Disclaimers: I don't own them. I just play with them.

Author's note: I just got around to watching Battlestar Galactica. Yep, I'm late to the party. The fic is somewhat inspired by the song: 'Did I Make the Most of Loving You' and those lyrics will be appearing here and there. It's going to be a long fic, but I'm also using it to practice my creative writing. Hope you enjoy. Drop a review and make my day!

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Life was everywhere on this beautiful planet. But the sun couldn't warm her skin through the raptor window, and the animals running across the fields down below were a fuzzy haze. Glorious light and color surrounded her; a paradise for her people but not for her.

The dying leader had done her job but the cost was high, maybe too high. So many people were lost. Billy. Dee. Elosha. Maya. So many trials endured. New Caprica. Nuked Earth. The Gideon. The trial. Cain. The Olympic Carrier. Cancer and lost dreams. Her heart skipped a beat and her body trembled at these memories. She pushed them to the side and pulled herself into the present unwilling to waste what she knew were her last precious moments with him.

Beside her Bill spoke about their cabin, and she pictured it nestled in the mountains in the distance. Her heart faltered again, but she smiled softly. It was a beautiful vision; their cabin.

She couldn't force out her laugh when Bill talked about having a green thumb. Bill's voice was faint, distant. Goodbye my love. She can't say it. She continues thinking of their cabin, their piece of heaven. She can't hear him anymore. She can't see anything anymore. She dies with one final though, I'll be waiting for you.

Bill Adama didn't fight the tears when he took her limp hand in his. They flowed down his cheeks and fell on her hand he grasped in his. He searched anyways, but knew the pulse in her wrist was gone. She was gone, and that thought alone brought him more physical pain than anything else he'd ever experienced in life.

His chest felt ripped open. He gasped out short breaths. The world around him spun. More tears came.

She looked peaceful. He knew she'd held on as long as she could for him despite the pain. She defied the prophesy knowing that he wanted to keep her with him as long as possible.

He didn't tell her that he couldn't live without her. He didn't tell her that he wanted a real lifetime together. What was the use? To cause pain in an already miserable situation? But, he never even managing to say I love you to her. As he clutched her hand in his, his body trembling with grief, he knew that was a regret he'd have for the rest of his life. They'd both held parts of themselves back, never being together as fully as they should have been.

Some Colonials believed that those married before the Gods would be together for all the eternities. Without hesitation, he pulled the wedding band off his hand and placed it on her finger. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her hand and prayed to the Gods he still didn't know if he believed, to be reunited with her. He looked back up at Laura's, his wife's, peaceful face and felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. He took a shaky breath and turned away. We'd have spent a lifetime together happy. His hands moved numbly over the controls.

His training took over, and he piloted the raptor down to the ground. He knew what had to be done and he went through the motions almost as if on autopilot. He dug a grave. Every time he drove his shovel into the dirt he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He had to constantly pause and catch his breath. Heartache threatened to completely overwhelm him at the death of Laura Roslin.

It was well into the night by the time he'd finished digging. The body was placed gently in the grave. He carefully folded her hands across her, her left hand with the gold band shining on top. I'll find you, he swore. If there is something else, I'll find you. He buried her, collapsing next to the grave when it was done.

"Miss you," he whispered hoarsely, his body racked with sobs. He looked out at the coming dawn. "It's heavenly here Laura. It'll remind me of you." He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally pushed himself to his feet and looked down at the grave. You go to your rest.

He stumbled back over to the raptor to collapse on the floor sobbing again before sleep claimed him, and he dreamed of her smile and her laugh. He dreamed of red hair and mischievous eyes. He dreamed until the images of Laura faded into darkness. His dreams would filled with her for a long time to come.

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He was dreaming, he had to be. He hadn't stood in this ship for over 40 years. Bill Adama's eyes examined the metal and concrete surfaces. He suppressed a shudder when he saw the examination tables where Cylons had experimented on humans. This was the first ship with the first hybrid, and where he ended his last mission before the end of the first Cylon War. He remembered the otherworldly voice reverberated around the room.

Bill Adama edged forward toward the basin in the center of the room. Once it had contained the Cylon's first hybrid. Sweat gathered along his brow, and the humidity was oppressive. Instinctively, his had moved toward his hip, and he grabbed the gun from it's holster. The sidearm was cool and familiar in his grasp.

Finally, he stood over the basin. He held his gun tighter when he saw the hybrid still there. In reality, he'd long been gone by the time Adama had arrived. The hybrid opened his eyes and looked up at Adama with a curious expression.

"You've returned William Adama." Bill didn't jump, he was too well trained to display emotion in front of an enemy. He quickly brought his sidearm up and took aim. Keep the tactical advantage.

"This is a dream," Bill stated.

"Yes" They hybrid's piercing gaze bore into Adama's. "And, no." The hybrid chuckled softly at his riddle. He quirked his neck to the side, "the last time you were here do you remember what I told you?"

"You weren't here," Adama pointed out. The hybrid chuckled again and continued speaking to Adama as a grandfather might speak to his child.

"I still spoke to you, and you heard me," the hybrid explained. "All of this has happened before…"

"…And all of this will happen again," Adama remembered.

"And so it must happen again. I've seen the jealous God rolling back the wheel of time. Just as I saw the Prophet to guide her people to Earth."

"Don't you dare talk about her," Adama snarled gripping his gun tighter while his heart thundered in his chest.

"Did you make the most of loving her William Adama?" The hybrid pondered. Adama felt his heart constrict in his chest when he thought about the question.

"No," he admitted softly.

"So many things left unsaid and undone." The hybrid rasped. "Even so, in your time humanity earned their survival and that must be honored. Laura, the prophet who never lost her soul, proved their worth."

"I'm not interested in riddles," Adama snapped. He turned to walk away.

"Then I shall speak plainly for you my child. In the end the Twelve Colonies of Kobol were still lost. Your culture was lost. Your names were forgotten and your story lost. History laid no blame at your feet, but learned no lesson. On Earth people died. Starvation, exposure, disease.…"

"That's enough!" Rage coursed through his veins. He couldn't even contemplate the potential that they'd failed in the end. A split second decision and he found himself pulling the trigger. Nothing happened.

"If you think this is a dream, what makes you think you can kill me?" He didn't sound at all angry at the attempt against his life. His voice was calm and gentle, perhaps even a little amused.

"If this is a dream then leave me alone."

"It's a dream, a memory, and a warning." The hybrid spoke. "This has all happened before, and now…now it must happen again."

"I'm not interested in riddles." Bill shook his head. "And, I'm not interested in reliving the past," even as he said it, he wondered if that was the truth. Laura.

"What if you saw her again?" The hybrid locked gazes with Adama again. Adama opened his mouth to snap out a response, but the words didn't come. The pain in his chest from his aching heart consumed him.

"The jealous God will rewind time. But, you have another chance. It was earned." The hybrid closed his eyes and the room began fading around him. "Remember and learn because this will be the end of the line."

With a jolt Bill Adama bolted upright. The first thing he realized was that he was no longer in the raptor.