~A New Beginning~

Sharon sat in her seat in the brig. Her eyes were downcast and her chest heaved with her breath. She felt so alone. She let her eyes drift shut as her breathing steadied. She was tired. She felt herself drifting into sleep when she heard the door to the brig unlock and swing open. With a jolt, she sat up and peered forward.

Adama came in, Chief Tyrol followed in with a look of anxiety. Sharon felt her heart flip flop as she cast her gaze downward. She didn't want to see his face when he looked at her with hate, because surely, he would. Wouldn't he?

"Sharon, we have news for you, I don't think anyone has told you yet." Commander Adama spoke and Sharon blinked her eyes, but she still didn't look at them.

"I thought it best for the Chief to tell you, so..." Adama had cast his gaze to the two armed guards who were at either side of the cell.

"Let's give them a bit of privacy." Adama commanded more than suggested. The two guards stood at attention and with two "Yes sirs", they exited the cell with the Commander. When the door was shut, Sharon still didn't look up. Instead, she felt her eyes swelling up, she knew she'd cry even if she didn't want to.

"Sharon..." Galen began, but she still didn't look up. She heard him let out a sigh.

"Sharon." He spoke her name again as he took a few steps forward and he crouched down so he was lower than her.

"I'm sorry, Chief..." Her words were broken. She was broken. It frightened him to hear her sound like this. Everything flashed in his eyes.

Her body, her skin against his own. The sound of her moans, the look of love in her eyes. He remembered the look of fear she had when she was scared about being a Cylon and he'd told her she must be being framed. He remembered the pain and sorrow in her eyes when he went to the medbay after she'd tried killing herself.

"You're a Cylon..." He had said it bluntly although he hadn't meant to say it at all.

"I know and that's what I'm sorry for. I... I didn't even know. " she explained with a weak voice. She heard Galen take a deep, shaky breath.

"There is some human in you though." He finally said. That caught her attention. She brought her downcast eyes up to meet his.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." She admitted. There was hope in his eyes. It didn't seem like the right emotion to her, but she waited for him to speak before she said anything else. The Chief's eyes went to her stomach and he brought his hand up to rest where his eyes gazed.

"My child... Our child is right there." He told her and her heart picked up.

"Our child?" She questioned with confusion in her voice.

"When you left, doctor Cottle had gone to tell you, but you were gone. Your pregnant Sharon, we're pregnant." It sounded weird coming out of his mouth. She shook her head.

"No, I can't be, I'm a machine, machines don't have babies." She tried to rationalize it. Galen couldn't help his smile now that he really thought about it. His child, with Sharon, was right there. He caressed her stomach with his thumb.

"I don't know how it works, but I wouldn't lie to you about it, look at me, Sharon." He spoke boldly and grabbed her chin with his other hand to force her to look at him.

"We're having a baby. Together. I'm not leaving you alone in this. I promise." He told her. He should hate her. She should disgust him, but instead, he felt himself getting excited. He'd always loved her.

He had always wanted a family with her. Now they would. Even if a lot of things were screwed up, even if she was a Cylon, they were going to be a family.

~Subdued~

"I don't know what to do." Adama admitted as he looked at the red-headed woman in the brig.

"A lot of people want her dead, but she could provide useful information about the Cylons to us." Adama explained.

"Well I don't know Commander, after all, you saw me unfit as the president and now you're coming to me with your problems? Why don't you just declare martial law and figure it out yourself?" Roslin wasn't in the greatest of moods. Her head was killing her. She felt shaky, she needed chamalla extract, the withdrawal was terrible. Adama sighed.

"You sent my finest pilot on a rogue mission against my orders." Adama told her. Roslin gave him a look of disbelief.

"Has it ever occurred to you that under the written law, you don't give me orders? Your supposed to back the government and so I did what I had to." She rebuked. A stern look came across the Commander's face.

"On the whim of some religious mumbo jumbo! You had no right to-!" He was saying, but was cut off.

"You have no right to hold me here Commander." She interrupted. Adama blinked in frustration.

"You had no right to take Kara away from me and send her to die!" Adama bit out. Roslin was slightly taken aback. There was emotion in his voice, it reminded her of when Adama and his son held up the fleet just to rescue the hotshot pilot.

"Just because she was going to marry your-." She began, but this time, she was interrupted.

"It's more than that! She's like a daughter to me, you took my little girl!" Adama spoke up. Roslin closed her mouth, unsure of what to say.

"How would you feel if I sent Billy on a suicide mission? Would you be happy with that?" Adama questioned, letting his feelings get the better of him. Laura cast her eyes downward, at the metal flooring that had thousands of tiny little, textured grooves that stuck out of it with its design.

"I promise you, that I will find earth when she returns with the arrow." Laura said. Adama grimaced.

"You're so sure of yourself, you know where that gets you? Not even six feet under anymore because we don't have a planet to bury our people on." Adama said with a trace of bitterness to his voice.

"Commander, I assure you, that I know what I'm doing." She told him. Adama pressed his lips together in a thin line before he turned around and left without a word more.

~equivocator~

The sound of many feet pattering hadn't caught the attention of the so-called brilliant scientist. The one and only, the amazing Cylon intelligence force. It was him, all him, maybe a little bit of Gaeta helping from time to time. He was the main face of it though.

He was going through blood tests, still. He had his years cut out for him, but either way, at very least, he was left to his own devices most of the time. The loud banging at his vault-like door had shocked him. Looking at the clock, he was wondering why anyone was bothering him right about now. It wasn't late, but it wasn't early either. He stood up, annoyance exuding from him from the notion of being disturbed. He stomped to the door, something like a child throwing a tantrum and he called out before answering.

"Who is it?" He questioned. He dare not open the door without asking, lest he gets killed by some Cylon assassin.

"We have been ordered to take you into custody by the Commander, open the door or we will have to force entry." Sounded the voice from the other side. Gaius frowned at that. Already, he was sweating. What was this all about? Why was he being taken into custody?

'Maybe they know Gaius.' The feminine voice that spoke was all too familiar to him.

"No... But they figured that all out with you... With Shelly Godfrey." Gaius muttered worriedly.

'Well you better open it, Gaius, I don't think that they want to be kept waiting.' There was a sarcasm to her voice that made it all feel like some horrible joke even more so to Gaius.

~Vindictive Resolve~

Cally had been trying to find out what happened all day. After Lee took the Chief to be questioned, she hadn't seen him again at all. It was getting closer to night-time.

She was working on a raptor. She was stripping off bent metal that she would bang back into place before getting it back on the old bird. She heard some of the other knuckle-draggers walking in.

"Hey, any word on the Chief?" She quipped real quick, hoping that someone knew where he had gone. The two men, clad in orange jumpsuits stared at her for a second. Like they almost couldn't believe their ears.

"I don't know, probably in the brig? Everyone's saying he's a Cylon too." One replied. Cally felt fear grip the depths of her soul, and to mask it, anger raged through her body. She threw the sheet of metal that she was working on down, hard, making it bang loudly against the floor.

"Are you guys frakking kidding me!? We know the Chief, he is not a Cylon!" She let the words rip out of her, angrily, venomously.

"Look, Cally, everyone's upset, okay? Not just you, all of us. You think we're happy to be played by a mother frakkin' toaster?" The other let out as he crossed his arms. He, like many others, had mixed feelings about the whole situation.

"That bitch seduced him! I'm telling you guys, he didn't know anything!" She was so positive. She knew the Chief was a human, she knew it.

"Well, you know what Cally, it's that little bitches fault that he's down there, so why don't you stop yelling at us and go see her or you can get back to work like the rest of us." The first stated before he waved her off and went back to what he came here for. Cally glared at nothing in particular. She walked the few steps to where she had thrown the metal and she crouched down to it before she picked it up, gingerly, in her hands. She closed her eyes for a moment as her hands clenched against the sharp metal. She wouldn't get cut from in though, she had worn thick, protective work gloves for this job. She snapped back up with a surety in her eyes. She would do something

She'd bang out this damn raptor plate, put the frakking thing back on, and then she was damn well gonna do something. Anything.

~Apprehension... Disconcertion... Gratification...~

"And even peeing more often is normal, but if you think its more unusual than that, you can always request to see me." Doctor Cottle smiled as he pulled a paper pack of smokes out of his pocket. He fingered the opening, pulling out three, but then he corrected it to one and shoved the others back in.

"What about an injury? Will that harm my baby?" Sharon started as she brought a hand up to her gauzed up cheek. The doctor shook his head.

"Your cheek will heal in due time, but your gonna have one hell of a scar." He explained. Sharon nodded as he spoke.

"Well, I'll let you folks have at it for a moment before the marines get back, I'm sure you'd appreciate it." He said before he took a deep drag as he turned around and headed out of the cell. He promptly closed it before heading out of the room.

Galen turned to Sharon. Her eyes were puffy, like she was going to cry again. Galen's eyes narrowed as his forehead bunched together.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I know your upset, but we'll get through this." He said as he brought a hand to her uninjured cheek.

"No, it's not. I'm a frakking Cylon! I can't be trusted, Galen!" She let out, her anger finally catching up to her. He watched her with wide eyes. He couldn't deny to her what she was saying.

"I should die, someone needs to kill me, can't you understand that?" She was so terrified of herself. What happened the next time she tried to kill someone? Only her death would give her true peace.

"No! Sharon!?" The look of hurt in his eyes was real.

"Don't you dare talk that way. Do you know what this all means for me? Do you think good things are coming my way now? Do you?" He questioned her, his own anger fuelling him.

"I really want to hate you, I should hate you, for being a toaster, but..." His voice softened as he gazed at her.

"You're my Sharon. Your Boomer." He said.

"And we're not gonna let those other toasters take that away. They want to make you think your human? Then damnit, you'll be a frakking human!" Tyrol's voice rose with each word. He stared at her, seeing her look downwards, looking guilty.

"We're gonna fight this together." He finally said with a gentle voice.

"But to do that, Sharon..." He hooked a finger under her chin and tempted her to look at him with the nudge of his hand. She did as he wanted, she stared at the genuine emotion beheld in his eyes.

"I can't let you get hurt, you can't hurt yourself either. Think of our kid, Sharon." His hand found her stomach where he gently rubbed with admiration. She felt miserable at all of this, but she let out a shaky breath.

"I won't do anything, just... Don't let me hurt anyone." She finally said, it was quiet, barely said, but he heard it from his close proximity. He nodded at her.

"I won't let you out of my sight, as much as that's possible." He stated. Sharon frowned as she thought. Nothing good would come of all this.