Notes: So I will wholeheartedly admit that I am a terrible person for leaving you guys in the lurch for so long. I got way too into the groove of writing Shandy fanfic for Major Crimes and out of the BSG groove. Luckily some tumblr-spiration has come my way in the last few days so I thought I would get a chapter out to you guys and apologize for my absence! Currently I am only writing one other fic so I am hoping that I can rotate back to this more frequently and at least get a chapter out each week.

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Laura takes a deep inhale of the cigar in her mouth as she sits on a stack of shipping containers, watching as their ships are guided down to land at Nellis Air Force Base. She'd been on hand constantly for the last few days and had finally managed to get away for a moment alone.

Galactica had been landed first, and it had been a relief to get back to the few possessions they did have. She couldn't pinpoint why she had felt so anxious around the Terrans. They were helping them, welcoming them, making sure they survived. But until Galactica landed, it persisted. She finally felt the hand around her heart unclench as she sank down onto the brown leather couch in their quarters. She had left the kids to play with friends they hadn't seen in a while and after being bombarded with questions from her own people, retreated to the top of the shipping containers.

Laura turns her head as she hears a shuffling behind her, a smile breaking out across her face when she sees Mona climb up on the container. The blonde makes her way down and sits on the edge next to Laura, taking the cigar from her with a smile.

"Good to know you're still alive."

"They've been taking good care of us," Laura says as she swings her legs, "Have you been processed?"

"Yep," Mona holds up her fingers, revealing discolored fingertips, "Wasn't too bad, just asked some questions, took some fingerprints, little finger stick. Officially a C-Terran."

"C-Terran?" Laura asks.

"That's what they've been calling people who have been processed," Mona says, handing the cigar back, "Colonial Terrans."

"How are they taking it?" Laura asks.

"Most people are doing well, there's push backs from some, mostly Saggitarons and Geminese."

"It was expected," Laura says with a sigh as a breeze comes along and blows her hair out of her face, "Fresh air…"

"I missed it," Mona says, "Even though New Caprica was a shit hole it had fresh air."

"Mmm," Laura agrees, thinking back to the cold rock they had settled on for the better part of a year. The two sit in silence for a while before Laura flicks the butt of the cigar, "There's an event tomorrow night. A State Dinner. I want you to come."

"A State Dinner?"

"It's supposed to be like the balls we had, like Colonial Day," Laura says, "I'll send some one over to get you, probably early afternoon."

"Okay," Mona nods, "I don't have anything to wear."

"I'll take care of that, I just need you to bring yourself," Laura says, waving at Bill as he walks up to the containers, looking up at the two of them with a smile.

"What are you two trouble makers doing up there?" Bill calls up.

"Making trouble," Laura calls back with a playful smile. She looks at the watch on her wrist before sighing and looking over at Mona, "We have to get back. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You'll see me tomorrow," Mona nods. Laura hugs her tight before looking down at bill and arching her eyebrow.

"Would you catch me if I fell?"

"Didn't I mention that in our wedding vows?" Bill arches his eyebrow.

"I don't think you did," Laura says before pushing herself off the edge of the container, dropping the few feet into Bill's arms with a small yell. She laughs as he lets out an 'oof' before setting her gently on the ground.

"I think I'm getting too old for that," Bill says. Laura laughs softly and presses a kiss to his lips.

"I'm not," She murmurs before kissing him again, "Let's go find the kids."

"Yes, ma'am," Bill says, wrapping an arm around hers before they go in search of the kids. They find them playing with a group, playing Pyramid in a hand drawn court. Laura stops Bill, taking a moment to watch them run around. They watch as Aurora heaves the ball across the court before running to the other point to take it back and throw it into the goal.

"We can't forget this," Laura says, looking around them at everyone milling around, still living a Colonial life in their camp, "We can't forget who we are."

"We won't," Bill says before calling out for the kids. The three of them look over at their parents before saying their goodbyes and running over. Bill sweeps up both of the boys, hugging them before setting them down as the three of them pant from their activities.

"Ror, where are your glasses?" Laura asks as she brushes sweaty black hair back from her daughter's face.

"Oh, I left them at home," Aurora says, referring to their quarters on Galactica, "Will you come with me to get them?"

"Yeah," Laura nods before turning to Bill, "Why don't you take them to the car and we'll be right there?"

"Sure," Bill nods before swinging Alex up onto his shoulders and holding his hand out to Liam. Laura walks back to Galactica with Aurora, the two of them making their way through the familiar halls to their old quarters. They were keeping most of their possessions on board until they figured out what was next and found a place to live. Aurora grabs her purple glasses off the top of a book and unfolds them before pushing them onto her face. Laura notices the book they had been laying on top of and picks it up.

"Where did this come from?" Laura asks, showing it to Aurora. The cover read Music of the Colonies and showed a pictures of the Caprican Philarmonic on it.

"Uh…" Aurora thinks as she looks at the book, "I think Kara, maybe…I don't know. It's been around a while, why?"

"Just curious," Laura says, looking at the book for another moment before tucking it under her arm and directing Aurora out of the room, "Come on, let's go."

The two of them make their way to the car that was waiting for them, getting into the back seat. Laura buckles her seatbelt and shows the book to Bill, "Check this out."

"Music of the Colonies, hmm, where did you find this?" Bill asks as he flips the cover open and flips through the pages. There were certain breaks of text but most of the pages were sheet music.

"It was in our room, Ror said she thinks it might be from Kara," Laura says, "I thought maybe if there was a band tomorrow night we could give this to them…"

"Yeah," Bill shrugs, continuing to flip through the pages. He stops about halfway through the book and folds the cover back, showing it to his wife, "Look familiar?"

"Maybe if I read music," Laura says with a smile taking the book. She reads the small blurb at the beginning of the music before her eyes widen in remembrance, almost hearing the tune play out in her head as her eyes scan over the notes, taking in the ups and downs of their markings. It was an old Aerilonian folk song that Laura had grown up listening to her mother play for her and her sisters. The first time she had danced with Bill to it was at a concert they had gone to on the Riverwalk during one of his shore leaves. By the time they stopped her eyes were a little more than misty and her heart was galloping along at a breakneck pace, "It's what we danced to at our wedding…"

"Been a while since I've heard that one," Bill comments as he wraps an arm around her shoulder.

"Me too," Laura agrees, turning down the corner of the page to bookmark it. She turns her head and presses a kiss to Bill's cheek as she closes the book in her lap, "I love you."

"I love you too," Bill replies, pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling back with a chuckle as all three of the kids start making playful vomiting sounds, "I think they find us gross."

"Too bad, I don't," Laura says as she kisses her husband again, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

The next evening after getting ready for the State Dinner Laura gets the kids tucked into bed and presses kisses to their foreheads, reminding them that they were just going to be downstairs and Marcus was outside their room if they needed anything. She shuts the door behind herself before making her way to the small reception they were having upstairs before they made their way down.

Laura lingers in the doorway for a moment, scanning the room for Bill. She spots him talking to Zak and someone else she didn't know, or didn't remember their name. Both of them were in their dress grey and looking dashing.

Bill looks past his son as he notices her, swallowing as his blue eyes darken. The dress she was wearing was reminiscent of the first Colonial Day they had gone to together. It was a white strapless silk ballgown that hugged her form, and she had her sash clipped around her waist. Her hair tumbled past her shoulders with her natural curl, a couple pieces clipped back, and a smile spreads across her lips as she catches his eye, making her way over.

"Hi," Laura says, pressing a kiss to Zak's cheek before Bill's.

"Hi, kids go down okay?"

"Mmhm," Laura smiles with a nod. They mingle for a while longer before the room begins to clear out as people are taken to their seats. She takes Bill's arm as they make their way over to the staircase, using her other hand to hold onto the railing.

"Zak was telling me that there's going to be a celebration down at the base later tonight," Bill murmurs, "If you'd be interested."

"What about the kids?"

"Marcus can stay with them for a little bit. Hour at the most."

"Okay," Laura nods as they get closer to the bottom of the stairs, hearing the music and clicks of cameras filtering up. She paints a smile on her face as they make their last turn and come into the view of the public. Her eyes dart through the crowd as they stand for pictures before moving off to the side, standing next to the President and First Lady.

"I think this is going to be a lovely evening, Mr. Adama. Don't you?" Laura asks with an impish smile as they make their way down the hall towards the ballroom.

"I whole heartedly agree, Mrs. Adama," Bill smiles.


[TBC]

EndNote: The song mentioned part way through this chapter is "Roslin and Adama" from the BSG soundtrack and is always good for a little teary eyed moment.