A/N: Having some difficulties with the upload on this chapter so the break between segments may appear differently, sorry about any confusion it causes.

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"I've been thinking about our time together and I so very much enjoyed all of our long chats while I was a guest on the Galactica. You remember that don't you? The beatings and such," he paused, smiling down at her again.

"As I recall you were a prisoner of war and my job was to interrogate you," Kara responded coldly, still trying to determine what kind of game he was playing.

"But you felt bad when they jettisoned me from the airlock didn't you? You can admit it; I'm such an old friend after all."

"Friend is hardly the term I'd use where you're concerned," she managed to answer. In the back of her mind though, she couldn't help but recall the odd feelings she'd felt upon seeing his body flying out into the blackness of space. Although she'd never have admitted it to anyone, even Lee who knew most of her darkest secrets, his execution had left a bad taste in her mouth. They'd promised him he'd live if he talked, but President Roslin had reneged on that, insisting that they didn't bargain with terrorists. But somehow, other than being one of 'them,' she'd been unable to think of him as a terrorist.

"I guess it must be hard for you to admit your true feelings. It'd almost be like collaboration with the enemy now wouldn't it?" he smirked. He seemed to know instinctively all the right buttons to push when it came to Kara Thrace.

She was about to reply, but the noise of others waking and leaving their tents for the day gave her pause. There was no way she was going to be spotted talking to a Cylon. Without thought to the consequences, she reached out and grabbed hold of Leobon's sleeve, tugging him away from tent. It wasn't until they'd reached some trees skirting the edge of the encampment that she realized what she'd done. She half expected one of the toasters that patrolled the perimeter to show up and take her prisoner or shoot her on the spot. But perhaps they didn't do that if you were with one of their own.

"Feeling protective of me? Or trying to cover your own ass? Associating with the enemy and all," he said, as soon as they came to a halt. "What do you think they'd say? What do you think Sam would say?"

Kara whirled to face him. "For the last fracking time, what do you want!" she spat out.

He smiled, stepping away a few paces and leaning back against a tree. With his arms akimbo, he looked her over once more. "Uh uh, not like that. I'm not the prisoner anymore, you are. So, as such, I could stand here and demand that you answer all of my questions or shoot you on the spot. But I'd rather we have a little tit-for-tat so to speak. You answer my questions, and maybe, if your answers are sufficient to me, I'll answer some of yours. Within reason of course."

Kara looked at him as though considering his proposal, though deep down inside she's livid with rage. The audacity of the man astounded her almost as much as it intrigued her. How had he managed to learn that she was there on the planet? And how did he know about Sam? She tried to pay it cool with him.

"Besides your whole grand Cylon plan, or how to most effectively kill all of your kind, what information could you possibly have that I would want to know?"

"Do you ever wonder about that scar on your abdomen? Why you were never put in with the rest of the breeding stock as soon as you were fit?" he asked, completely throwing her off guard. "You remember the Farm, don't you, Kara?"

"What do you know about that?" she whispered hoarsely, her hand involuntarily going up to rest atop the clothing that covered her scar. It was one of the great mysteries from her time with the resistance on Caprica. She'd suffered no ill effects from the mysterious wound, and for the most part had been able to push her fears about it to the back of her mind, until now.

"I know it all," he said, that enigmatic smile of his never leaving his face. He pushed away from the tree, slowly circling around her, watching as she struggled to keep her face impassive. He knew how much his words affected her though, so he continued his taunting.

"How many times have you woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat? Wondering if we may have implanted some sort of tracking device in you? Maybe a bomb? Something small and undetectable…"

His words send Kara's mind racing over all the possibilities, despite Doc Cottle having given her a clean bill of health. The things Leobon was suggesting mirrored all the horrible things she'd thought of before all by herself. It was the stuff of her nightmares, and being reminded of it all over again caused a knot of fear to form in her throat.

"What do you want from me?" Kara whispered her reply, for once unable to meet his eyes. He reaches out, his hand lightly grasping her chin as he propels her face upward till she's looking into his eyes.

"Everything," he replies.

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Helo was the first to break off eye contact with Dee, cursing under his breath as he reached for the bottle of ambrosia and took a long pull.

"That was….different," she said, a look of bemusement on her face. "It almost felt incestuous though, like I was kissing my brother."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he responded, passing the bottle to her. He still avoided her gaze, thinking how he'd like to kick his own ass for his stupidity. Kissing Dee was like a science experiment gone wrong, something that sounded good in theory, but crashed and burned in the harsh light of reality.

"But it was still kinda…..nice," she added, trying to be tactful. Hoping she could alleviate some of the tension that suddenly seemed to be overwhelmingly filling the small room.

"Sure," he replied, sounding none too convinced.

"But I'm not Sharon," she said, fishing for a means to get him to open up.

"No. You're not. But then, I'm not Lee either."

"Not even if it was dark and I had my eyes closed."

They shared an uncomfortable moment of silence before Helo let out a humorless laugh.

"We're some pair aren't we?" he said, finally looking into her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Both of us here, pining over people that don't want us in return. I feel so pathetic sometimes. I mean, at least the object of your affection is human. I don't even know what I'm in love with. Would you believe me if I blamed it on the ambrosia?" he asked, giving her a small smile as met her eyes at last.

"Hardly, considering how much is still in that bottle. But, if it makes you feel any better, you at least know what you're up against. I feel like even though he ended things and we're supposed to be friends I'm still fighting the ghosts of Lee's past. I think things were doomed for us even before they started."

"Ghosts of the past...Kara?" Helo guessed, right off the bat. A person would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to miss the fireworks that went off whenever Lee and Kara were together, and he wasn't just thinking about the fighting. There was always something simmering under the surface, jealousy, love, hate. You name it; their feelings for each other covered the full gamut of emotion.

"For one. Okay, probably the biggest one," Dee grinned at Helo's disbelieveing look. She continued on, despite the sadness that entered into her voice. "Did Lee ever tell you about his girlfriend back on Caprica?"

"No way. Was she issued to him from the military?" he asked, only half jokingly. Despite having come to know Lee quite well over the past year, to the point of considering him probably the best friend he had now, there was still a part of Lee that couldn't be touched. It was the part that he hid behind a persona that was thoroughly entrenched in military protocols, who thought that all the answers were clearly either black or white.

"Hardly," Dee laughed a true honest to goodness laugh as she mimicked his earlier response. "He was young and in love, she wanted to start a family and he didn't. Then the Cylons invaded, and everything was taken out of his hands. Except for that lingering question in his mind, 'Did he do the right thing?' I think it eats him up inside still."

"Why didn't he want to have a family?"

"I think he was just plain scared. Look at his family. His father was always gone, and when he was home, he'd just grown so far apart from the rest of them. I think Lee's afraid that if he married and had kids of his own the same thing would happen."

"So he's scared that he'll have kids who're going to have to go through the same things he did?"

"More or less. At least, that's what I've come up with from what I've been able to piece together. Lee isn't really big on talking about his past."

They were silent again, each lost in their own thoughts as they passed the ambrosia back and forth between them. At last Dee spoke.

"So what about the latest rumors on Sharon? Do you really think she tried to kill the old man with her bare hands?"

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Kara hurried back to Chief Tyrol's tent, her mind still reeling from her chat with Leobon. He wouldn't give her any answers about what had been done to her back on Caprica. He was stringing her along, baiting her. And she was going along with it. She'd agreed to meet him the next day there in the woods. They'd play question and answer until they both got what they wanted. She just hoped it wasn't her very soul that he was after.

"Kara? Where've you been?" Sam called out from the clearing in front of the tent.

"I….I just took a quick walk," she hurried to reply. "I guess I couldn't take all this waiting any more than you." The excuse sounded lame, even to her ears, but Sam didn't seem to notice. An odd look in his eyes alerted her that something was wrong.

"Sam? What is it? What's wrong?"

"The baby didn't make it. Doc says he was stillborn, but…."

"But what?"

"I talked to Foley, that medic who was helping him. He said that the baby's umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. She had to deliver it breach, and it just went on too long. Even if the cord didn't necessarily strangle him, it was pinched off in the birth canal…."

"By the gods!" Kara exclaimed, not wanting to hear any more. "What about Cally? How's she holding up?"

"She's unconscious right now, she was hemorrhaging pretty badly, I guess old Doc Cottle had a pretty bad time getting it under control."

"But she's alive, right? She's going to be okay."

"They don't know. She lost an awful lot of blood, the Doc didn't seem too sure she'd pull through. Not that he'd come right out and admit something like that, not with Galen in the room."

"The Chief…"

"He's sitting with her now. He seems to be holding up…well, as good as anyone could, given the circumstances."

Kara was quiet for a moment, letting all the information sink into her already troubled mind. "Cally will be okay, she's a tough one. She's been shot, beat up……She'll be okay," she finally murmured, almost as though she needed to convince herself.

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"How could you do something like that? What purpose could it have served?" Lee demanded, still reeling from his father's revelation that Hera's death had been staged.

"I didn't do anything. And as I said, President Roslin had decreed it was for the greater good. We're both soldiers Lee, we follow the orders handed down to us by our superiors whether we agree with them or not," William reasoned.

"You went along with the plan, that's something."

"I didn't have a choice," the older man argued. Deep down inside though, he doubted his own words. He'd had a choice, but he'd gone along with the path of least resistance. And perhaps some of it had been revenge. Even if this particular Sharon hadn't been the one behind the assassination attempt on him, he couldn't help but despise her for it, every time he looked at her face.

"Look, I can understand why you would have kept the baby away from Sharon," Lee relented. And it was true. How much could you trust a Cylon? They'd all seen how the other Sharon seemed to act without a conscious knowledge of what she was doing. Why should this one be any different? Although, he did grudgingly concede to himself that up until she'd lost her child, this Sharon had always been willing to help them, even after that incident with those crewmen from the Pegasus trying to rape her.

"But you don't understand why we'd do such a thing to Helo?" his father finished.

"Yeah."

"If we had told him his daughter was still alive, do you really believe he'd have been able to keep that from Sharon?"

"Probably not, but that doesn't make it any more right."

"I know how you're feeling son; I've had those same doubts running through my head ever since the decision was made. But it was done, and I have to believe that Laura, ur, President Roslin, had the best interests of the fleet at heart."

"Have you told Helo yet?"

"No."

"So why tell Sharon about it now, Dad? I doubt she's going to have a sudden change of heart towards us, especially after learning that we stole her child from her. And before Helo even knows about it?"

"Lee, she's the best hope we have of getting back to the planet undetected by the Cylons. I believe Helo will understand why it was necessary…."

"You stole a man's child, turned the woman, the Cylon, he loved against everybody and you think he's going to understand?"

William stared at his son, not even wanting to contemplate the answer to that question. It was one he'd been asking himself ever since leaving Sharon's prison. He could leave her and her rage behind in a cell, knowing she'd co-operate with him for the chance of getting her daughter back. Helo was going to be an entirely different matter.