Title: Through the Years

Author: SabaceanBabe

Focus: Karl Agathon, Kara Thrace, and Margaret Edmondson, from pre-series to the end

Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, please don't sue.

Author's note: Written for Poisontaster as part of the Sweet Charity fandom auction.


Karl scribbled out the answer to the final question on the quiz and lay down his pen. He may not have answered all the questions correctly, but he had answered them, something his mother had drilled into him as a boy. With it being the first day of classes, no one had expected either a real lecture or a pop quiz, but apparently the instructor wanted a baseline determination of what the newly dubbed nuggets did or didn't know, what they were capable of on the fly.

"Hey," a blonde girl to his left whispered, "could you move your hand for a sec?"

Frowning, Karl turned his head just enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "Are you kidding me? It's the first day of frakking class and you're cheating?" Unfortunately, Captain Mahdasian noticed the brief exchange.

"Thrace. Agathon. Attention!" Ignoring the order was not an option. Karl stood, accompanied by a loud scraping sound when the backs of his knees hit the edge of his chair, pushing the chair back with more force than he'd intended.

"Thrace and Agathon." Karl felt his face grow warm. "You know where the Commander's office is." A statement, not a question. "Go there now. Leave your papers on my desk." The captain's voice remained calm, even, and somehow that just made it all worse.

Karl swallowed hard; his mother was going to kill him. He didn't trust his voice and so responded to the captain with what he hoped was the crispest salute he'd ever delivered.

Thrace said, "Yes, sir," and headed for the desk, quiz in hand. Karl followed and laid his on hers before trailing her out the door. He did his best to ignore the whispers behind them.

"Settle down, nuggets. You have a quiz to finish." The door closed behind Karl, cutting off whatever else Mahdasian may have said.

A peal of laughter drew his attention to Thrace. An unrepentant smirk on her face, she shot him a challenging look.

Shaking his head in disgust, Karl didn't say a word, just brushed past her, deliberately bumping her shoulder. He ran through what he would say to the headmaster of the Academy as he walked rapidly to Commander Reliford's office. No frakking way was he getting cashiered for cheating. No frakking way.

Running footsteps came up behind him and then she shot past him, turning to walk backwards, facing him. "You're not really going to the Commander's office, are you?" she asked, a challenge in her green eyes.

Incredulous, Karl kept walking, forcing her to take faster steps to keep from being overrun. "Yeah, I am."


"What did you say?"

"You heard me. Mahdasian is an ass."

Karl stopped. "Mahdasian is a superior officer."

A small smirk still in place, Thrace stopped, too. She shrugged, eyes drifting back to the classroom they'd just left. "Well, he's an officer…"

"You are unbelievable." Karl stalked away from her, his shoes squeaking every so often on the highly polished floor.

"You better believe it, Agathon!" she called after him. Karl heard the laughter in her voice and bit back a laugh of his own. No need to encourage her.