"Why didn't you tell me that I was one of them?" The reddened eyes of Gaia gaze down upon her, obvious that she probably woke up crying from a nap after her outburst in the CIC.

"One of whom, Sweetheart?" Today hasn't been a very good day for one Laura Roslin. Her body violently rejecting this particular round of chemotherapy. She continues for Bill though, if only to spend another day. Her eyes squint toward the young woman before her.

Erica slowly sinks, sitting on the bed at her mother's side. "I can feel them calling to me. He...he forces me to have visions. We play the piano together." Her head shakes negatively, "I'm not the only one there and he looks so familiar...and I don't know why."

The older woman blinks slowly, attempting to piece together exactly what is being said. "The man I knew, your father, was the most loving and creative man I have ever met. The Admiral...is in a different league."

"My father, did he ever mention having other children?"

"Never came up." The President groans as she attempts to adjust her posture within the confines of the bed, "Erica, I'm...I'm incredibly sorry, but could you please get Doctor Cottle for me?"

The request seems to snap Erica out of her well of self pity and discovery, forcing her to be more aware of the present. "Yeah, of course." The young woman swallows as she turns, breaking out into a jog to search for the man.

"No running in my Sick Bay." Cottle calls out, as loudly as one can with a cigarette wedged in the corner of his mouth. "What is the rush, Gaia?" He realizes quickly who it is.

"My mother needs you." For some reason, she was incredibly reluctant to call her that. Unsure if it was because the woman didn't have much longer in this world and she didn't want to become too attached, or out of some dignified respect for the woman who raised her.

Cottle quickly follows the young woman back to the President's bedside, knowing the only thing that would calm Laura was to sedate her and make her comfortable. "Gaia, my office, please."

Erica starts to shake her head again, "I don't want to leave her."

"In that case, I'm pulling rank. I said my office, marine." He nearly barks, watching as she does as commanded of her. He does what he can for the President before retreating to the aforementioned room, "Gaia, listen."

"Major." She responds bitterly, "Is she okay...or am I not allowed to ask-"

"Hey." Cottle scowls slightly, "I know how it is-"

"No, Doc, I don't think you do." Erica does her best not to start crying again. She was the enemy, or at least half of her was. "I don't know how much more I could possibly handle. My biological mother is none other than President Laura Roslin, who happens to be slipping from this plane of existence at an exceptional pace, and my father is-" She pauses herself, not wanting to say too much.

"A cylon." He answers confidently, already knowing the true cause of her distress, "I know."

The young woman stares a the older man before her, "How...Why would you already know something like that?"

"The blood tests I ran when you got here." Cottle sighs softly, "Gaia, I think she only, maybe, has a few days left...at most."

Erica begins to shake her head gently, "Don't tell me that."

"No, kid, listen." I do need to tell you that because I think you can save her life." The old man watches her intently, the room falling silent for a moment as they both let it sink in, "We did it before Hera Agathon was born. Only problem is, I can only go off of Baltar's notes and I highly doubt she would let him do much of anything for her anymore."

"She will if she doesn't know about it." Gaia gives him a mischievous look that reminds him a great deal of her mother, "I will go and talk to him."

"You need to take backup." Cottle nods, "And wear civvies. We aren't going to tell your mother about any of this until all is said and done...if then."

Hera Agathon jogged through the halls of an opera house. Knowing she was looking for someone, but unsure of exactly whom. This time was different from all the other times though. Hera glanced to her surroundings, seeing two other young women near her. The blonde was one of her parents' friends, but the auburn haired one seemed incredibly familiar to her. "Sisters." Hera said quietly to herself, "My sisters."

Ellen Tigh smokes a cigarette within her husband's quarters, "Can you believe that? The school teacher had a kid."

Saul glances up from his desk, "Did you want to see her service picture? It's slow moving, but it was released this morning." He holds out the young woman's military personnel file. "Nothing you can't find out by listening to the news in there."

The blonde eagerly takes the folder from her husband, "Twenty-six years old. Born on Caprica, raised on Canceron." She reads through, slowly removing the paper clip holding a photo in place. " She's pretty."

"You say that like you didn't expect it."

"I didn't." Ellen shrugs, "Baltar seems taken with her."

Saul rolls his eyes, "I can't believe you listen to that garbage." He makes some notes in a file, "You know he just lies over and over."

She smiles softly toward him, "He knows what he's talking about. I've experienced half of that stuff he talks about. You have as well...you choose not to listen or accept it."

"Because I know he only pedals that bullshit to get women and money. Smart man in that respect...and only that respect. Otherwise, frak him."

"I almost did once...at a bar, but that was a long time ago. " Ellen smirks, knowing the thought pisses him off. She moves to change the subject, "Do you remember when we created Daniel?"

Saul sighs, "Who the frak is Daniel, Ellen?"

"He was our son." She focuses on her husband, knowing he wasn't expecting that. "We created him in a lab and-"

"Don't talk to me about-"

"You are a cylon, Saul. Just like me, just like the one you frakked." Ellen folds her arms, "Daniel was beautiful. Musically inclined, not because he was programmed as such, but because it just came naturally to him. Same with painting." She pauses a moment, "We weren't able to conceive naturally and...we decided to create a couple children for ourselves. We made Daniel. He had your eyes and my nose. He was perfect."

"What happened to him?" Saul continues to grieve for his lost son, Liam, that he was able to create with Caprica Six. He knows he probably always will.

She can feel the sting of tears begin to form within her eyes, "Cavil poisoned the line." She nods slowly, "He was jealous of the attention we gave to Daniel and he poisoned the line." She repeats, "I always felt, though, that a few sleepers that were unaware of their bloodline may have escaped to other colonies. Without access to the datastream, he would be fine."

The one eyed man nods slowly, "Do you think one got off the planets?"

She stares at him for a moment in thought, "I suppose."

Laura pressed her lips against his, a glow about her as she straddled his hips, "You know, I've waited for this day for an incredibly long time."

"Not nearly as long as I have, I bet." Bill's hands gently stroked the nude skin of her waist, "And I ask myself how I've gotten so lucky."

She hummed softly, "I'm the lucky one."

"Prove it." He teased her, his hands gliding to her hips, rolling yet somehow managing to stay on the twin cot, "Better yet, I will."

"I'm Lee Adama." The former pilot turned public service aid, offers his hand toward the young woman before him.

Erica furrows her brow slightly, "When Doc Cottle said he had someone in mind to escort me to Baltar's chamber of many horrors, I didn't think he'd give me the Admiral's son."

"Think I can't shoot a blaster?"

"I think you should have more common sense than to fire a weapon in a room full of people." She takes his hand in response, "Nice meeting you, Lee."

"Same with you, Erica." Lee nods slowly, "Is that the President's blouse?" He motions to the burgundy dress shirt and dark gray slacks she dons, "Pants too?"

Erica nods, "I only have issued civvies. Since the Admiral is hellbent on me not doing as I was trained to do, and instead has me working as a wet nurse for a mother I barely know," Emotions high with the young woman after discovering many things about herself in only a few days, "I was rather ill equipped."

He shrugs, "Not like she's using them at the moment."

"Yeah." She sighs softly, "Sorry."

Lee puts his hand up in resignation, "It's okay, you need to let things out too."

Erica nods slowly, "So, do you know how to get to Blatar's...lair?" I mean, you were his savior. I'd imagine you would."

Lee acknowledges the gentle jab at him. He deserves that, "This way." He leads, yet walks next to her, "So, tell me about yourself."

"I know you've read my file. You already know everything there is to know." She shrugs, "I know I haven't been able to contact my husband since I got over here and I know he's head about me on the news."

"I can get you a shuttle, if you'd like."

"Your dad promised that, but...I can't see leaving the President." Erica's voice grows quiet, "I just want my husband close as well. I would like for them to meet."

"My parents only ever met two of my girlfriends. Which is totally fine by me." Lee smirks a little, "Mostly Mom. Dad was always away. I don't think either liked one another very much."

"Liked one another enough to have you, didn't they?" She waves her eyebrows slightly, "Sorry."

"You're right." Lee nods, "So, couple of things before we get in there." He stops, guards protecting the entrance with others looming about the halls. "He is going to try to play on your emotions. It's what he does to women."

Erica shrugs, "I was on my debate team in high school. I'm also very married and incredibly devoted to my husband. He will have to do a little better than some flirting to get me to crack." She meets the other man's eyes, "You know, I've never had a brother before."

"You don't have one now. Come on." He scowls playfully.