A/N: In which Battlestar Galactica canon is completely disregarded - the piece begins after the scene where Zarek tells Meier to disregard their plans for assassinating Apollo due to the arrival of members of the Galactica crew. Whoniverse wise, this is set before 'The Angels Take Manhattan', as I couldn't see any other companions (or Doctors) slotting into the roles of this story.

I have three chapters written at this moment in time, not counting the prologue. Depending on the feedback I'll continue posting, but I'm continuing to write the piece regardless.

If you choose to read, I hope you enjoy.

Amelia Pond was bought out of a peaceful sleep by the sound of the bedroom door hitting the wall. Next to her, Rory said bolt upright and drew an imaginary sword and searched for the intruder.

"Ponds!" An all-too-familiar voice squealed. "You'll never guess what I just found!"

Rory lowered his sword and fell back into the pillows, whereas Amy just groaned. She rolled over to glance at the digital clock on her beside. "Ugh, it's four in the morning." she told the alien in the doorway. "Can't this wait?"

The intruder bounded into the room. "I came all the way from the other end of the universe to show you this!" he continued. "Look, look! Come on, get up!" he was almost jumping up and down with excitement at the foot of the bed.

Rory had his arm poised over his eyes and seemed to be trying his very best to ignore what was happening in the bedroom. Amy, on the other hand, had managed to roll out of bed and grab the nearest set of clothes.

"That's the spirit!" he continued. "Come on, Rory!"

The Roman mumbled something that Amy didn't quite catch, but then slowly got out of bed. The intruder took that opportunity to waltz back into the hallway where he had happened to park the TARDIS. Amy followed him idly, rubbing her eyes as she did so.

"Is there a reason you're here now, instead of in the morning?" Amy asked him as he fumbled for the TARDIS key in his tweed jacket pocket.

"I was just testing it out time wise." he answered. "Obviously it worked, so now I'm going to try it out on the big scale!" he found his key and pushed it into the lock.

Rory trudged into the hallway half-dressed. "Maybe you could do the human thing next time and knock." he suggested quietly. "River happened somehow, you know."

The intruder didn't answer; he pushed open the TARDIS door and slipped inside. Amy followed with Rory not far behind.

"How long did I leave it this time?" The intruder asked. He leant against the console, arms crossed over his chest and chin raised, obviously waiting for an answer.

Rory and Amy exchanged glances. "The cube invasion." they answered together. "So three or four months, give or take." Amy added.

The intruder nodded. "Now I'm sure you're both wondering what I've come all this way to show you." he began. He spun around, searched the panel now in front of him for a moment and then pointed to a bright yellow lever. "This is a randomizer." he explained. "It sets the destination and/or the time to random so there's no telling where we'll end up when we dematerialize." he said.

Rory blinked. "You came into our bedroom, guns blazing in the middle of the night to show us a new singular lever on the console?" he queried, his voice ringing with irritation. "This better we worth it." he grumbled.

"I found it while I was searching through my old wardrobe." The intruder began to explain, ignoring Rory. "I thought Sexy threw it out when she remodelled the console ages ago, but obviously she didn't." he patted the console lovingly. "I installed it a couple of hours ago, and then Sexy demanded we try it out whilst coming to show you." he spun around to face the Ponds again. "So here we are!" he grinned at them.

Amy let out a long breath, glanced at her husband – who squeezed his eyes shut – , and then opened her mouth. "One trip." she decided, holding up a finger. "One trip, and then we're coming back here to go to bed."

It had been almost a day since part of the Galactica crew and Billy had joined President Roslin and her party on Kobol. At the moment the were all on the move, cutting their way through the thicket of the Kobol forests.

Apollo and his still-weak father led the charge with President Roslin and Billy not far behind. She held the scriptures in her hand and appeared to be guiding them. Behind those three, Starbuck, Sharon, Tom Zarek and Helo trudged along. And then behind even further, the rest of the party followed.

It was when they reached a dip in the trail did the two Adamas halt. Apollo held up a hand for the rest of the party to do the same.

"Do you hear that?" he asked them.

There was silence for a brief moment. "It sounds like ship engines." Starbuck said.

"Cylon?" Apollo queried. The group all turned their heads to look at Sharon.

"Don't look at me." she said. "I'm only showing you the way to the tomb."

"It's stopped." Apollo announced. He rummaged in the pockets of his jacket for his binoculars. He pulled them out and then searched for the source of the noise. "I don't see any Cylon ships." he said. He searched for a moment more, the rest of the party waiting for his next statement. "There's blue." he stated suddenly. "There's blue in the trees." he turned to Sharon and held out his binoculars to his father. Commander Adama took them. "Are the Cylon ships blue?" Apollo asked her.

The Cylon shook her head. "Unless they've changed their design... no." she answered.

Commander Adama handed the binoculars to President Roslin, Starbuck and Tom Zarek in turn. Each claimed to see the same blue.

"What is it?" Starbuck inquired.

"My bets would be on a ship." said Zarek. "Do you think it could be a human-occupied ship?" he asked, a tinge of hope ringing in his voice.

From beside him, President Roslin's eyes grew wide. "Should we risk contact?" she asked Commander Adama. "It's a military decision, I believe." as she spoke a small smile crossed her face.

"I suggest we observe for the time being, sir." Apollo suggested quietly, talking to his father. "There's no knowing if it could actually be a ship, or if the occupants are friendly." he said.

Commander Adama said nothing – he only nodded.

Tom Zarek still had possession of Apollo's binoculars. He continued to peer through them as the party discussed the shade of blue in the trees (which could possibly be a ship full of humanoids). Whilst President Roslin was in the middle of bringing up the point that they weren't far from the entrance to the tomb, Zarek called for them to come back over.

"Look." he said, handing the binoculars to Apollo. "Humans. Three of them." he sounded excited.

"They could be Cylons." Roslin chimed in. "We only know eight models out of the twelve." she said.

"Approach." Commander Adama ordered. "But I want your guns ready for any form of hostility whatsoever."

They moved out without a second thought.