Disclaimer: None of this is mine, story is just an idea I had.

Kara Thrace sat quietly in the medical bay, listening to something that she didn't want to hear. The waiting was hell; she just wanted to get back to work.

"She's not a cylon Kara, not even half, she has a blood type." Dr. Cottle muttered around his homemade cigarette.

"And?"

"She can't be yours Lt. Thrace, her blood type is AB positive, there is no way that this child is yours, your blood type is O negative."

"Are you sure, she looks like…"

"There is absolutely no way this child is either half-cylon or yours."

"So what do I do now?"

Dr. Cottle shrugged at her and pointed at the door. Kara couldn't believe it, but she felt like crying. She couldn't believe how attached she was to Kaceybut she's not mine, she's not mine, Kara thought to herself, not mine. Kara waited for it to hit, she'd no longer feel so torn, no longer would she be torn between military and family, trying to 'do it all' as they say.

It never came. She still felt it. So she grabbed the closest scissors and chopped off her hair quickly, examining the damage after in the closest mirror. She let herself say it out loud in the head where no one could here her, "Kacey is not my daughter." Still nothing.

Kara walked to Admiral Adama's quarters, she found President Roslin as expected, and she saluted and began to make a quick statement.

"Kacey is human." She tried to say the rest of what Dr. Cottle had told her, that Kacey wasn't her daughter, she couldn't.

"That's good news." President Roslin smiled, "I'm already working on finding her a family in the fleet."

Adama met her eyes, saw what Kara couldn't say, he nodded at her. Taking the permission to leave, she wandered towards the room where temporarily, the military's children were being kept. Kacey was the oldest of the bunch, by far. She ran towards Kara wrapping her arms around her legs. Kara had to repeat it to herself again, she isn't mine, and she can't be mine.

"Mommy!" Kacey squealed at her, Kara swung Kacey up, and proceeded to walk with Kacey back to the Admiral's quarters. How could she tell Kacey she wasn't hers, as Kacey was clinging to her humming that same nursery rhyme she had when Kara had first seen her.

"Kacey, I…"

The child looked at her intently with those pretty eyes, hugging her closer.

What was family? Kara had never had a loving family, the closest thing to family she had was the Adamas and she hadn't met them until adulthood. Kacey had no family, except for her, and she wasn't even really her mother. For a moment Kara was horrified at what she was thinking of. She felt the same; it hadn't changed. But knew that what she felt for Kacey at that moment had to be love, real love. It somehow didn't matter whether Kacey was hers, because in the way that matters, she was.

"I love you." Kara finished, kissing the child on top of the head.

"Love you." Kacey echoed in a singsong voice.

Kara walked firmly into the Admiral's office again.

"Admiral Adama, I'd like you to meet my daughter Kacey." Kara said proudly

"Lt. Thrace. I thought you meant that…" Kara abruptly cut off Roslin; Adama seemed too confused to speak.

"I'd like to be restored to active duty sir, and officially adopt Kacey."

"What?"

"Officially adopt Kacey, I love her and I can't just stop." At this point Kacey wriggled to be set free, and Kara took this opportunity to place another kiss on her head.

"Mommy, I want down." Kacey whined in her quiet little voice.

Laura Roslin smiled, "We'll have a contract done up for you Lt. Thrace."

Bill Adama looked slightly concerned, but his mood was lightened by the words Kara uttered next.

"Say hi to your Grandpa Bill Kacey."

"Hi.' Kacey said, promptly crawling into his lap.

"Hi Kacey." Bill said, "I guess that makes me 'Grandpa Bill.'"

"I'm glad you've agreed to baby-sit, Grandpa." Kara replied, and sat down, she had a contract to sign, and a lot of explaining to do.