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DECOY : WARRIOR LOST	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I neither receive nor make any money off these works. Thanks to J K Rowling, Glan A Larson and J R R Tolkien for their wonderful characters, whom I am merely borrowing.

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Something was wrong.
He woke from a restless sleep, rolling over in bed to discover Rabastan was not with him. Lifting a hand, he ran it over his face, attempting to rub away the sleepiness, calling out, "Rabastan?"
When he received no response, he slid out of bed and moved the storage closet. Opening it, he drew out a loose fitting shirt and a pair of stretch pants. Once he was dressed, he left the sleeping chamber, grabbing a comb on his way. Running it through his dark hair, he left the quarters he shared with his husband, letting his bond with Rabastan guide him. He acknowledged a few surprised looks from several of the crew who, as he all but waddled---yes, he was waddling, by, knew he was meant to be on bed rest and therefore should not be walking around the corridors of the Galactica.
"Captain Harry," the greeting stopped him at one of the lifts and he turned to see the young woman who worked on the bridge at Starcraft Control, guiding all ships to and from the Galactica. It was her voice they often heard in their helmet's earpieces issuing launch or landing commands.
"Good morning, Rigel," he said with a smile as she reached his side, the lift doors sliding open with an almost silent hiss. "Bridge."
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" she asked as the lift began to move.
She was avoiding his gaze, he realized as he looked at her. "A little walk is good for me," he said, rubbing a hand over his distended waistline.
That got him an arched brow. "Yes, it is, but then, the bridge is NOT a little walk, and not when you are so close to your time," she reached out to lay her hand on his stomach and felt the baby kick. "I bet you can't for her to be born."
A groan as the lift stopped. "You have no IDEA," he said as the doors slid open. "I think she's bruised every inch of my insides with her kicking."
"Hum," they stepped out together, noting the silence that fell at the sight of Harry at her side when most knew he was supposed to be confined to bed.
Harry noted the silence falling at once, and as he began to look around, he ALSO noted that no one would meet his gaze and he frowned. "Alright," he demanded, "what the hell is going on?"
"Harry."
Harry turned. "Dacian," he looked up, met his eyes...and drew in a deep breath. "Roark. Something has happened to Roark."
He stepped forward quickly, hand coming up to wrap around his arm, drawing him over toward the targeting screen. "He's alright, so far as we know."
"And just what do you mean by that?! So far as you know?!"
"Harry, calm down," Thorin stepped up beside him, "and I'll explain." He took his arm and led him over to a chair. "Sit."
He wanted to refuse...wanted to demand they tell him what had happened to Roark, but he knew Thorin wouldn't say a word until he had, so slowly he lowered himself into the waiting chair, his head turning when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. "Dad?" he asked.
He had taken to calling Roark's father that several sectar ago, which had made the man smile broadly for several days. He came forward now to squat beside his chair. "We didn't want to worry you. We were hoping to have him back before you realized something was wrong."
"He ran into trouble."
A nod. "A Cylon patrol."
A slow, deep breath. "Where is he?"
"We aren't sure. He was still too far out to be seen by the scanners. What we know is that...not wanting to lead them back to us, he began transmitting a distress call--"
"To hopefully make them think we were closer than we were. He'd wait for them to answer, to transmit back to their Basestar the coordinates he was at, then he would destroy them."
"Which is what we think he did."
"Oh KOBOL. Fuel. He would have been close to empty."
"We sent a patrol--"
"Galactica, rescue patrol 1, do you copy?" came Rodolphus' voice over the Galactic's speakers.
"Rescue Patrol 1, this is Galactica, go ahead," Rigel answered immediately.
"We've reached Roark's last known transmitted area. We've searched the area, but have found nothing. We have debris, but we believe it to be the Cylon fighters he ran into. There is a cluster of planets, several of them showing livable atmospheres."
"Patrol 1, Galactica. How's your fuel?"
A pause, then, "Just over half. Take a look at the closest?"
"Affirmative. When you hit a third of your fuel supply you are to return to the Galactica."
"Understood."
"Harry, I know you're on the bridge," came Rabatan's deep voice. "We'll find him. So if you must remain on the bridge until we get back, you better sit your ass down, and STAY seated."
Harry chuckled as their transmission ended. Settling himself in the chair he was in, he looked around the bridge. "Don't suppose I could get someone to run down to our quarters and grab the book sitting on the coffee table."
A round of laughter as one of the targeting computer officers got to his feet. "I'll go for you, Sir."
"Thanks, Oren. Doors open."
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