33 Apocalypse Avenue, Mid-Day Saturday

[nomoreveruca]

Cally Tyrol was having a pretty okay day. Since she worked during the week, it was always nice to have a day home with Nicky. The house was big, and felt a little empty on a weekend like this

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[chiefamongmen]

Galen Tyrol hadn't expected a warm welcome. The last time he'd seen his wife, she'd cracked him on the back of the skull with a wrench and disappeared. Oh, Tory had claimed to see Cally airlock herself and Nicky, but he hadn't believed that.

A lot had happened since then. And now he'd finally tracked her down.

"Look, don't shoot me, okay? I'll stay out here and you can stay inside and... I just want to talk, Cally. Just clear things--"

[nomoreveruca]

"No," Cally said, cutting him off. There was no way she'd listen to the lies again. Listen to all that false emotion and false love that had poisoned her for too long. "You're going to turn around and go away before I actually do find something to kill you with you stupid frakking toaster."

[chiefamongmen]

He'd expected that, so he put up his hands and took a step back.

"Look, I didn't... I didn't knowingly lie about anything," Galen said. "I didn't know I am what I am. I know that hurt you, and I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about it when I found out, but--"

[nomoreveruca]

Cally couldn't believe this. Her head was pounding with the thump-thump of her heartbeat, ringing in her ears so loud she could barely hear him. She again interrupted, not wanting to hear him, not wanting to see him.

"I'm not joking," she choked out through her gritted teeth. "You're a cylon. Everything about you is evil. Why are you even here?"

She was wondering how fast she could run to the kitchen or grab a phone or how hard she could slam the door in his face. Anything to get him away.