Erica holds onto her husband's arm as they enter her personal quarters for the first time. Her surgery making her incredibly sore, so she walks with a slight limp, "Can you believe this is actually ours?"

"Not as nice as our place on New Caprica, but it will do." Simon teases, "Cottle sent home some stuff with you. Said to space it out for maximum effect if you start feeling...not-so-good." He helps her over to the sofa within the room, aiding her to sit.

"How is the President?" Her voice hitches, it's obvious she's in pain, but she isn't about to say anything about it. "No one will tell me anything and...it's frakking me up."

He shakes his head a little, "I don't know anything. I'm sorry. I assume she's okay. No news is good news."

Erica nods a little, "Why didn't you just...I should be at her bedside, Simon."

"Love, you've been on the go since you got here. I keep hearing stuff about you on the news...about you going to see Baltar...I turn it off when they mention that frakker though." He sighs, "You just had surgery a day ago and you need to rest. They will come for you if anything changes."

Erica takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it, "I don't like it, but you're right." SHe shrugs, "You're always right."

"I know." Simon teases again, smiling to her as he takes a seat next to her, "Feel okay?"

"Yeah." She answers softly, "It isn't about me anymore though. I serve something greater than myself-"

"You always have."

"-and I have a responsibility..." Erica pauses, "What?"

"You served the marines. You served the Resistance. Then, the marines again...and now the President?" Simon shrugs, "Why not serve yourself for once?"

She stares at him for a moment, knowing exactly what he meant. Gaia chuckles to herself, almost sadly, "Over the last few days, I've come to realize that I was never meant to serve myself. I was born to serve others...to serve a higher purpose."

He had a feeling she would say that, "Love, you were born to be you. You were born to be my partner in life. Someday, you'll even have been born to birth our next generation."

"Honestly, Simon...I don't think I will ever get that far." Gaia meets his eyes, a disappointed expression dons her face. "I don't think my callsign was a joke or a mistake anymore. I think it was the beginning of the end."

Hera Agathon watched the movements of everyone within this opera house. Grand structure made of marble and gold accents. So many people coming together, she smiles toward the two younger women. Newer women. Daddy's friend and a marine. She must find them.

Laura sits up in bed more, clearing her throat. She glances over, noticing her partner with his nose in the book they were supposed to be reading together, "Skipping ahead without me, I see."

The woman's voice causes him to nearly jump. Bill offers her a guilty smile, "I'd have gone back for you." Standing, he attempts to prop the head of the bed up. "Your color is coming back already."

She raises her eyebrows, placing a hand on his forearm, "What do you mean by 'already'?" She quickly takes stock of her general bodily consciousness, "I feel...better." She nearly whispers.

"Gaia did you a favor." He won't go into it more, instead turning on the radio at the foot of her bed. The sound of praise from Gaius Baltar fill the space, praise in her name. Another mother of the 'Children of God'.

Laura shakes her head, "I need my daughter. Where is Erica?"

"I don't know if Cottle-'

"Bill, I don't give a frak." She carefully swings her legs over the side of the bed, "Ishay." She calls out, telling the girl to remove her lines from her arms.

Lynne Ishay sighs, looking to the President, "Ma'am, the doctor has not cleared you to leave and you're on special watch." She places her hands on her hips, "I ask you, ma'am, to please sit back and relax."

Laura meets the eye of the young medic in front of her, "If you don't begin to remove these lines in three seconds-"

"No threatening my staff, young lady." Cottle scowls from behind her. "I will remove them myself, but you will return if you start to feel poorly..Do you hear me?"

The President nods, the expression on her face demonstrates pure worry. She glances to Bill, who simply stands to the side. Her free hand reaches out toward him, squeezing gently once he takes hold." I didn't know."

"I know." Bill responds softly, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the knuckles softly. "No one would have known they were around for so long." He shakes his head slowly. "No one is angry with you."

"No getting yourself too excited." Cottle places gauze pads on each port location. "Be careful and don't overexert yourself...Gaia needs to take it easy too. Make sure you tell her." He finishes, reaching over to turn off the radio. "Don't let Baltar-"

"She got it, Doctor." The Admiral smiles to the man, offering his partner her light blue button down blouse that she often kept in the bedside table whenever she came into this place. It was a habit of her's, just in case.

Laura pushes her arms into the sleeves, "I will do my very best, Doctor Cottle."

The white haired doctor nods, "I'm really glad Gaia came through, ma'am." He offers a gentle smirk, "I'll be honest, I'd have been pretty...lost without you around, young lady."

Laura nods to the man, "Thank you, Doctor." She places her hand over her heart in appreciation.

White room. Two small girls sit opposite one another. Both with the minds of grown women. They understand who one another is as well.

The man at the piano continued playing, his fingers flying over the keys.

Kara glanced down to her hands, flexing her tiny fingers. She stood, moving over to him, "Why...why are we here?"

The Seven model cylon, as they have come to know, looks down to her, "Why not?" He smiled a little, "I can only do so much. The two of you are able to use your tools as well."

"Tools?" She shook her head a little.

"Cylon tools." Erica mumbled, meeting the man's eyes for once.

The Seven tapped the side of his nose with his finger, signalling that she was correct. "Coming here...when here doesn't exist. All of it...a tool."

Kara looked to her hands again, "I'm the age I was when you left." She blinked slowly, "Mom...got pretty heavy into liquor then...and I was suddenly the focus of her problems instead of you."

"I'm sorry." Seven licked his lips.

"I'm-" Erica shrugged, "Her's made sense, mine...I never got to meet you in the first place."

"No?" He hummed a chuckle, "I've always been there. I always will."

Simon answers the door, motioning for his wife to stay seated. His eyes widen slightly, "Madam President, Admiral Adama."

"You must be Simon." Laura offers her hand, "I've heard a great deal about you over the past few days." She steps past the man.

"I couldn't keep her down." Bill offers to the couple before him.

Erica grins at her husband's surprised expression, "Madam President, you should really not be up yet."

"And you shouldn't have gone to Baltar." Laura gives her a serious look.

Gaia notices the Admiral and her husband leave and close the door behind themselves. She lets the woman sit next to her and hold her closely. "I did what needed to be done. Doc couldn't figure the notes from when they did the procedure before."

"You did not need to do anything."

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I could do something and just didn't." The younger woman swallows, "Do you honestly think I give a frak about Gaius Baltar broadcasting the only child of the President is a cylon's kid too when I knew that it would save your life?"

"The gods-"

"The gods told the Admiral to come and get me. The gods willed me to be here to save your life. The gods made it so that I would be able to." Erica attempts, obviously becoming more and more upset, "I am thankful for it all."

"Lee said something that made a lot of sense. We kept thinking our salvation was with a planet...with a place called Earth. However, Earth was never meant to be a place." Laura offers a smile, "It was you. It was always you."

"Nah." The younger tattooed woman blushes from the flattery, "We're going to find a place...somewhere ten times better than shitty New Caprica. This time, you're going to see it all."

"I was at a point in my life where I had come to terms with my death. Everything was set in place. I made peace with the people currently in my life. I even came to terms with past events and those long gone." She shakes her head, "It's a great gift that you've rewarded me...one I don't deserve."

"Maybe I didn't do it for you." Erica responds softly, "it's been a long time since I've had my mother in my life. She was so amazing. So incredibly loving-"

Laura nods slowly, "All true."

"I survived and she did not." The younger woman swallows, "And just like that, my life changed. I know your life was similar."

"It was."

"And now I...I have someone not only to...to confide in and grow with...it's you and you know what I'm talking about." Erica rambles slightly, overjoyed at the prospect, "All these years that I've needed a mother and now...here you are, and I get to see where my eyes come from and why I always feel the need to serve others long before I serve myself. So...while it seems like I did this for you...it was for me."

Laura nods a little, tears in her eyes, "I'm glad you did. I want to grow to know you too." She gently wraps her arm around the young woman, "I'm sorry you've been uprooted again."

Gaia shrugs, "Life was...boring on Celestra. Monotonous. Day in and day out. I'd train others or work out...for what, I don't know. This is just a new adventure."

"So...you'll stick around?" The President gently runs her hand through her daughter's hair.

Erica smiles sweetly, "You won't be able to get rid of me."