Anger. Anger so intense, so overwhelming it feels like it could tear apart space and time itself. Rage focused on one person, one thought; betrayal. It was all contained inside one person. Admiral Adama.

The anger, rage and the ever-powerful sense of betrayal consumed this man. What Laura had done had injured the old man's heart? To tear apart his soul and throw it back in his face. Oh, how he loved Laura but the baby inside her was a different story. Could he ever love it, care for it, hold it? Be the father that he should have been? How could he if it wasn't his?

Could he ever forgive Laura? Could forgiving her repair the damage to his broken soul? Could taking her back fix the mistakes of the past? All these thoughts whirled through the Admiral's mid as he sat in the back of the Raptor; hands clenched at his sides, watching the looming but familiar shape of Galactica get ever closer.

Two Months Later

Lieutenant Dualla knew something was up with her husband. She knew their marriage was far from perfect but the way Lee had behaving these last few months was devastating to her.

First, the exodus from New Caprica brought back the competition of Starbuck, someone she knew she could never beat for Lee's love and attention.

Then began the mysterious behaviour after the celebration of 'putting the family back together'. Secretive guilty looks. The refusal to sleep in their bed at night. Constant off ship visits. Refusing to look her in the eye. Things were starting to get out of hand but nothing even compared to what she found in the top draw of his desk.

Vice President Tom Zarek sat quietly during one of the numerous Quorum meetings, eyes carefully watching the President. Despite what she said that night, he still cared. Cared enough to still want her. To watch every step she took, every word she said just to feel that connection to her.

Laura was always there in the back of his mind, torturing him. Teasing him with the knowledge that he wanted what he could never have. The possibility of the fatherhood would mean he could get closer to her; get under her skin enough for her, not to love him but accept him, drove him nearly mad.

Everything she did seemed to confirm that she wanted him. Every flick of hair and wisp of a smile sent a tingling through his body. She never made the move though except that one night. She may want him but she would never love him.

Probably too afraid of what the press would think of it, he thought.

There was no way that she would give up her passion; her job for him no matter how much she wanted him. It was lust and nothing more.

'However, that may just change when she starts to show. The press would be out of control. They might just force her to marry the father, if she knows who it is by then,' he laughed at the thought. Of course, she knew who it would be; the baby would be his.



Laura sat in the cold, hard bed, dressed in the flimsy material of the Sickbay's dressing gown, waiting for Doctor Cottle to finish the examination of the tiny life inside her. She was all alone. No man was brave enough to be there. Besides the only man she wanted there, treated her as if she did not exist.

"Growth seems well. Be awhile before I can determine the sex and uh, the father. But if you want Madam President I could do a procedure to at least narrow down the possible family," Cottle gruffly said, knowing of how the potential fathers were. He would do anything to help Laura right now.

"That sounds great. When can it be done? Can I please have the photo?" Laura replied, fixing her gown to cover her growing abdomen.

"Next week at the earliest. You do know that it would knock either Zarek out of the running or the Adamas. You still want to send them all a copy of the sonogram?"Handing over the black and white photo of the little foetus. She had already bonded with it.

"Yes I do realise this but its time to face the music. One of them is going to have to look after this baby when it comes. Better to find out sooner to help prepare them for it. Yes, send them the photo; they might as well get to know what their potential child looks like."

Laura quickly got out of bed and left. You have to admire someone with spirit like that. Still strong after all the pain she has been through. The Admiral had better pull his head in soon or he will lose the best thing he has.

Dee was furious. Sure, she broke the trust that Lee had in her but by the look of the sonogram in her hand he did so first.

How could have done this to her? Not only cheat on her but also get her pregnant. There was only one person it could be. Starbuck and now Dee wanted revenge.

Major Lee Adama stood on the deck watching the Vipers come in from a training exercise. Starbuck jumped out of the closest Viper, her feet barely touching the ground before a voice yelled out.

"Starbuck!"

Starbuck turned to the person. There stood Lieutenant Dualla with an angry scowl on her face, hands clenched by her sides.

"Starbuck, should you be actually flying in your condition. I am sure that isn't doing good for my husband's child you're carrying," came the cold, hard voice of Dee. Her words dripped with hate and loathing.

"What are you frakking talking about, Dualla. I'm sure as hell not pregnant and no frakking way it would be Lee's," replied Starbuck. Lee and her had finished that up months ago.

"Then how do you explain this? I found this in Lee's desk draw."She held up the black and white sonogram of Laura's baby to her face. "It certainly isn't mine."