"Come now, little fish. Paddle your hands." James Tejera held his daughter's waist as he attempted to teach her to swim in the University pool, "Kick your feet."
"I do it, Da!" A toddler aged Erica called out, trying to do what was told.
Lynn sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling into the water, camera in her hands, "You're doing a great job, baby."
"My little fish." The toddler called out excitedly.
"She's beautiful when she sleeps, isn't she?" Bill Adama stanes over the President's sleeping form, believing the young woman in the sitting area was simply reading.
Erica jumps slightly, having dozed off herself, "Yes, sir." She yawns, book falling onto the floor from her hands. "Sorry." She picks it up, "This is a classic. I'm a bit partial to the mysteries. Haven't read a book in a long time."
He nods, "You alright?"
"Yes, sir. I just...tucked her in not too long ago. I think. What time is it?"
"Nearly twenty-two-hundred." Bill turns toward the younger woman, "You'll stay here tonight. Your quarters aren't quite ready yet."
"Sir, though I appreciate the gesture, you really don't need to give me personal quarters. I'm sure there's another family much better suited for it." Erica shakes her head, "Just point me in the direction of the marines' cabin."
"Nonsense." He shakes his head, moving closer toward the seating area, "How have the two of you been getting on?"
"Fine, I guess." She shrugs, "I mean, there's a lot of questions between us. A lot of figuring out who we could have possibly been and what we actually are...or were. We talk about New Caprica a lot. We probably passed one another about a hundred times there and didn't know one thing or another. I was just a soldier and she was just our leader. It was nice, but...it's still fascinates me."
Bill offers her a soft smirk, "I'm glad she isn't..." He pauses, attempting to find the right words, "I'm glad I'm not the only one she has to depend on. I mean, my son Lee and Kara Thrace check in on her from time to time, but...they aren't family. You are. Though you weren't raised that way, you were born that way. She gave birth to you and gave you a better life, it's incredibly kind of you to help her with the end of her's."
"I didn't have much of a say so in the matter," Erica shrugs, running a hand through her hair, "I'd have done it anyway, but...I would have liked the choice...I would have liked more time."
"Don't worry. She'll fight this...like crazy. I'm sure she'll throw a power play." He references the usual term used in Pyramid, eliciting a chuckle from the young woman before him.
"I'm not cold." The girl stared toward the sky, her chin trembled. All of nine-years-old. A gouge into her head and she wasn't able to feel much of anything. Just, completely numb. "Not cold." She mumbled again.
"What's your name?" The police officer spoke into the radio located on his shoulder, "I need a medic." He gave the area around, no exact address, something off the path entirely. He turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, "Hey. What's your name?" He tried again, knowing she was probably in shock at best.
"I..." She shook her head, "I'm not cold." She felt like she couldn't move, like she could try, but it might hurt too much.
"I know. I'm not doing anything to make you not cold." He could tell she was in shock, "Do you know how old you are?"
"Very old." Erica mumbled, "Need Mama." Tears began to form in her eyes, "I need my Mama."
"Okay. I'll find her. Don't worry." The officer picked his head up, seeing the other woman partially ejected. He moved over toward her, pulling her from the spectacular wreckage. No pulse. No signs of life. Eyes open. He sighed disappointedly. "Poor kid." He whispered to himself before looking for any type of identification within the incredibly smashed car, "Shit." He kept his voice as quiet as possible. This was all so much.
Kara Thrace jogs on the treadmill. She does this to calm her nerves. Clear her head.
"You know, if I didn't know you, I'd think you were purposely ignoring me." Lee Adama pushes his legs up on the standing lift, "I don't think you're ignoring me. At least, I'd hope not."
She turns her head finally, jumping to the sides of the treadmill as she gets it to stop. "Sorry, princess. Did I hurt your ego?" She shrugs, "I didn't see you."
He smirks, amused, "How long you been here?"
"I don't know. Few hours, maybe." Kara sighs, moving closer to his work out area, "I just been feeling weird lately. Between visiting Sam and...doing what needs to be done for the Admiral and whatnot, I just...feel weird. I can't explain it."
Lee nods slowly, "Sleeping alright?"
"Fine, I guess." She looks down toward, "I've been thinking a lot of my Dad recently and I'm not really sure why. I mean, I love him. I love my father and he played a huge roll in my life, but...since I left Caprica, I haven't really...thought of him. I've even been listening to his music recordings."
"They're great pieces of art...those recordings." He offers, "You're lucky to have them."
"I know." Kara gives a soft smile, "I've been playing them for Sam..." She sighs, "I don't expect him to wake up, but...I know he can hear it. Hopefully he enjoys it."
"He absolutely enjoys it, Kara. He loves you and anything associated with you." Lee nods, "Just make sure you take care of yourself too. Alright?" He finally sits up, finished with the machine, "You're important to people other than Sam."
She rolls her eyes, "Save it." Kara walks away from him, heading towards the showers. She pauses, feeling the odd emotion or pull that she has for a few days. Maybe she'll follow it tonight. Maybe.
