got to do to keep the shot.
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Kara knows that something's wrong, but she doesn't know what. Lee's not.... right. Even though he'd gone soft since he'd come here and decided he wanted to be a lawyer, she's got that feeling racing up her spine that something's not right. He's hugging Molly, not looking behind him or behind Kara for a threat, but he didn't put up his gun.
It's not right, but what that means is that Kara's staring at him instead of looking for other threats. It means that she's actually frakking surprised at the gunshot, and her heart leaps into her throat even as the M4's braced on her shoulder and she turns, her finger on the trigger. He's dead. Lee's dead. He's dead and she can't think about it because there's no frakking way that she's going to let Molly get killed because she wasn't paying attention. Like Lee, says some deep part of her brain that's already panicking, but she ignores it.
Everything Chief told her is bouncing through her frakking brain, that they're all dead except him and Kara and Lee and the old man, it seemed like. That Sharon's a cylon and they nuked another world and she just saw the look on Lee's face as he dropped like a stone and she knows he's dead. It's like time has slowed down in those seconds as she shoves herself in front of Molly, just as somehow, somehow, Lee's voice filters through the haze.
Lee's voice.
Lee Adama is a frakking cylon.
"Don't move." The gun's aimed at his head, her finger's on the trigger, and even though she doesn't know the model, she knows it's a semi-automatic. "Don't frakking move."
He's a toaster. Lee's a toaster.
Lee's a frakking toaster.
"Molly? Get to the gods-damned church. He's a cylon." She doesn't look, doesn't move, doesn't flinch. She's barely breathing, because- because that's what she's got to do to keep the shot.