The Cylon's Son is a sequel to "I Watched You Die" which was written about two years ago and can be found on my profile. I hope to reveal enough of the plot details throughout the story, however, that you would not have to read the other story. Reading the other story may be fun though.

"I'm sorry, miss, but the president is in a meeting," Felix Gaeta barely looked up from the dossier in front of him to wave the young woman at the edge of his desk away. "He won't be taking any other appointments today."

She smiled with ease and shook her head, "Is that what he told you to say?"

Felix had spent the morning listening to the New Caprica City Worker's Union rant about unfair working conditions and the government's obvious lackadaisical approach to permanent housing. He lifted a hand to his temple and pressed hard against the ache before releasing a sigh. "It's the truth, now if you'll leave your name and information, we can contact you with appointment information once President Baltar's schedule is a little less stretched."

"He used to have me send all of his calls to voicemail whenever he was occupied," the last word was stressed with a hint of implied amusement. "I'm Kendra, Mr. Gaeta," she extended her hand. "Kendra Warfield. I was Doctor Baltar's administrative assistant at the Colonial Ministry of Defense on Caprica. I believe he's expecting me."

"Ms. Warfield," he pushed the chair away from the table. "I'm so sorry," he reached out to take her hand and offered an apologetic squeeze. "It's been a very hectic day and I completely forgot about your appointment."

"That's why I'm here," she withdrew her hand and glanced toward the office. "To alleviate some of the stress he's obviously been weighing you down with."

The door separating them from the Presidential office opened and Gaius Baltar stuck his head out. He scanned the room, his gaze stopping to meet with Kendra's before a wide, cunning grin transformed his wary face.

"Kendra," he slipped out of the office and began toward her. "You have no idea how surprised I was to hear from you once we'd broken ground here on New Caprica. Of all of my acquaintances…" he shook his head before shrugging his shoulder slightly upward and furrowing his brow. "Well, you know, so few of our friends and loved ones…" He was still shaking his head, the loose tendrils of his brown hair jostling alongside his face. "It's wonderful to see you."

He opened his arms to her, and Kendra moved forward to embrace her former employer. "Dr. Baltar," she pressed her cheek against his. "You're quite a sight for sore eyes."

"And you," he said, "and you. Felix, will you excuse us, please? Kendra and I have a lot of catching up to do." Gaius noted as he withdrew from her arms. "No more appointments today, please. I'll be tied up the rest of the afternoon."

"Of course, Mr. President," Felix nodded, and watched the young woman follow Baltar into his office. He hadn't known her for more than a few seconds, but somehow he'd sensed she was different than all of the other playgirls that showed up to appease Gaius Baltar's appetites. "I look forward to working with you, Ms. Warfield."

Kendra glanced back over her shoulder and offered Felix a slow, genuine grin. "And I you, Mr. Gaeta."

Gaius Baltar closed the door behind Kendra and regarded her with wary eyes before gesturing toward the chair on the opposite side of his desk. "Won't you have a seat, Kendra?"

"Thank you."

"I must say, I was rather surprised to hear from you," he admitted, rolling around to take a seat opposite of her. He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a bottle of distilled alcohol and poured them both a drink. "Especially under the circumstances."

"And what circumstances would those be, Dr. Baltar?"

"Come now, Kendra," he pushed the glass across the desk toward her. "We both know which circumstances to which I am referring."

"There were two sets of circumstances, Dr. Baltar," she reached out and took the glass, drawing it back. "One of them was your assistant on Caprica."

His face blanched, eyes widened as his brow furrowed almost frantically. It took him a moment to regain his composure, at which time he sat back in his chair, on hand still coiled around his drink, the other rested steadily beside it. "And the other would be your husband."

"I think we understand each other, Doctor Baltar," she drew the glass to her lips and tossed the drink back. "I need a job right now," she lowered the empty glass onto the desktop and Baltar watched her slide it toward him. "I need a little security. My son," her long eyes cast downward, there was an obvious waver in her voice. "I have to provide for him."

Gaius reached across the desk and laid his hand atop Kendra's. "Of course you do," he nodded. "And I will see to it that your work for me here is well rewarded. Your son shall never know want as long as you work for me."

Lifting her gaze, the slow certainty of a smile twitched at he corners of her mouth, "I knew I could count on you, Doctor Baltar."

"What if she's bluffing, Gaius?" The Six in his head snaked her arms around his shoulders and peered across the table at the young woman there. "It's her word over yours and you're the President now and you're not even willing to challenge her."

The stretch of his nervous grin didn't reach his eyes, and while he seemed momentarily relieved on the outside, he was deeply troubled. "Kendra," he started, and then thought better of it, shaking his head and holding up his hand in a gesture of dismissal. "It is really wonderful to see a familiar face again, the face of someone I know I can trust."

"It's good to see you too, Doctor," she admitted. "The greatest time of my life was the time I worked for you on Caprica."

"Yes," he noted with a grave nod, "the time before your husband was murdered."

"Yes, well," discomfort made her fidget in her seat. "I try not to think too much about it," she said. "About him."

Six leaned closer and whispered, "It's a lie." Her moistened grin was broadened by a twisted sense of satisfaction. "She thinks about him night and day, wonders if she'll ever see him again, if her son will ever know his father."

"Some things are best left in the past," he said.

"I feel the same way," she admitted, pushing away from the desk. "Thank you for the drink, and for the opportunity, I won't let you down."

"Of course you won't," his smile came easier this time. "You were always a hard worker, and I look forward to having your organizational hand in my affairs."

"Well, I should be on my way. I promised Tamlyn I wouldn't leave her alone with Ares too long, especially since she'll be keeping him on a more full time basis while I'm working. Thank you again for the opportunity."

"It's my pleasure," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Bright and early," she promised, before slipping out the door and closing it behind her.

Gaius Baltar sighed relief and lowered his head into his hands, the long tendrils of his hair falling inward to hide his face.

"You disappoint me, Gaius," Six said. "Allowing her to come in here and threaten to expose you the way she did. You have just as much on her as she has on you."

"Perhaps," he lowered his hands. "But I've got far more to lose right now. I did what I thought was best for me… for us."

"For us?" She cooed thoughtfully and lifted his chin with a finger. "Tell me, Gaius, how exactly have you helped us?"

"Do you remember how brokenhearted you were when you learned that our child was dead?" Gaius asked. "That Hera had died?"

"Her child," There was an uncommon tenderness in her voice when she spoke those words. Six looked toward the door Kendra Warfield had walked through only moments earlier with a sense of longing and then she shook her head. "Sometimes you surprise me, Gaius."