Admiral Bill Adama stood looking over the CIC, but his thoughts were focused elsewhere. His son's betrayal still marred his soul with pain and white hot rage. He did not think he could ever forgive Lee, but he already started to forgive the President. There was a difference between the two; Lee was blood and Laura was just a friend. He could handle the utter betrayal of a close friend, but the betrayal of a son was unbearable. His jaw started to quiver when he remembered his conversation with Dee. He finally announced to the crew that they were going to make the fleet whole once again. He was going to Kobol to restore the balance.

ONE HOUR AGO:

"I don't think the problem is that you have been betrayed," Dee said, her words thick with emotion, "I think it's that you feel helpless. You were shot, you were injured..."

The Admiral looked up sharply and in a tight voice said, "Don't make excuses for me!"

Dee continued, "…and when you had a chance to do something you let us down. You let us down! You made a promise…to all of us…to find Earth, to find us a home together. It doesn't matter what the President did, or even what Lee did, because every day that we remain apart is another day that you have broken your promise."

"People aboard those ships made their own decisions…it was their decision, not mine! Thank you, Petty Officer! You may leave now!" Adama seethed with aggravation. He wanted her to understand his rage, but he knew she was right. The fleet needed to be whole again, he needed to be whole again.

The Admiral assembled the team that would go to Kobol; he picked the people that he trusted, unlike Lee, he added as an afterthought.

It did not take them long to locate the President's camp, but the Admiral hesitated before he moved to enter it.

Bill purposely snapped sticks as he walked to alert the sleeping camp sight. Holding his gun at attention he walked towards the first tent. Apollo rushed from within the tent, gun ready and aimed at his father's chest. Bill noticed his son's shocked expression, probably thought he would never have to see me again, he thought bitterly. He couldn't help but visually examine his son for any kind of injury.

"Lower your gun!" Adama spat.

Lee mentally shook himself. He was overjoyed to see his father, but it did not look like the Old Man thought the same about him.

With a disapproving glance at his son he strode past him, heading to speak with Laura. It looked like Lee wanted to reach for him, almost like he wanted to embrace him. Bill desired no such physical contact with the son that betrayed him.

Before he could reach the President, Kara shuffled into his line of vision. He exhaled in surprise; he had missed her so much. Walking to her he caressed her saddened face, and Bill realized that he was never mad at her.

"Admiral! Admiral Adama!" Chief yelled from behind him.

Glancing to what the chief was pointing to, he saw Boomer standing beside Helo and a new rage was born within him; the kind of rage that is so wild it's blinding. Rushing towards her he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the ground.

"Die!" He hissed into her ear. To his surprise Boomer didn't fight back. She just stopped struggling and released his hands.

"And you asked why…" Boomer said, her eyes full with rage.

Adama felt pain emit from the wounds in his chest. He gasped and let go of Sharon. He was aware of someone holding him up and looked to see his son's arms around him. With a snarl he jerked from his son's grasp and managed to regain his footing. With a grimace on his lips he glanced at his son's face, and was shocked to see so much pain in his eyes, he almost thought Lee had been physically wounded. Bill watched as his son turned and walked into the forest, shoulders slumped in defeat. He felt an overwhelming urge to run after him.

That night the small group sat around multiple fires and made amends. Bill started to worry when there was still no sign of Lee. Kara had tried to go after him, but she couldn't find him. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the planet. When morning came they had no choice but to move on. Bill reassured the President that Lee would be able to find them, he was an excellent tracker.

Lee wasn't the only cause to worry. Both Bill and Laura decided to keep a close eye on Tom Zerrik and his men. Bill could feel the tension building up, something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be pretty.

All through the next day, the party dedicated themselves to finding the Tomb of Athena as quickly as possible. They traveled through the rain and up mountainsides to find their goal.

"That has to be it," Kara said pointing to a sealed off cave, resting at the top of a hill.

With a nod and a weak smile to the President, Bill made his way up the hill towards the cave.

Lee felt the pain of being pushed away by his father more potent than any agonizing physical wound. He had shoved him so forcefully and with such hate that it hit to the core of Lee's soul. Blindly, he stumbled into the forest; he had nowhere else to go. It was very clear to him now that he had no family left to live for. His mother and brother were both dead. Kara constantly pushed him away, and now his father ceased to love him. His heart could not take another rejection.

He knew Kara would look for him, but he had no desire to be found. He spent that night cold, hungry, wet, and alone. His father had always told him that men did not cry, so he never shed a tear. He had no tears left to cry. Late into the night he heard a twig snap in the distance. Thinking it was Kara; he stood and waited to confront her.

"Hello Apollo," a voice said from within the woods. The voice belonged to a female, but defiantly not Kara.

Lee froze at the icy tone of her voice. In the back of his mind he recognized that voice from somewhere. His heart stopped when the cylon know as Number 6 emerged from the tree line. She was beautiful, but as vicious as a snake. Without further hesitation Lee drew his gun and aimed at her head, ready to kill.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," the synthetic woman hissed. With that said, five more cylons emerged from the trees. Two were copies of Boomer, one was another Number 6, and the last two were Leoben copies. All of them had guns trained at his head.

Lee would rather die than sub come to his lifelong enemy. With a final prayer to the Gods, he fired. His bullet hit its mark, taking the first Number 6 in the forehead. Another shot echoed his and then felt a piercing pain in his side.