A/N - You know, I have no idea when I wrote this. I found it the other day in one of my old books. I do know that it is from when I had only seen the first two seasons of BSG. So obviously the entirety of Season 3 and 4 canon is disregarded for this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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William Adama and Laura Roslin weren't all knowing, they weren't immortal and they certainly weren't gods. They were, however, my parents. The Cylon attack on the colonies was the greatest tragedy we'd ever known, but it did also bring about some good changes. One was the reconnection I got with my dad. Another was the introduction of Laura Roslin into our lives.

She had only been Secretary of Education before the attacks, but she took to being President quickly; and although my father distrusted her at first, I could see an attraction between them. She may have led a mutiny and he may have thrown her in the brig, but they got past it all. They reconciled, and together became stronger than before. To me, that was when the marriage began, though they didn't realise it. It was almost the moment she became mom. From the beginning she had a motherly vibe about her.

Though, they weren't just my parents. They were the faithful parents leading their wayward children to a new home. There may have been disruptions, but they led as one. They watched over the fleet, guiding with discipline, compassion and, like any good parents, love. We whined and complained, like the children we were, whether about being hungry or being tired, but still they loved us.

They will never see Earth up close, having died soon after glimpsing it from orbit for the first time. So we, their wayward children, must make our new home on the 13th Colony with them in our minds.

Parents can only guide us so far, for one day children must go out into the world and survive.

Alone.

-fin-