Six sat perched on the edge of a chair inside Baltar's office aboard Colonial One. She was watching as he slept, sprawled out on the huge sofa that still doubled as the President's bed. His movements were restless, yet his face retained some of the calm, self-assured cockiness that she recalled from their time together on Caprica. Back when he was supposed to be nothing more than a means to an end but she'd fallen in love with the mad genius anyway. She wondered what he was dreaming.

Lately it had become difficult to reconcile the man in her memories with the one he sometimes became. With the Cylon occupation of New Caprica, there were moments when he appeared poised on the brink of a complete mental break. Ironically enough, she felt as though she was the greatest catalyst towards this collapse. Her reassurances that he was not a Cylon hadn't had the soothing affect she'd imagined. He'd seemed downright distraught at the thought, but then she'd realized that she'd taken away his very last excuse for his actions since the bombs had begun to fall. It was how he'd managed to come to terms with himself for his role in the downfall of mankind. Since old Doc Cottle had eliminated any thoughts of there being a Cylon chip in his mind, controlling him, he'd come to the conclusion that he was an outright Cylon. Only in his mind, he was like that pregnant Sharon model on board the Galactica, intent on his own survival in the world of humans.

She recalled their conversation from that day when she'd first broken the news to him that he wasn't one of her kind. He'd started out a raving maniac with flecks of spittle building up in the corners of his mouth, giving her the impression of a rabid dog. But he calmed down eventually, and became as cold and calculating as she'd ever seen him.

"But how…if I'm…" he stumbled over his words. Six sat there watching him patiently, a questioning look on her face. "What I mean to say is, if I'm not a Cylon, then how could you have possibly been seeing me?"

"I don't know. A glitch perhaps, an anomaly of some sort, it helped me to get through the trauma of a rebirth into a world that was so different from the one in my memories. It's certainly nothing that God did intentionally. It just happened somehow, the same as your seeing me did."

"I'd thought that it….that perhaps…well, if it wasn't a microchip embedded in my brain…then maybe…perhaps…it was in my….in my programming."

"You're not a Cylon, Gaius," she reminded him softly, it didn't seem to have fully sunk in yet.

"Yes, yes…of course…not a Cylon. Silly of me to forget that little bit of information so soon I know. You're sure it…that your seeing me….that it wasn't part of some programming? That maybe it was done because the Cylons needed you to remember me?"

"It would have served no purpose Gaius. Once you'd handed me access to the defense system, your usefulness to the Cylon people ended. You were just another human after that. And my mission was complete."

"Then why…why would you have stayed? If you knew what was going to happen, I mean. That the bombs were going to fall, and…and….and, when they were going to fall precisely when. Why would you have chose stay on Caprica?" Baltar couldn't grasp the concept that someone would willingly stay behind to die when there was no reason for it, even if she wouldn't actually be dead. His own sense of self-preservation was too strong.

"I couldn't bring myself to leave. I felt as though I had to be here, that I needed to share it with you. On a certain level of consciousness I knew that my physical self would most likely be destroyed. But it didn't really matter; I'd be reborn into a new body. In a way, I guess I felt as though we would still be sharing our last moments together. I never thought you'd have survived, Gaius."

"Sharing our last moments together. That's a lovely sentiment, but not altogether accurate. I mean, whilst I most definitely could have died you've already pointed out you were looking at being reborn, regardless of what happened to me, so…….Not quite what I'd call sharing, not when they weren't precisely your last minutes. Would it have really mattered…would you have done something differently if you'd thought I would survive?"

"It was the sentiment behind the act that counted Gaius. An expression of the love I felt, that we'd both share in the destruction of our mortal bodies together. It didn't matter that I would be reborn; you would have lived on in my memories. I don't really think there was anything that I could have done differently."

"Yes, well…..I guess we'll never really know what might have been. So I suppose that that brings us to your reasoning for blowing up that nuclear warhead. Maybe that was your way to simultaneously alert the Cylons to our position and say 'Thank you Gaius for all your help.' All in one fell swoop. And despite everything I'd done for you. I really did do a lot for you, you know. And not just because you were standing over my shoulder, directing me what to do. Hardly that. I believe you were quite miffed, really, about the other you. The you in my head was…miffed that is." Baltar grew quiet for a moment, as if he realized the nonsensical way he was beginning to think, confusing the many Sixes that he'd crossed paths with in such a short time.

"That wasn't me Gaius, neither of them. I know you must understand that…."

"How do you know what I do and don't understand? I don't even know that! Imagine what it's been like for me, all this time. I've had to live with the knowledge that I alone was responsible for the destruction of mankind."

"Not entirely you alone."

"I'm the one who broke the rules and handed over top secret security information just to show off my connections and get in the pants of the most delicious woman I'd ever met! And afterwards, scrambling to survive and find a way off that planet. I would have sold my own mother for a way out…."

"I'm sure it was difficult for you Gaius, but you weren't supposed to live to suffer like that," she said quickly, cutting him off in mid-rant. He wasn't very happy about it.

"I'm so sorry I disappointed you by living."

"You don't seem to realize just how happy I was to walk onto this ship and see you sitting behind that desk alive. I wasn't even certain you were real, or if you were just in my head again."

"And that's supposed to ease my mind? I've been haunted by your face, your voice…..I've done things I'm not proud of…all for you. I've felt like such a puppet you know. As if I was being led around on all these little strings that you controlled. I finally found some solace in the idea that maybe nothing I'd done was really my fault, and you've even stripped that from me. I can't say that it was part of my Cylon programming, because according to you I don't have any!"

"This isn't getting us anywhere Gaius, and I need you to be thinking clearly, rationally if I'm going to be able to help you."

He stirred on the couch, his eyes fluttering into semi-awareness. She remained seated, watching him in silence.

"Is it you or is it the other you? The one from my mind back to haunt me?" he whispered, looking at her eyes.

"I'm here Gaius," she said, rising and moving closer, running a hand down his cheek in a soft caress.

"I can never be sure," he mumbled, pressing his cheek more firmly into her hand, his eyes closing wearily.

"Can't you feel it, I'm right here," she murmured, caressing his cheek once more.

"You've always been able to do that, even if nobody else could see you, I could still feel your touch."

Six was slowly becoming frustrated, afraid that the plans she had made with Sharon would have to be re-thought. As it stood now, there was no way that the Colonial President would be of any use helping to lead his people in uprising against their Cylon captors. She was going to have to start looking for another figurehead to lead the humans.

The Admiral stared through the viewing window of the cell, half-heartedly listening to one of the Marines guarding the prisoners drone on. He wasn't interested in the men; his attention was focused on the lone female, Sharon. It was risky, what he was planning, but possibly the only hope for mankind. At last he turned his full attention on the Marine at his side, catching his final words. "She keeps demanding on seeing Captain Agathon."

"The Captain hasn't been making his usual visits?"

"No, Sir."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Just the last few weeks, Sir, it seemed to have started right after we jumped from New Caprica."

"I'd like to speak with the prisoner now."

"Of course, Sir, the intercom….."

"Not on the damn phone, Son. I need to speak to her in person, alone."

"But, Sir," the Marine protested, "she's dangerous."

"Which is why I expect some of your men to be right outside that door, just in case."

"Yes, Sir. But I would like to say for the record that I don't like this, and I am only doing this under protest."

"Duly noted. Thank you."

From inside her cell, Sharon watched the exchange between the two men. Although she couldn't hear what was said, she could tell from the guard's agitated body language that whatever the old man had ordered he wasn't happy about. When three more of the soldiers entered the room, each of them much more heavily armed then what she was used to seeing, she knew she was about to have a visitor.

She felt warm, safe, but in an instant, it all ended. She came awake in a pool of liquid, surrounded by faces that were familiar yet strange all at the same time. She gasped for air, looking around her wildly, trying to remember who she was, where she was.

"It's all right now Gina," a female voice said soothingly from the foot of the tub.

'Gina.' The name triggered a memory; she was sitting naked on the floor, crying, and beside her sat a bomb. Another memory came to her. "Ga…Gaius?" she croaked out, as though she had never spoken before.

"Gaius?" the voice came again, this time questioningly. Gina strained to focus her eyes in the direction of the voice, at last making out the shape of a blonde woman. This time, it penetrated her head that the voice that was speaking to her sounded funny, sort of like Gaius' strangely accented speech, yet different.

"Where…where am I?" she managed to ask. Talking pained her, as though she'd never done it before.

"You're in the rebirthing chamber on a horrid little planet the humans like to call New Caprica," the voice said again. She was a blonde woman, Gina realized at last, with blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through her. Beside her stood another blonde woman, this one with hair so blonde it almost seemed white when the light shone on it just right. Gina looked around the tub again, this time taking in the faces around her, a taller blonde man in a ghastly shirt beside a short brown haired man in a suit. A tall black man, an older looking gray haired man, they all looked familiar to her, but she couldn't remember any of their names. She looked again at the tall woman with the white blonde hair and felt as though she were looking into a mirror.

In a rush, the memories came flooding back to her conscious mind. The time she'd spent as a spy aboard the Pegasus, and later as a prisoner. How she'd wished for death after the rapes and vicious beatings. It hadn't taken long before she'd reached a point where she had no longer cared if a Resurrection ship was near enough for a upload or not. Her memories came full circle and returned to the very first thought in her mind when she'd awakened from her long sleep. Gaius.

In her troubled mind, she thought of him as her savior. He'd treated her with kindness, telling her how she looked like the Cylon he'd loved. He was the reason she'd managed to escape her captivity and avenge herself on that bitch that had had her imprisoned, who'd allowed her to be subjected to the horrors she'd faced. He had also brought her the nuclear warhead. She remembered how they'd made love that one precious time. And then he'd left for some foolish election and she came to the conclusion that she had to make the ultimate sacrifice in order to alert her people.

Had he lived? "Gaius?" she asked again with more strength in her voice.

"Apparently she's acquainted with the humans' so-called leader," supplied Dorel, stepping forward.

"He…he supplied me with the bomb," she said.

"Indeed? I suppose there's really no end to the assistance he's provided our people," the little man smirked. "Whether he realizes it or not, of course."

Caprica Six took one last look at Baltar's sleeping form before slipping from the room. He spent more and more of his time asleep, as though he could no longer face the world and chose to sleep through his days instead.

She stood silently outside the door, surprised to see the head of the Workers' Union in a heated discussion with Cabinet Minister Gaeta. She caught the very end of it before they realized she was standing there.

"…in a position to keep us informed. Think about it Felix, that's all I ask."

Gaeta was the first to notice her standing there. With an almost imperceptible nod of his head in her direction he signaled the Chief that they were no longer alone. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Galen flashed him one last looke loaded with meaning, then quickly departed the ship.

"That was interesting," she murmured, stepping closer to his desk and leaning her hip against it. She'd taken to dressing like she'd done back on Caprica when she'd set out to seduce the security codes from Baltar. Try as he might, Gaeta couldn't help himself from looking. Six took note of that, and leaned forward, watching as his gaze moved towards her cleavage. "What does he want you to think about….Felix?"

He looked away from her, concentrating instead on the stacks of paper littering his desk. "Nothing much. He wants me to join his union." He picked up a paper, focusing his attention on that and studiously working to avoid looking at her, which made her smile. Like Gaius, he couldn't hide his attraction to her form, but unlike Gaius, he wouldn't allow himself to be led blindly by it.

"And what about your position to keep them informed? What exactly are you supposed to keep them informed of? Do they want you to spy on the Cylons, Felix?" she asked coyly.

He stilled briefly, and then looked up to meet her eyes. "He thinks I can act as a liaison between the Cylons and the Union. Providing you let him keep his union that is."

Her smiled widened. He was very convincing, and he had ties to the Workers' Union. The union was full of former soldiers, the most likely beginning of a resistance movement. "They have no plans to disband your group, unless of course you intend to do something foolish, like stage a revolt.

"And why would we do something like that? Your kind out number us 10 to 1 by my estimates. A revolt would be suicide,"he stated blandly, carefully maintaining eye contact with her.

"Unless of course there are some of us were willing to help your cause," she suggested.

"That's hardly likely."

"You'd be surprised. A number of us were very unhappy about the breech of the truce. We believe that humans and Cylons can co-exist peaceably."

Gaeta looked away, a whirl of emotions passing through him, confusion being the most prominent. Was this some sort of test? Or was she serious? And if she was serious, what then?