Erica Tejera stares at the ceiling of her bunk, small privacy curtain drawn. The lump under her pillow bothering her for the first time in years. Her father always told her to sleep with a blaster under her pillow once she joined the Colonial Marines. She grew accustomed and it, like a security blanket, and it was almost as if she couldn't sleep without the object near her. Except tonight.

"Ten hut" A familiar voice shouted out. It was someone she has heard many times before, but not necessarily every day. No one from the same dorm room.

Erica opens the privacy curtain in front of her ever so slightly, realizing it was none other than Admiral Adama. Her curtain snaps fully open as she scrambles to her feet, clad in nothing other than a sports bra and matching panty. "Sir, yes, sir." Her hand snaps just above her brow in a salute.

William Adama does his best not to crack a smirk, "Erica Tejera?"

"Yes, sir."

"You go by Gaia?" He focuses on her face. Nothing in his mind doubted the true identity of the young woman in front of him, "and you are from Canceron?"

"Yes, sir." She clears her throat, "Sir, may i speak freely?" When he nods, she continues, "I'm more than thrilled to have the opportunity to speak with you, and I'm incredibly comfortable in my own skin, but would you mind terribly if I...at least put some clothes on?"

Bill didn't realize she was still only wearing undergarments, "Yes, of course, Gaia. Actually, if you wouldn't mind, pack a bag. We're heading over to the Galactica."

"For good? Reassignment?"

"For now. I'll speak to you about it on the raptor."

The young woman lowers her hand, brow furrowed, "May I ask what this is trip is regarding?"

Bill motions generally toward the deck, "In the raptor." He turns, placing his hands against the hatch's lock, "Be there in fifteen...and don't make me need to look for you."

Erica smiles slightly, "Yes, sir."

"Listen, people of New Caprica. Do not begin to doubt in the Articles of the Colonies. Do not believe, even for a moment, that your voice is not heard..." Gaius Baltar stood at his podium, speaking over, but not to, the people before him.

"I give it a year." Laura Roslin leaned toward the Admiral's ear.

"That's awful pessimistic of you." Bill Adama mumbled in return. "At least try to enjoy it."

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I am absolutely enjoying the solace of actual trees and streams around me."

"Then why say a year?"

Laura sighed softly, "There are some things you just...know. Some things you feel in your bones." She tilted her head to the side, "I remember the things I remember and I know what I saw on Caprica." Her voice fell silent for a moment before she continued, "And this was the worst possible thing that could have happened."

"You did this before, didn't you?" Sherman Cottle lathers and rinses his hands in the small sink against the Sick Bay wall. "With one Ellen TIgh...and we see how well that worked out."

"That was different." Bill does his best not to roll his eyes.

"You're right." He turns, looking toward the young woman in question, "How did you find this one?"

"Rumblings on the Celestra. Possible existence was something I became aware of not too long ago and I at least had a family name."

"And what makes you think Gaia wants to be reunited...or otherwise united with her mother?" The white haired man raises an eyebrow, "Just playing Devil's Advocate here."

"I honestly don't care. Sometimes it's about more than what we are." Bill watches the young woman behind the translucent curtain, "If it helps her desire to fight and stay another day, I'd move mountains."

Laura rested with her bald head against his hairy chest, her fingers threading through the salt and pepper curls as she blissfully stared toward the ceiling. "There are so many things in my life I would have done differently."

"Like?" Bill lips softly pressed against the skin of her temple, "Not us, I hope."

"That's about the only thing I would do the same." SHe huffed a soft chuckle, "No, I mean things like telling Billy just how much I appreciated him. Being more patient with my mother as she neared her end."

"Understandable."

"Not allowing myself to be manipulated by Richard Adar as much as I did." Laura shrugged, "Tried to keep my daughter."

Bill furrowed his brow, "Daughter?"

She took a moment, attempting to maintain her composure, but knowing she would fail, "I was in college. I thought I was giving her a better life."

"But you didn't?"

Laura swallowed, "I don't know. I loved her and I wanted her so much. My mother was absolutely heart broken when I told her of my plans." A tear escaped her eye, "It wasn't long after she was first diagnosed. She and I were...very 'us against the world' after my father and sisters died, and that feeling lasted an incredibly long time."

"Do you know much else about her?" Bill placed a reassuring kiss against her shoulder.

"I gave her to my professor. Her name was Lynn Tejera. " She nodded, "She was an incredibly good person who was dealt a bad hand of cards. I knew my little girl would be fine."

Erica watches as the doctor draws blood from the vein near the elbow of her left arm, the Admiral not standing too far either, "Would either of you tell me what this is all about?"

It was obvious to Bill that the doctor was not about to answer the question, "We may have found some of your family."

"That's impossible, Sir. My parents are deceased, died long before the attacks, and they had no other family. I was their only family." She studies the men before her, "You're on a wild goose chase."

"Your mother was Lynn Tejera and you were born on Caprica. Correct?"

"Yes, sir." Erica's eyes follow cottle as he distributes the deep crimson blood onto the slides, "I was adopted. I've always known that."

"Any desire to meet your biological parents?" Bill tilts his head to the side.

The young woman begins to smirk, "Is that what this is all about?" She pushes on the small cotton swab provided to her by the doctor at the side of the needle removal, "You think you've found my biological parents?"

"That's what all these tests are for, Gaia." Cottle nods, "We just want to make sure."

Erica nods slowly in return, "Must be someone pretty important for you to seek me out, Admiral." She inspects her arm, "Especially after all these years."

"You can say that." The doctor offers her a smirk, "When was your last physical?" Anything to keep her here longer.

"When it was required, when we came up from New Caprica." She shrugs, "Over a year ago?"

"We'll get that done while you're in. Ishay will take care of it while I complete the tests I need to." Cottle motions toward the aforementioned young woman, their partnership did not need words, just nods and looks between one another."

Laura tucked the large canvas behind the others in the hallway of her apartment. Her long, auburn hair flowed by her waist. She picked her head up when she front door click closed.

"Laura." The fit young man called out. His eyes a piercing blue, blond hair grown out to around his shoulders.

"Danny?" Her face brightened up, her voice chipper. "I thought you weren't getting home until later tonight."

He grinned, wrapping his arms around her once he found her in the smallish apartment, "There was a small fire from a grease trap in the kitchen during their lunch crowd. Said they're closing it down for a night to give it a good scrubbing...I think it's just to get the burnt smell out and nothing else."

Laura hummed a soft chuckle, "You're all mine tonight?"

"And no one else's." Danny pulled her closer, passionately capturing her lips with his own.

"Truth, Gaia, is that I'm reassigning you here. Effective immediately. Any remaining belongings will be brought-"

"My father always said to travel light. I have everything I need already." A sadness washes over her, "Am I able to call my husband?"

"Yes, of course." Bill pauses, he had never taken that into consideration, "Is he on the Celestra with you?"

Gaia nods, "In the med bay. Simon Cambell."

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises." He nods, "You are getting your own quarters-"

"Why?"

"Not anything impressive." It is almost as if the Admiral is avoiding the question. The best for the best for Laura's daughter.

Cottle pokes his head out from his secluded office area, "Admiral."

"Excuse me." Bill nods to the young marine before him before retreating to the doctor's office, "What do ya got?"

The gruff doctor motions to the monitor blinking 'MATCH' over and over. "There's something else thought." He touches a few keys, pulling up another screen. "Notice something?"

The Admiral shakes his head slowly, "Should I? It's all ancient Gemeniese to me."

"These two are a match." Cottle pushes a button to switch to the other screen, "Yet so are these two." He notices the other man seem confused still, "One is that of Laura Roslin. There was no doubt, girl looks just like her. I noticed something...damned odd about the cells themselves. I've only seen it once before this way. That was with Hera Agathon."

He folds his arms slowly, "Gaia is part cylon."

"Gaia is part cylon." The doctor places another cigarette at his lips, absently lighting it, "Which explains a whole hell of a lot."

"Such as?" Bill finds this all incredibly fascinating, but he'd never tell the other man that.

"First off, why Ms. Roslin's cells were able to...transform so easily and adhere to Hera's cells. It's because they were predisposed to them when Gaia was in the womb. Not only that, there's a chance that the young woman right there," He motions through the window toward the translucent curtain containing the Erica Tejera behind it, "May be able to save the President's life."

"Then do it."

"No." Cottle shakes his head slowly, "That needs to be her choice. She has control over her own body and I think she should probably see her mother before this all goes down...at least get them to talk to one another, maybe."

Bill nods slowly, "What a hell of a reunion."