Erica Tejera, in the past two months, has taken her role of First Daughter seriously. She's visited outer fleet, held the hands of sick and injured, and been a general media darling. So many didn't know how to regard her, but she's changed the minds of many as well.
Simon sips tea as he watches his wife go over her schedule for the day. He smirks a little toward her, "You've been on the go since we got here."
Gaia smirks, huffing a soft laugh to herself, "Would you expect any less?"
"Never said I did." He shakes his head slowly, "However, I would like a night where we stayed in. You in my arms, maybe read a book...or...I was going to say watch a movie, but that obviously hasn't happened in years."
She offers him a soft smile, "You want me to write sex onto my schedule?" Her tone teasing, as was the look on her face.
"Great idea...I'm sure your mother will love seeing that on the schedule that I know you share." She responds, sense of humor seeping into his voice.
"You know, I know you're helping out Cottle usually, but you could come with me at some point. I think the press believe you to be a pretend person." Gaia raises her eyebrows, "Just once in a while. Not that I expect you to do anything big...just sit in during a conference."
Simon copies her expression, "We'll see."
The Seventh model cylon slowly strolled through the wooded area of Caprica. Just north of the University. Peaceful. He looked toward the calm blue skies. Something called him here.
"Hello, Drilde." Cavil sat next to a small fire he had built, on a tree stump. He motions to a turned log near him, "Care for a seat?"
The blonde furrowed his brow, "That's not my name." He shook his head, "You've got the wrong guy."
The older appearing man nodded, "Daniel then?"
"Yeah." He didn't understand why this man seemed familiar to him, "Do I know you?"
Cavil smirked, "I'm hurt, Danny." He held his hands out toward the open flame, "Annoyingly so...I'm also jealous that you're able to forget with each rebirth. Like a blank canvas or a block of clay. Ready to be molded with a backstory. THere used to be many...now, you're the only one."
"Look, Sir, I really don't know who you are or what you could possibly want from me, but I got a set tonight-" Daniel put his hands up defensively, backing away.
"Not anymore." The older appearing cylon picked up a pistol, quickly gunning the man down. Cavil had taken a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "Goodnight, brother."
Laura grins as she gazes at herself in the bathroom mirror. She picks her hands up, running them through her new, short hair. Grown all on her own.
"Glad it's coming back?" Bill Adama walks up behind his partner, wrapping his arms around her as he places his face on her shoulder, 'In the same color even."
"I was hoping for a nice blue." She leans back against him, "But I suppose I'll settle."
He growls playfully in her ear, "I love you, Laura Roslin."
Laura turns, his arms still wrapped around her. She pushes a kiss against his lips, "I love you, Bill Adama."
"I would really like for you to be my wife." Bill states simply, looking her in the eye, "I want to spend the rest of my days with you...and I want this entire fleet...to know that you complete me."
"Are you sure?" Her head tilts to the side, "You waited until Erica saved my life...and not before it. Not while I was boney and bald-"
"Now you know your illness progressed far too quickly for us to do anything."
She releases a sigh, "You were there every single day." The woman swallows, "I'm sorry, after all these years. I still...I still have a hard time trusting people." Laura offers him a sad smile.
"I know." He leans in, kissing her forehead, "I know."
Laura places her hands on either side of his face, "You just want to make official what we've known for a long time."
"In the eyes of the gods." Bill pecks at her lips, "In the eyes of our family." Another peck, "And in the eyes of this fleet."
"I would like that a great deal."
Daniel stared at the bright sky. Blood seeping from his gunshot wounds. He could feel his life slowly slipping from him. Suddenly, all the things from his other lives started flooding back. 'Kara." He whispered to himself, "Laura..."