“Madam President, you cannot just rush out there…”

But Roslin’s eyes were shining with fanatic glee. Weakened by illness though she was, she was surprisingly quick when she wanted something. Lee had repeatedly experienced that fact when she tried to crawl into his bunk for ‘one last good fuck before I rot inside and die’, but till now, he’d always been able to gallantly fend her off and attend to some urgent Captain duties. Be it from sexual deprivation or cancer – he was pretty sure she’d cracked, and any kind of death would be a mercy killing, now. “We’ve made it this far, Captain Apollo.” She hastened towards the hatch.

“Madam President,” Lee said impatiently, “the prophecy stated that…well, the dying leader wouldn’t…”

But she was gone. “Frak,” he said, moving towards the hatch when he heard a cry and dull thud. Senses on alert, he drew his gun, inching forward. There were voices outside, speaking in a foreign language, and…whinnying?

A few feet further, and he could see her. Laura Roslin lay at the bottom of the ladder, never having set foot on the ground of their new home alive. There was a look of perfect bliss on her face though, so Lee shrugged and averted his attention to the welcoming party.

The ship was surrounded by a group of well-built blond riders, bows and arrows at the ready. Lee’s eyebrows shot up. “O-kay,” he said slowly, appraising the situation. Obviously none of the riders had fired, and Roslin’s smile was too perfectly serene for any violent cause of death.

It was only when the leader of the group took off his helmet, adorned with a white horsehair tail, and revealed his ruggedly handsome features, that Lee understood. “Guh,” he blurted, even though he was straight and he’d had a thing for Kara for a long time (not that he’d ever admit that) and besides, all this was just *bizarre*.

The dying leader from the centuries-old prophecy, knocked out by lust. “Didn’t go as I thought she would, but, hey – thanks,” he said to the blond man (guh!), stepping over Roslin’s dead body. The guy cocked his head, puzzled, but Lee’s smile had always been too boyishly cute to be resistible. The riders lowered their weapons.

Charm worked both ways, then. Repopulating the world might just not be as hard as he’d thought. Lee grinned. “Good to be home.”