"Kara wouldn't tell me anything," Bill growled as he paced across the room. His fists were clenched at his sides as his anger finally shone through. "I thought she'd tell me, but it turns out she's become good friends with the President."

"A lot of stuff happened on New Caprica," Saul muttered as he stared into his glass of ambrosia.

"So it's come down to you," Bill blurted out, turning on his old friend. "You're the one that busted her out of the cell. I know that you know something."

"Bill, if she wanted you to know she would tell you herself," He replied as he placed the glass on the coffee table.

"Fine," Bill sat at the other end of the couch and closed his eyes. "Can you at least let me know her reason for pushing me away?"

"Bill…"

"Saul, this woman means more to me than Carolanne ever did," It was as close as he could manage to openly admitting his feelings for the leader of the Colonies. "Leaving her behind, on that frakking planet, was worse than watching her die. Tell me she's not dying."

"She's not," Saul grumbled, staring at his hands. "But she's in a dangerous position. You should go see her."

"She keeps making up excuses for me to stay away."

"Just take a frakkin' Raptor and go," Saul growled. "She can't stop you if you're already on the damn ship."

"No but there's always the possibility that she'll airlock me…"

"If you want her back, that's a risk you'll have to take," Saul told him seriously as he stood up to leave. "I know what she's going through, and she needs someone to help her. I saw the way you two were on New Caprica. So get your ass in gear and go see her."

Bill sat in silence as Saul left the room. He leant forward and picked up his glass of ambrosia, downing it in one gulp. There was a bitter taste in the back of his throat as his mind ran through the possibilities of what could have gone wrong. He stood slowly and walked over to his desk, pulling open the top draw.

There lay a photo, taken on New Caprica, that Cottle had managed to deliver to him. Standing together, smiling brightly, were Kara and Laura. They looked almost like mother and daughter, standing with their arms around each other. Kara was childishly resting her head on Laura's shoulder, with her arms wrapped around the older woman's waist. There was a mischievous gleam in Laura's eyes that suggested she was about to start laughing at any moment.

He smiled as he picked up the photo, his girls. They knew it when they took the photo, with every intention of sending it to him on Galactica. He remembered Cottle commenting on how easily they had bonded and created their own little family. His fingers brushed over the image and he smiled. Families had to stick together, and he'd already lost one.

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Tory sat in the bathroom reading an old magazine as she waited for Laura to get out of the shower. The tabloid gossip had never interested her, but she needed something to distract her from the awkwardness of her situation.

"You don't have to sit there the whole time," Laura called over the noise of the water. "I wouldn't want to watch me shower."

"I'm not watching you shower, I'm reading!" Tory cried out. "Besides I had to help you get undressed, so I'm scarred already."

Laura laughed as she carefully turned the water off. "Could I please have my towel?" She asked as she wiped her eyes and slipped her hand around the shower curtain. "Thankyou." She muttered as she grabbed hold of the warm material, and wrapped it around her firmly.

"I got your negligee out," Tory muttered as she held onto Laura's arm, leading her carefully into the bedroom. "It will feel better on your back than the tanks Kara gave you on New Caprica."

"Good thinking," Laura smiled. "What would I do without you?"

"Not a lot by the looks of it," Tory quipped as she handed Laura her underwear. "Cottle says you have to learn to dress yourself."

"Cottle's an ass," Laura grumbled.

"Takes one to know one Laura," Tory laughed as she walked out into the office.

"You're fired!"

"Third time today," Tory called back. "You need to work on your comebacks."

Grimacing, Laura started working out how she was going to change into her underwear. Firstly she'd have to drop the towel and if anyone, besides Tory, walked in she wouldn't be able to grab it in time. She let out a small whimper, tightening the towel around her. "Tory!" She cried out.

"What's wrong?" He assistant ran into the room.

"I can't do it," Laura stood by the bed with tears threatening to spill. "I'm useless."

"A lot of people get through this sort of thing Laura," She said softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Cottle says you just need to deal with it."

"I don't want to deal with it," Laura yelled, backing away from Tory and almost tripping over the corner of the bed. "I want it to go away so I can actually do everything and not hide from the rest of the fleet."

"Which reminds me," Tory said slowly. "The pilot called. A Raptor has just docked, and Admiral Adama is on it."

"Oh Gods Tory, I need to get dressed!" Laura almost squealed as she began to panic.

"Do you want me to bandage your…"

"No!" She snapped as Tory began to help her get dressed. "I don't want him, of all people, to know. I'll wing it."

"Laura you won't be able to fool him,"

"We'll see…"

"He'll be scrutinising you the second he steps into the room," Tory warned her.

"I fooled the press Tory," Laura pointed out. "I can fool William Adama."