Kara Thrace sits at the piano within the confines of the noisy bar, only able to hear the melody coming from the instrument that no one was playing. She smiles to herself, taking a seat at the stool. She places her hands onto the keys, for some reason, knowing exactly how and what to play.
Erica stops when she notices the woman starting to play. This was her dream recreating itself. She tilts her head to the side before stepping closer to her.
"Take a picture, it will last longer." She can tell she's being watched, but when the feeling doesn't stop, she turns, seeing the young woman from the dream before her. There was no question that this is exactly that.
"I don't need to when I keep living it."
Starbuck stands from the seat, "Who are you?" Her voice hushed, knowing she needs to know this young woman.
"Gaia." The young woman nods toward her, "and this is really freaking me the frak out."
"Ditto." The blonde outstretches her hand, "You know my father?"
Gaia shakes her head, taking hold of the other woman's hand and offering her a solid handshake, "But I think he may be my father too."
Starbuck examines the young woman's face, doing a once over, "You look like Laura Roslin."
"She's my mother, so yeah." The young woman swallows, "What does this mean? What do the dreams mean?"
Kara shrugs, "I think we may need to find a place to talk about this." She glances around, "Too many ears here, if you know what I mean. I think I have just the place." She grabs the other woman's arm as she power walks past her. Sister. She knows exactly who this young woman is and she believes the other woman knows as well. At least, she hopes she does.
"Gaia, let's go." Saul Tigh chewed on the hand rolled cigarette as he went over plans for the New Caprican Police building. "You enter here, there's usually two guys guarding here-"
"Why are you even worried about this?" Gaia shook her head, "Have I ever made you question me before?"
"This one is different. This is more dangerous. Usually I tell my guys to go in and push the button, but you're stealing documents and names for us. This is...You could be killed at any time and it isn't because of a bomb strapped to your chest."
"No, it could be the pill in my pocket instead." She folded her arms, "You need to trust me, Colonel. You need to trust all of us."
"Well, I can't do that. You know why. I can't risk it."
"Your wife puts things in your head." Gaia answered honestly, shaking her head, "You deserve better. Don't look at me for it, but...still better." She knew there could be a chance that she'd offend the man before her, but she didn't care. She'd been through too much.
Starbuck steps about the room, securing each door. Only a simple supply room, this space was perfect. A nervous air about her.
Gaia folds her arms, staring blankly ahead. Letting the woman do as she pleases, "I still hear the music." Her tone quiet, nervous, "Do you hear the music?"
The blonde finally turns near the other woman, "Yeah." She whispers, her eyes filling with tears, but she manages to keep them unshed, "I don't...I don't get it."
"Yeah, you do." She swallows, meeting her the eye of the woman before her, "We're sisters and our dear old Dad is a cylon." Erica clears her throat, "I know it. I don't like it, but I know it. I...it's the only explanation."
"You say that so simply. 'It's the only way.'. Frak you, man. I don't even know you." Kara swallows, "Besides, I don't even think cylons have been around that long or able to-"
"We know they have. That was the thirteenth tribe. We know, Starbuck." Erica absently runs a hand through her hair, "We know they've been here so much longer than we originally thought. That maybe the gods spoke to them directly. We went to their world. I was on my ship when they investigated, but...we know they were here for as long as we were." She swallows, then clears her throat, "We need to find a cylon we can trust that would know-"
"The only one that remembers anything about that life is Ellen Tigh." Her tone low, making it clear she isn't thrilled, "She's the only one that could answer any...any questions we might have."
"I worked with the Colonel during our time on New Caprica. I'm sure he'd be willing to help out."
Starbuck just stares at the woman near her, "And then what?"
"I need to..." Gaia shrugs, "I'll see about talking to him and then I'll go and talk to the President about things."
"He likes to drink."
"As luck would have it, so do I." Erica walks away from the other woman, opening the door that had previously been bolted.
Starbuck sat at the side of the President's hospital bed, her arms folded with her feet up on the side rail. "I figured I'd come and visit...since Sam is just over there." She motioned with a nod of her head.
"Thank you, Lieutenant Thrace." Laura smiled weakly toward her, "How is he?"
"Still no real change." The blonde shrugged, "I mean...I guess that's a good thing. No news is good news sometimes." She cleared her throat, "Isn't that what they say?"
The older woman nodded slowly, "I look around here...and I realize, as I wear this gown and this headwrap, that this is the place where I'm going to die. Like...right here, in this bed. Maybe the Admiral will be here too, maybe." She knew he would, but still liked to seem discreet about the relationship, "I want you to know something, Kara." She doesn't often use the woman's first name, "I want you to know that your friendship, though shaky at times, has meant the world to me."
Kara could feel the sting of tears in her eyes, but she chose not to acknowledge them, "You really shouldn't talk like that, ma'am."
"I mean it. I'm just a realist." Laura nodded slowly, "It's something that, though I'm not necessarily thrilled with, I know is going to happen. Therefore, I just want to make sure you all know what you mean to me before then."
"I don't do feelings." Starbuck teased, reaching over to gently squeeze the woman's hand, "Ditto, ma'am."
Bill holds onto his partner, slowly awakening. He notices the sofa was empty and the young woman was nowhere to be found within the room. He sighs softly, hoping she didn't run. Gently, he kisses the top of the woman's head as he climbs over her, pulling on a robe nearby.
Laura stretches, instantly awakened as he climbed over her. She watches him, a smirk on her face, "Make me a cup of tea as well, please."
"Of course." He leans down, kissing the woman on the lips tenderly, "How did you sleep?"
"Better than I ever have." She folds her arms behind her head, looking over to see the sofa empty, "Where did she go?"
Bill shrugs, "If she tries to run, she isn't getting very far."
"How can you be so sure?" A sense of panic in the woman's voice as she slowly pushes herself to sit up on the cot, "She can be anywhere, Bill."
"I, discreetly, gave orders to Colonel Tigh to inform Lee about her. Making her existance public knowledge first thing in the morning. 0800 to be exact." He's smiles to her, amused with himself, "Her photo and identity will be all over this place...probably already is. We slept in."
"Reporters are going to want to talk." Laura folds her arms over her chest, "I thought you hated the press."
"I usually do, but this was the only way I could make certain that she wouldn't be able to get too far around this place. Everyone will know her. If her face is common knowledge, she can't hide."
"Gods, you're brilliant." She purrs, reaching a hand out toward him.
Bill leans down to her eagerly, capturing her lips with his own again, "You have absolutely nothing to fear, my love."
