All Along The Watchtower
By Tyler J. Berube
Disclaimer: I don't own a fraking thing.
Summary: Ever wonder why Cally has been able to survive so much? From getting shot in the stomach in season 1, to getting beaten almost to death in season 2, and getting blown out an airlock in season 3? Here’s why. This starts at the end of Crossroads Part 2 and is my take on Season Four.
A/N: I know that two cylons together cannot conceive, so this story is AU so that Nicky still exists. It is also my first attempt at a BSG fanfic. Most dialogue from prologue comes from the last five minutes or so of Crossroads Part 2. Written in hopes that Cally isn’t the one who dies in episode 3 of the final season because she’s my favorite character. Enjoy the fic and please review.
Characters: Cally and Galen Tyrol, Sam Anders, Tory Foster, Saul Tigh, Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace, Bill Adama, Sharon ‘Athena’ and Karl ‘Helo’ Agathon, Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama, Gaius Baltar, Caprica, Felix Gaeta, Dee Adama, Laura Roslin, Tom Zerek, Romo Lampkin, Seelix, ‘Hotdog’, ‘Kat’, and others.
Originals: Hunter ‘Marauder’ Roark (Chris Jericho), Sara Thorne (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), Crewman Alexa Wynter (Lindy Booth), and Griffin Forbush (Rider Strong)
The buzzing could be heard all over the Galactica if one was really paying attention and looking for it. But as it was only five out of the two thousand or so on board picked up on its true form.
Galen Tyrol stood ramrod straight in the hangar deck where he was in charge of the crew of mechanics.
“There must be some kind of way out of here,” He hummed, looking around somewhat alarmed.
“Said the Joker to the Thief” Saul Tigh muttered, his ear pressed firmly against the steel wall, as pilots and other personnel hurried by him going in different directions.
“There’s too much confusion,” Sam Anders recited as he stood up from his seat on his bunk and began to leave the sleeping quarters.
Tory Foster ran over to the co-ed bathroom sink and dry heaved. She looked up into the mirror and said in a daze, “I can’t get no relief.”
Galen opened the door to the empty storage hold, as Sam turns to look at him in stunned silence, the Chief mirroring his expression.
“No fraking way.” Sam swears aloud, looking like he’s going to curse some more but stops as Tory pushes past Tyrol into the room as well.
“What is this?” Tory questions, but doesn’t get an answer because the door on the far end opens and Saul walks in.
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” Tigh stutters in shock. “Close the fraking doors!” he orders, shutting the one he just came through. Tyrol goes to do the same, but a hand from the outside stops him with a surprising amount of strength.
“All along the watchtower,
Princes kept their view.
While all the women came and went,
Barefoot servants too.
Outside in the cold distance,
A wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching,
and the wind began to howl” a familiar feminine voice sounded off from the other side of the door. Galen swung it back open and found his wife standing on the other side.
“Cally?!” Galen almost-shouts. “What are you…”
Cally holds up her hand and he stops talking. She steps into the room.
“You can close the door now.” She instructs, not lowering her hand.
Galen obeys, and shuts and locks the door.
The five of them stand in silence, regarding eachother for a few moments.
“I assume that you know what this is about then, Cally?” Sam questioned.
Cally nodded and spreads apart the fingers of her still raised hand. “Five.” She says simply.
The other four take a moment to realize what she means. Anders gets it first.
“No. Not after the Occupation, and the Resistance, watching my friends die, one by one, for fraking this?!”
“After all this time, just like that, a switch goes off.” Cally says softly, staring at her feet.
“It can’t be. I remember growing up on Gemenon. I had a brother named Terrance who was a year younger than me.” Tory argued.
“It’s true. We’re Cylons. And we have been from the start.” Galen says, pointedly looking away from everyone.
The P.A. speaker crackles to life. “Cylon fleet inbound. Confrontation imminent.” Felix Gaeta’s voice announces throughout the room. “All hands to battlestations immediately.”
“What do we do?” Tory asks after another moment of silence.
“We do what we’re supposed to do. Our jobs.” Tigh orders taking command. “My name is Saul Tigh. I am an officer in the Colonial Fleet. Whatever else I am, that’s the man I choose to be. And if I die today… that’s the man I’ll be.” He turns and leaves the room, Tory follows after a moment. Galen and Cally exchange a look, then head out the door they came in, Sam limping after them.
“Where the frak have you been?” Seelix yells at Galen, as he, Cally, and Sam enter the hangar bay.
“Don’t worry about it.” Galen barks. “Let’s get these birds in the air!”
Seelix complies with the order and hurries off to finish flight preparation on Hotdog’s Viper. Sam, Cally and Galen look at eachother, each wondering what the future holds for them.
Tory and Tigh walk into the CIC side by side. Tigh breaks off and goes to stand across from Admiral Adama.
“I’m here Bill. You can count on me.” Tigh says.
“Never doubted you Saul.”
Tory walked over to President Roslin. “I’m here if you need me Madam President.”
“Thank you Tory.” Roslin says somewhat dismissively, her mind on the confrontation that was to come. Tory and Saul exchanged a pair of worried glances over the thought that this might be the end of the line for humanity.
Ten minutes later, the first missile explodes against the hull of Galactica, throwing Cally into Sharon Agathon as she heads to her viper, knocking both to the ground. Sharon recovers first and sticks out her hand to help Cally up. The second Cally makes contact with Sharon’s outstretched digits, a shock flows through them, restoring Sharon’s memories of the Eleventh Model, and she gasps.
“You’re one of the final-” Sharon starts, but Cally claps her hand over Sharon’s mouth before she can finish.
“Don’t. I’m not here to destroy humanity. We’ll talk later, once we get out of this.” Cally pleads. “I only just found out. Don’t say anything, please?”
Sharon nods and Cally releases her. After a moment of silence, Sharon chuckles.
“What?” Cally demands, confused at what could be funny at a time like this.
“You’ve were the last person I’d ever expect to be.. you know.” Cally nods.
“Well if that’s shocking, this’ll floor you; I know the faces of all twelve models.” Cally states.
For the first time since her creation, Sharon Agathon faints from shock.
Felix stared at the DRADIS screen in disbelief.
“That can’t be right.” He said, more loudly than he meant to, causing Adama, Tigh, Helo, and Roslin to look at him.
“What is it Lieutenant?” Adama demanded.
“According to DRADIS, one of the Cylon Baseships just jumped away for no reason.” Gaeta answers, shaking his head.
“There’s a reason for everything, Lt.” Adama replies, although he can’t think of a reason for the life of him.
“Oh my…” Roslin moans and collapses into Tory, who lowers her gently to the ground.
Caprica opens her eyes to find herself in the Grand Hall of Kobol. She hears whispers coming from behind her and turns around. The five figures that have been haunting her dreams, as well as the dreams of Sharon Agathon and Laura Roslin are standing on a balcony, looking down, with their faces still hidden behind the shadows of the cloaks they are adorned in. Caprica stands in silence as she is joined by both Roslin and Sharon, who have seemingly appeared out of thin air to stand beside her.
As the three women look up at the figures looming above, they turn and begin to descend the staircase to the lower level, their movements synchronized as if they were one singular being. As they reach the ground floor, they move fluidly to form a line. The figure standing second from the left reaches up and removes the hood to reveal…
President Roslin’s eyes snap open and she gasps.
Adama looks down at her.
“Vision?” He asks, already knowing the answer. Roslin nods.
“You need to get someone down to the hangar bay to arrest Cally Tyrol. She’s a cylon.”
To Be Continued…
Here’s a list of the twelve cylon models:
#1- Saul Tigh
#2- Leoben Conoy
#3- D’Anna Biers
#4- Brother Cavil
#5- Tory Foster
#8- Sharon Agathon (Valerii)
#9- Sam Anders
#10- Aaron Doral
#11- Cally Tyrol (Henderson)
#12- Galen Tyrol