White room. The room she's had so many dreams in many times before. Kara's blond hair flowed over her shoulders as she listened to the melody. The blond haired, blue eyed man before her. His fingers gently touched the keys, almost as if they were floating over them. Kara sat on the stool next to him, allowing him to instruct her on what to do.
"Very good, Kara." His voice was gentle, mellow. It always relaxed her when she was a small girl. It's why she would listen to his recordings long after he left. Her homelife was less than acceptable. "You're alone no longer," his voice sounded certain. However, she didn't know what he was talking about. Not in the least.
She never spoke in these memories. Memories or dreams? Did it really matter anymore?
Bill sits at his desk, writing instrument in her hand. He isn't sure any of this is necessary anymore, but he'll continue for his people. He sighs softly, picking his head up when he notices his partner begin to stir. It causes him to smile, knowing she was going to see his desk light on.
"Why don't you come to bed?" Laura stretches out a little, rubbing her hand next to her, indicating the empty place is where she wants him to be.
"It's still early. You and the girl were just tired." He huffs a soft chuckle to himself, "Need something to drink or eat?"
"I don't have an appetite." She sighs before glancing over toward her daughter asleep on the sofa, "I really can't believe you found her."
Bill knew she would love it, "It was worth a shot. Everyone should have family nearby if they're able to, nowadays." He sets his papers aside, watching as she rises from the cot to move over near him, taking a seat on his lap. "She's an incredibly successful young woman. Saul was saying she infiltrated the New Caprican police, but stayed away from the suicide bombing aspect. She just dismantled what she could."
"You asked him about her?" Laura leans into his arms, her frame smaller due to her body mass wasting away from disease, "I probably encountered her many times and didn't realize it."
"Possibly." He gently rubs her arm, "but you didn't know."
"Canceron." She smiles softly, "The hint of an accent amuses me...especially from a child that came from me."
"Like paradise everyday," Bill teases. They do this sometimes. He holds her, whether it be in bed, on the sofa, or on this desk chair, "Combat and covert operations expert, model academy student, no arrests...she's a well rounded individual."
"I'm incredibly thankful to the Tejera family for caring for her." Laura leans her face up, gently kissing his jaw, "I'm curious as to what happened to the Professor though. We were very close and...she actually had a huge impact on me. Besides adopting my daughter."
"Well, ask her tomorrow if you'd like." He softly kisses her scalp, "You have a lot to catch up on."
Erica glanced down toward her hands. A child's hands. She was a child again. However, this was a room she wasn't familiar with. Music she wasn't familiar with was playing. However, there was something about the melody that struck something within her. Something very good.
She didn't know the man at the piano, nor did she know the girl sitting next to him. She felt like she should, though. Like they were, somehow, still familiar. She couldn't speak, nor did she know if she needed to in the first place. The child spun, needing to contribute in some way to the efforts of these two before her.
Kara opens her eyes, not realizing she dozed off next to her husband within the Sick Bay. She clears her throat, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth.
"Starbuck." Cottle offers her a soft smile, doing his usual rounds. He likes to do this most days. Checking on patients that weren't absolute emergencies was a relaxing change of pace for him, "Been getting enough sleep? That's the second day in a row that you've dozed off like that." He begins to check his vitals, looking for any signs of reaction when he touches various parts of Samuel Anders' skin.
"No more or less than I usually do." She shrugs, "Weird dreams lately, but...no more weird than usual."
He nods, taking a drag of the cigarette between his lips before setting it within the ashtray that seemed to be stationed at every bed table. "If you need something, let me know. I can help you. However, you shouldn't be sleeping here. You're going to end up hurting your back."
"Very true, Doc. Thanks." Kara smiles towards him.
The white room. Again. Kara sat next to her father, playing the piano with him. Her fingers nimble on the keys as she made him proud with her proficiency.
"Baby. You need to find me." The man nodded, the music becoming more and more suspenseful as he continued, "Find me and you find the truth. You're not alone, baby." It was a simple nickname, but something he had always called her. He grinned toward her, turning slightly to see the auburn haired girl dancing behind them. "See her, find her. She will look too."
Kara shook her head, only just a little girl. She didn't understand, or maybe she did, but she didn't necessarily want to. Her gaze followed that of her father. "Who is she?"
"Find me." Dreillide Thrace instructed again, "Find the answers of which you seek."
Erica quickly sits up on the sofa that she was resting, out of breath. She places her hand on her chest. She absolutely doesn't understand that one, but a melody plays softly in the back of her head. Something simple, but beautiful. The others in the room, her mother and the woman's partner, rest on the cot against the wall of the room. She looks down at the sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, figuring it's good enough to walk about the ship in this late at night. She's done worse, that's for sure. The melody, she needs to find the source.
