Caprica couldn't sleep. Not that she needed to sleep. She could drive her body on for days without it. She could withstand exhaustion and starvation without the least bit of difficulty. It wasn't the lack of sleep that bothered her. It was that she couldn't do it. To her it was a physical manifestation of what the others said about her behind her back. She could no longer control her body anymore than she could control her emotions. Lying in the bed next to Baltar she could not give him pleasure or support, and he could not give her peace even in their most intimate settings.
Yet more proof, not that she needed more, that they were living a pretense of a relationship—shallow, cold, and impotent. And it was her fault, because she was shallow, and cold, and empty inside. She wanted to love, and to be loved, but could she do either of those things without being human? She was beginning to doubt it. But that did not change her desire for those emotions, if anything it made that desire stronger.
She had been watching Gaius breath for an hour. She pet his hair as if he were a child and she his mother—mystified and gratified at the simple miracle of life. She wanted to hold him, to share the him with no one, yet she stopped herself from the selfish act by looking at what was happening to Leoben. You cannot imprison that who you love, nor can you protect them from their own humanity. And of the many things Gaius Baltar was, he was most of all human.
She slipped out of the bed and pulled on a robe to cover her naked form and slipped quietly out of the living quarters and along the halls of Colonial one to the president's office. She saw a light on and pushed the door open quietly, seeing Three sitting at Gaius's desk, working on something. An irrational anger welled up inside her at the idea of Three sitting in his chair and using his desk like she owned the place. Though they did, and that was a truth Caprica really couldn't deny in the end. Just because something was true though, didn't make it right.
"I didn't realize you had been elected President of the Twelve Colonies."
The voice made Three look up, and almost in opposition to Caprica's intent, D'Anna smiled. "It seemed like as good a place as any to work, and the desk is nice. One of the carpenters was making it for Roslin before they landed here, but he's since been performing more pressing needs."
The remains of humanity were distinctly short on truly useful skills such as farming and carpentry, and it had resulted in a great deal of their misery on New Caprica even before the Cylons arrived.
"A shame she never got to use it." It was a sentiment that surprised Caprica as much as it might have Three. It was part of the boiling caldron of emotions she had about the former President. Hate, fear, loathing, admiration. To banish that fruitless line of thought Caprica picked up one of the files that Three was working on. "I know this woman."
The dark skinned inscrutable face that stared out at her from the identity picture was one of those who worked in Roslin's school. D'Anna nodded, "Tory Foster. She's one of the Roslin loyalists. I think she might have even tried to steal the election from Baltar."
That comment provoked a new stab of hatred in Caprica's heart, both for the young woman in the picture and for her boss. It was anger on Gaius' behalf, righteous indignation mixed with religious fervor. A mere human being could not fight the Hand of God.
She put the file down and opened the next. Colonel Saul Tigh. And the next, Samual Anders. And the next, Galen Tyrol. "These are the resistance leaders." At least the ones they suspected, some with less justification than others. "What are you doing?"
"Coming up with a list of those that will need to be executed if the civil unrest gets worse."
"That's not your place," Caprica reacted instinctively to protect Baltar's authority, such as it was.
Three apparently could see her thought process and she gave a patronizing smile, "With our dear President's permission of course. Besides that's not the pile of people going on my list. Cavil is taking care of neutralizing Tigh, and removing the others would be too disruptive to the fabric of human society."
Putting the files back down on the pile she picked up the top three on the other pile. The top was Tom Zarek. She couldn't bring herself to have too much outrage at the prospect of Gaius' ungrateful vice president finding a sticky end. The next made her raise an eyebrow. "Cally Tyrol?"
"The wife of a resistance leader, her loss should take much of the fight out of him. And she murdered Eight in cold blood while on Galactica. It would do Boomer some good to feel power over her."
"You can't feel power over a dead body." Three didn't seem interested in rising to that bait, so Caprica flipped open the next file. It shouldn't have surprised her, but looking into the face of Laura Roslin did. She held up the picture to D'Anna by way of asking for justification for that one.
"You have to be kidding, she was the first on the list."
"You won't advocate killing a pyramid player because his loss would damage the fabric of the community but you don't think murdering their school teacher would make them explode?"
"Their anger will pass quickly and once it is done it is a permanent fact. Humanity gets no second chances at life and they do not get to face their murders again."
The last was a pointed comment directed at Six. She had broken their highest law. She had committed the first act of violence by one Cylon on another. And the Threes in particular had never forgiven her for it. She didn't respond though, but put the file down. "This is not why we came here."
"It's not why you came here, no, but your plan has failed and God's favor is shifting to those of us who are still Cylon at heart."
There was an insult in that statement. She was not, in Three's opinion, a real Cylon anymore. But what was she?
Three rose up from the desk and leaned against it looking right into Caprica's eyes. "You were wrong. God favors those who seek His plans, instead of making up their own."
And there it was, spoken aloud. The Cylons were abandoning her. They were turning their back on God, and searching for yet another false prophet.
Caprica wondered in her stunned silence, if that prophet was standing in front of her.