There were a lot of things that the newly reborn fleet was dealing with, and Adama and Roslin discussed the day's events that evening in his quarters.

"Was anyone badly hurt?" Laura asked.

"No, luckily. One broken nose and a couple split lips were about the extent of it. Sharon knew this might happen; that not everyone would respect her."

"And what about Kacey?"

Adama took a sip of his ambrosia. "Those pilots would be spending more than just one night in the brig if they'd touched her. Hitting a woman is bad enough."

"She's not just a woman, though, Bill. And Kacey's not just a child. We knew before that a hybrid child could be a target, one that can't always be protected. Luckily, Kacey was just hiding of her own will, but someone could have taken her today, taken her somewhere that a few bad nicknames for her would be the least of her worries."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm not sure…Word of her existence hasn't gotten farther than your Battlestars; she could find anonymity among the fleet."

"No. We're not stealing her away or faking her death and hiding her somewhere. I won't do that to Kara. Part of growing up for Kacey is going to have to be learning to accept others' intolerance."

"Can you protect her?" Roslin asked.

"I can do whatever she needs...but that begs the question of why we didn't do the same a year and half ago."

She sighed. "We know more now than we did then."

"Is that really an excuse?"

"It has to be."

That night, after Kacey was asleep, Sam waited for Kara to finish in the shower in order to talk with her. "You feel okay?" she asked as she sat down next to him on their bed.

"Yeah, just…I've been thinking about what happened. I am sorry."

"I know. Everyone's going to have to figure out what you do and don't do with a little kid onboard this ship." Sam looked down for a long moment.

"Are you sure this is the best thing for her?"

"What?"

"You can't think that those are the only two people between these two Battlestars that really just hate the idea of her existing. Right now, maybe she's too little to understand, but when she gets older…is that fair to her?"

"She understands, Sam. She understands a lot more than most people would give her credit for. Including you, apparently."

"I'm not trying to make you mad, just…maybe this isn't the best place for her. We could start over on one of the other ships; no one would have to know who we are, and no one would have to know what she is."

"I'm a pilot, Sam."

"Not for the last year."

"Yeah, I gave that up for you, for the life you wanted on New Caprica. We're not parked in orbit anymore; we're back to the war and back to running for our lives. I have responsibilities."

"As a soldier?"

"Yes."

"What about your responsibilities as a wife? As a mother?"

"I'm not the one who lost my kid in the middle of a fist fight!"

"No, I guess not. But that fight was over her, and I can guarantee it won't be the last."

"My life is here, Sam. This ship is my home. And Kacey's life is with me. I thought the same was true for you, too." He didn't respond.

Roslin and Adama had decided not to do anything about Hera/Isis at the moment. As far as they knew, Sharon and Helo had no clue about the truth, and taking Isis away from Maya would only hurt them both. However, the unanimity of their decision didn't mean that Roslin didn't still feel guilty about it.

A couple afternoons later, when she had some spare time in her afternoon, she took a shuttle over to the Sagittarian liner where Maya and Isis lived. The woman was still teaching, and Roslin found her in a stateroom full of the ship's children, giving a math lesson.

"I just wanted to visit," Laura whispered to the younger woman as she came into the room. "Don't let me interrupt." Maya smiled, turning her attention back to her class. Roslin slipped to the back, where Isis was quietly playing by herself with a tower of blocks.

"Hello, sweetie," she told the little girl.

"Hi."

Her life here was so normal, and so much better than many among the fleet. Yet it was all fake. Before boarding a shuttle on Colonial One, Roslin had decided that she had a way of clearing her conscience – if she knew that Isis had no recollection of the other life she'd so briefly lived, then leaving her with her new mother would obviously be the right choice.

"Can you look at something for me?" she quietly asked the child, and pulled a small picture out of her pocket. "Do you know who this is? Have you ever seen her before?"

Isis slowly got up from her blocks and looked at the photo of her mother – her real mother. She smiled as she nodded at Roslin. "You have?"

"When I sleeping," the toddler explained. "See her."

"You dream about her?" Laura asked. She received another nod.

"She loves me."

Roslin decided in that moment that her visit to the Sagittarian Liner never happened.

TBC...