Author's Note: Look, everybody! It's Chapter 10:) It's a two for one deal today!

1 Month Ago

Colonial One

"Darling, what are you doing" President Baltar asked curiously from his couch as he watched his lover shuffle through pile after pile of old papers on his desk.

"I'm reading the news," the blonde responded simply without looking away from her task.

"The news? Isn't that supposed to be new? Some of that has to be over a year old," he responded uninterestedly.

"It may be old to you, but I've only just arrived now haven't I? I just think I should be up to speed with current events." She glanced up momentarily, her seductive eyes meeting the president's for only a second before they returned to her chore.

"If you insist. I'm afraid it's all dreadfully boring. Except the ones about my winning over Roslin. Those are particularly interesting. I think you should really take the time to have a look at them –"

"Speaking of Roslin, what's this?" the cylon held up the newsletter in question for Gaius to see.

"Ugh, I thought I threw that one out," he replied after reading the headline.

"She married Adama?" Six questioned curiously.

"Sickening, isn't it? To think, all that quibbling and distrust between the military and civilian government was nothing more than a lovers' quarrel. Their little time out could have cost us everything. And it just proves that the little 'miscount' during the election was nothing more than Adama's attempt to keep his little girlfriend in office. He always was her lapdog. I didn't even get an invitation. Did you know that? I'm the President of the Colonies, and I wasn't even invited to the Fleet Admiral's wedding. I showed up anyway, of course –"

"Gaius!" Baltar stopped abruptly. "You're rambling again."

"Right. Sorry," he said quickly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It is interesting, though – Unexpected," Six continued, gazing at the picture of the front page.

"Not if you worked with them," Baltar scoffed. "All Adama did when Roslin was around was undress her with his eyes, and she played right into it, of course. She had him wrapped around her little finger."

"Why, Gaius, do I sense jealousy?" the blonde giggled, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

"What? Of course not!" the president defended. Six giggled again.

"Uh huh, right. You're jealous of him."

"No, I most certainly am not jealous of Admiral Adama," Baltar rolled his eyes.

"Oh, yes you are! You're jealous because she's the one woman you could never have."

"That is most certainly not true! If I had wanted her I would have had her."

"Hmm, I seriously doubt she's the type," the cylon continued playfully. "I think having sex with you was the farthest thing from her mind, and now you're jealous because Adama's had her and you can't."

"Ha, yes, he most certainly has. I wouldn't even be interested now. Although, I do tend to find pregnant women inexplicably attractive –" Six's smirk fell instantly at the Caprican's words.

"Wait. What did you just say?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, I didn't mean any offense, darling –"

"No, did you just say Roslin was pregnant?" the cylon questioned urgently.

"Yes. Why?" Gaius inquired, slightly confused. Six did not respond, but rather stood, article in hand, and headed for the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" he shouted after her.

"I need to talk to Sharon. I'll be back soon!" she called behind her. Before Baltar could respond, the distinct sound of a closing door could be heard.

"Alright! Have fun! I'll just wait here then!"

Present Day

New Caprica

It was the middle of a particularly long evening on New Caprica, and Laura Adama sat up in her less than comfortable bed reading her favorite book; "Dark Day." Bill had given it to her nearly two years ago when they were just beginning to get to know each other. The first gift he had ever given her, it was close to her heart; one of her most valued assets. She had already read it enough to memorize it, but the words never got old. It was something Bill had loved. She could imagine him sitting in the corner of their small couch, feet resting on the small table in front of him and jacket discarded neatly on the back of the chair in which she would sit, pretending to read, and watch his cerulean eyes swim through the pages of another heart-pounding mystery. Sometimes she could even hear him softly reciting Caprican poetry in her ear as she drifted off to sleep or as she awoke from a rare goodnight's rest. Smiling to herself at the memories, she hadn't noticed an unexpected visitor entering unannounced.

"Good evening, Madam President," Laura started at the sound of the voice, closing her book quickly and putting one hand to her chest before looking up to identify her caller.

"Sharon. What are you doing here?" the redhead asked cautiously, unsure of why the cylon would be in her tent and praying it wasn't about the rebellion.

"I just wanted to come and see how you were doing," the cylon responded. She was grinning, but appeared to be nervous about something. "I heard that you were hurt during the attempted rebellion."

"I'm fine, thank you. A little bored, but I'll live," Laura responded, trying to hide her distaste for the "woman" in front of her.

"Should you really be alone in your condition?" Sharon questioned, looking genuinely concerned. Laura, however, did not pay much attention.

"Colonel Tigh just left to fetch some water. It's his designated time. But you didn't really come here to ask about my health did you?"

"Of course I did," the cylon responded, slightly taken aback. "What would make you say that?"

"The fact that I just told you I was fine, but you seemed to know my 'condition' already," the former president responded.

"I just know what people tell me. Maybe I wanted to hear it from you."

"Well, you heard it. Now I would appreciate it if you would see yourself out."

"Wait. I wanted to talk to you too," Sharon said quickly while stepping closer to the bed.

"About what?" Laura questioned impatiently, her hatred beginning to seep into her words.

"Look," the cylon told her as she pulled up a chair next to the bed. "I know that you don't like me. You probably even hate me, but I want you to know that what happened to Commander – I mean Admiral Adama was not my fault. It was a program. I'm not an assassin. I would never have hurt him on purpose. Please, I just need you to know that before anything else is said." Laura took a deep breath.

"I understand," she replied carefully. It wasn't sarcasm, but it also wasn't acceptance. It just was. And Sharon knew that.

"Fair enough," she responded, looking down at her lap.

"Was there something else?" the teacher inquired. Sharon drew her gaze back up to Laura's face.

"You're pregnant," the cylon began.

"Observant," Laura interjected. Sharon grinned nervously.

"That's amazing! Especially with everything your body has been through with the cancer and all."

"Yes. I consider it a blessing," the redhead responded indifferently.

"You should," Sharon whispered, her eyes on the woman's swollen abdomen. Her voice then regained its previous volume as she brought her eyes upward once again. "It truly is a miracle." The sudden obvious fascination is the cylon's voice unnerved the former president, and she brought an arm up to rest protectively on her belly. However, before Laura could reply, there was a shuffle in the bed next to her that drew the other woman's attention.

"And who is this?" Sharon questioned, smiling as she noticed Isis for the first time. The former president's stomach turned to ice, but her outer expression did not change.

"My friend Maya's daughter. She was killed in the rebellion, so I took her in," Laura calmly explained.

"She's beautiful," Sharon smiled. "What's her name?"

"Isis," Laura replied as naturally as possible.

"Isis. I like it. It's a good, strong name."

"That's what Maya said."

"How old is she?" the cylon continued her questioning.

"Fifteen months," Laura lied, hoping she hadn't gone too young. Isis was small for her age, and the big blankets surrounding her shrunk her significantly so Sharon didn't seem to notice. In fact, she would swear she saw a flash of disappointment cross the cylon's face.

"You have a destiny, Laura," Sharon stated serenely. Laura froze and lifted her eyes to meet the cylon's.

"Excuse me?" she whispered.

"You have a destiny," the cylon repeated.

" What does that mean?" the redhead questioned. "What destiny?"

"You'll understand soon enough. Just know we're watching over you. God has a plan for you. There's no need to be afraid. Let his love guide you, and he will show you the way."

Not another word was spoken. Sharon smiled in a way that disturbed Laura to the core before standing and letting herself out. Laura wrapped her free arm around the sleeping toddler beside her as she watched the cylon leave. Sharon's sudden change of subject and demeanor had startled the teacher and had made her sense the need to protect her children – as if a predator were stalking them. Never in her whole life had she been so relieved to see Saul Tigh when he walked into her tent only minutes later.

"Sorry I took so long. I ran into Ellen. She wasn't very happy with my being here more than with her after everything, but I managed to calm her down." Laura did not reply, still trying to make sense of the odd events that had just transpired. The colonel sat the water pale down before turning to look at her. "Laura? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Snapping out of her trance, the redhead snorted.

"Something like that," she replied. Looking concerned, Tigh carefully sat on the edge of the bed.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" he inquired worriedly. Laura gave a short, ironic laugh that quickly turned to sobs.

"Oh, Saul, I hope Bill gets here soon."

Short, sweet, and to the point! I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 11 coming ASAP! Remember, REVIEWS EQUAL LOVE!