New Caprica
"Roslin?" Dr. Cottle questioned as he entered his makeshift office.
"Dr. Cottle," Laura replied forcing a tight smile.
"To what do I owe this pleasure? You haven't caught the bug that's going around have you?" he asked lighting a cigarette.
"No."
"Good. I've spent all morning making house calls and I need a break," the old man said making his way to his desk.
As Cottle enjoyed his break. Laura stared blankly into space.
"So what brings you here? I find it hard to believe this is a social call."
"It's back."
"What?" Cottle asked confused.
"The cancer," Laura managed to say before biting her lips to restrain tears.
"Why do you think that? Come here?" the doctor instructed leading her towards a exam table in the corner.
Laura obeyed the physician's instructions, unbuttoned her top and laid on the table.
"Arm above your head. What's going on?"
"They're very sensitive and swollen. I think it's a growth."
"Anything else? Nausea, fatigue, headaches?" Cottle asked moving his hands from her breast to her abdomen.
"Maybe? I don't know. I'm pretty sure we're all nausea with this food. Ow," Laura winced as he continued to poke and prod.
"You have a growth but it's not caner," Cottle announced with a smirk as he lit another cigarette and headed towards his desk.
"What?" Laura replied shocked. Quickly she sat up and buttoned her shirt. "You didn't even run any tests."
"Don't need to. You're pregnant."
"That's impossible."
"Improbable certainly; nevertheless, that is your official diagnosis."
Laura stood with her mouth open in shock. After several minutes, she was finally able to shake her head back and forth. Slowly at first but then with more conviction.
"No, no, no," Laura muttered. "No. You need to run tests. I'm not -"
"You're certainly not the most likely candidate but with all the drugs in your system only the Gods knows what your happened to your hormones. Not to mention that half-cylon's blood," Cottle said a brief knowing glance exchanged between the two. "One would think you'd be please. I may be old but I distinctly recall you preaching reproduction for salvation of the human race. We don't get many plus ones anymore ma'am."