Bill sat at his desk, holding the thick envelope he'd been given by a young woman named Maya. He wasn't sure if he should open it or not. Laura had clearly written whatever it contained believing she was going to die, which was not going to happen if he had anything to say about it.

Towards the end of their meeting he had noticed a young woman enter the tent, a small child on her hip. She had waited nervously just inside of the tent flap for the meeting to end, her eyes flicking from him to the floor and back again.

"Can I help you?" He had walked up to her once Leoben had ducked out of the tent behind her.

"I uh… I have a message to give to you… er sir." He smiled, trying to put her at ease. She pulled a thick envelope out from under her sweater and handed it to him. His mouth went dry when he recognized the hand writing across the front. "She wanted me to give this to you… She thought she was going to be executed. I don't know…" She stopped, not sure what she was trying to say. He looked at her, she looked familiar.

"You're Maya." It wasn't a question. She nodded, shifting the small toddler to her other hip. Although he hadn't been allowed to contact any of those on the planet besides the office of the president and a few of his old men, he'd managed to keep taps on his teacher. "And… Is this Isis?" Maya beamed, looking down at the little girl.

"Yes, this is Isis." She looked back up at him smiling. She obviously didn't know what the child was but then again he shouldn't know either. It had hurt him that Laura hadn't told him but he understood now. Maya had noticed his apparent interest in her little girl. "Do you want to hold her?" She asked, holding her out to him.

"Uh…" He took the girl from her carefully not sure how that had just happened. He was holding the Cylon hybrid child. Then he noticed a faint but familiar smell, the floral perfume he always associated with Laura. "You and Ms. Roslin were close?"

"Oh yes. When she first came down she didn't know where to go or what to do really. I found her in the school tent that first night slumped over the desk. She's been sharing my tent ever since. She's been like a second mother to Isis."

He stared down at the letter again then slowly opened the envelope. He quickly realized this wasn't one really long letter but a lot of shorter ones and drawings. He picked up the first.

Bill-

I realize that you'll probably never read this seeing as all communication between us has been cut off thanks to the wonderful doctor but I'd like to pretend that you will, just so I might still have you to confide in. I'm sorry for what I said to you, Baltar ordered me planet side. I should have told you… I didn't want to go, I would have loved to stay with you, but at the same time my people needed me even if they didn't realize it.

I've only been here a week and I hate it. It's cold and wet and muddy… Everything is filthy, tents, clothes, people, all of it. Sickness is running rampant down here. I've been here barely seven days and I've already lost a student! How can they fool themselves that this is our salvation, our oasis, our new home?

I miss you. More than I thought I would. One week and it feels like the only thing keeping me going, making me get up each morning, is the thought that you are doing the same above my head.

Maya took me in, the young woman I'm teaching with. I had stepped off the raptor into the mud and was ushered into a meeting with our esteemed president where I was informed that not only was I not allowed to contact the fleet but also he had failed to have someone set up a tent for me. He suggested I spend the night at the school until he got me a tent. He still hasn't by the way. Maya found me there, sobbing on the desk. It was really rather embarrassing.

If nothing else at least the children are keeping me busy. I've missed teaching so much over the past years. I never did enjoy politics. It was a way of making things better but I hated the game. The children all work very hard, I think they're glad of the normalcy of attending school after all the uncertainty of the past year. Though nothing about this will ever be normal to me.

I can't seem to be optimistic anymore. I know in my heart that this is a terrible mistake; it's only a matter of time before the Cylons find us. And soon too many of your people will be down here and you won't be able to protect us. Of course we may not last long enough for the Cylons to finish us off. Between the diseases and Baltar's leadership we'll all be dead soon anyway. Now I'm becoming even more morbid. That wasn't what I had intended when I started writing this. Well with any luck the masses, or what's left of them, will realize their mistake before it's too late and impeach the asshole.

-Laura

Bill turned the letter over to find an extremely unflattering but surprisingly accurate drawing of Baltar, apparently bashing himself against the wall, one hand pulling his tie tight around his neck. Smiling slightly he picked up the next letter and began to read.

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She was sitting carefully on the floor, her back against the wall. Simon had been called away and told her to rest until he got back which she was only to happy to do seeing as she felt like she was going to pass out any second now. She'd been pushing herself through his incredibly painful and long exercises refusing to stop whenever he suggested a break. She wanted out of here and she was not going to be denied freedom because she was too weak to reach for it. The door opened and she turned expecting to see Simon.

"Looks like someone's been working very hard…" The leggy blonde took in her shaking legs, pale complexion, and sweat dampened hair. Laura levered herself up into a standing position using the wall.

"What do you want?" The blonde just smiled and walked towards her. She was getting really sick of them doing that. Then she noticed the syringe hanging from one of the woman's hands. She didn't know what was in it but she didn't want to find out. "There was no medical emergency… Was there?" She said backing away, her trembling legs aching in protest. She shouldn't have pushed herself so hard.

"Actually there was… I rigged the equipment. Sharon's sacrifice will not be forgotten."

"I'm glad to hear you care so deeply for your pawns." She muttered, still eyeing the syringe warily. Six noticed her preoccupation with it and raised it to eye level.

"Don't worry Laura, it won't hurt. Just a prick and it'll be over."

"Really?" She highly doubted that.

"You survived being a seer once you'll survive it again." A seer? Oh Gods, she's referring to the chamalla induced visions.

"You don't want to do this."

"No, I really think I do." Six was right in front of her now, cornering her against the wall. "We have our own scriptures Laura, and you play a very important role in them as well." She struggled, trying to keep the needle from puncturing her skin. "Don't fight destiny." She was screaming for help, both her hands wrapped around six's wrist, holding it back. She knew it wouldn't be long before Six's strength won out, Simon wasn't there, no one was there to hear her screams. And then the needle sank into her arm and she was injected with the slightly green liquid it was carrying.

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He had finished reading all the letters; it had taken him a good three hours. He now sat with two of her drawings laid on the table in front of him. One was what appeared to be a watercolor painting of the entire settlement at sunset. Once again the detail took his breath away. It was a beautiful painting, somehow managing to convey both hope and sorrow. The other was a drawing of himself. She had somehow managed to catch a glimpse of him coming off a raptor before a meeting with Baltar. This one was by far the most detailed; it was obvious she had spent hours on it somehow managing to recreate the scene from her memory. It hurt to think that she might have been in the crowd and he hadn't even noticed her.

"You requested to see me sir." He looked up to see Kat standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Yes." He stood up, returning her salute. "I have a mission for you." Kara or his son would have been his first choice for this but since both of them had other things to see to…

"A mission sir?" A mission? Kat beamed, finally she was getting the recognition she deserved.

"The Cylons have arrested a number of our people on the planet. Most of them are being held in holding cells on the south side of this building." He pulled out a copy of the layout Leoben had brought to the meeting. "But the Pres—" He cleared his throat. "They've moved Laura Roslin to the other side of the building, I need you to land a raptor in the trees to the north and lead a rescue team in to get her out."

Kat had heard rumors about the supposed relationship between the old man and former President and she now noticed the letters partly hidden by the layout on the table. This was big; he was trusting her with this. "I can do that." He looked at her, I hope so…

"I know you can…" He continued to brief her on the rescue mission but couldn't help feeling uneasy. He knew all about Kat's growing ego, he hoped it wouldn't get in the way.

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She was wandering down a hallway. She knew she was being chased, but she couldn't run. She turned a corner coming face to face with Leoben.

"Quickly, this way." He grabbed her hand, hurrying down another hallway. Then a door opened in front of them and Doral stepped out and shot Leoben. Leoben crumpled to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth. Doral then turned his gun on her and a second gun shot was fired.

There was the sound of guns exploding all around her, people were screaming, running.

The scene shifted again. Zarek was shielding the geminese quorem member Sara from an onslaught of Centurions. Dead bodies littered the corridor in front of him, she recognized members from the resistance. There was an explosion, the wall was blown in and Anders and group of more rebels poured in firing into the Centurions and ushering Sara outside. Two other members lifted Zarek's body from the rubble, a large red blotch on the side of his face.

Baltar was running, being drug behind that blonde as Colonial One erupted with gunfire. They boarded a heavy raider and took off.

Again in a hallway, she turned the corner and Bill was before her. "It's alright, you're safe now." His arms were around her, lifting her.

"Her heart rate's slowing down… I think she's coming round." Laura opened her eyes slowly, her head was pounding. Simon moved into her line of view. "You were injected with a highly concentrated dose of Chamalla. I've given you something that should help counteract its effects." She nodded blurring her vision slightly. "I'm sorry…" He wasn't sure what to say but she nodded again. "We'll be leaving in four hours, are you up to it?"

"No, but I will be. Where's Leoben?"

"Getting things ready…" He paused. "Kara will make sure all of your things get packed and picked up. Tonight the Admiral returns."

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Kat punched in the jump coordinates and hit the jump drive, re-appearing in the atmosphere around New Caprica. She barely had time to take in the battle raging around her before having to fight the raptor controls, forcing the bird into a dangerous descent path. "Hope everyone's buckled in." She shouted over the engine at the marines behind her. "This is going to be a bumpy ride."

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"It's time." Simon helped her off the hospital bed. "Are you ready? I could try to find a wheel chair…"

"No, let's go." She gritted her teeth following his lead out of the room.

"Leoben will meet up with us at the end of this hall way, he's making sure it stays clear." She nodded, not wanting to waste any energy on talking. There was a shout from behind them and Simon swore. "Keep going, Leoben's just up ahead. I'll catch up." Then he turned and sprinted back down the way they had come.