"Madam President, could you come with us, please?"

Laura slowly glances up, seeing the obvious young woman. Her face masked with the usual black ski mask. "Uh huh...one second." Even the guards, though they were just extensions of the cylons' grasp on humanity, still have a sense of respect for the woman. Laura scribbles 'Get Maya' on the student's paper before following them out of the tent. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asks, almost mockingly.

"I am not at liberty to say." The officer shakes her head, a plastic cable tie being wrapped around her wrists tightly.

"Are there any particular charges for my detainment this time?" She tilts her head to the side, looking into the eyes of the young woman.

The young officer shakes her head, "Ma'am, I'm just following orders."

"I appreciate your honesty." Laura smiles to her, noticing the other people from around the settlement who were also being escorted to an awaiting truck. She sighs as she slowly climbs up, taking a seat near the edge. She glances to the people more in the truck, near the front of the truck. She offers the people a smile, "Everything will be okay, everyone." She looks back to the opening, smiling softly when the Vice President climbs inside, "Need a lift, Mister Vice President?"

Tom Zarek glances over to the woman, a grin creeping across his face, "Guess so."

"Haven't seen much of you lately. Been busy these days?" She hums a soft laugh to herself, watching the man.

He shakes his head, "That's probably because I've been in detention."

She studies his face for a sign of deception, though she knows he has no reason to lie, especially to her, "How long have you been held?"

Tom shakes his head, thinking, "Four months...I think. I told Baltar I wouldn't have any parts of collaborating with the cylons...and he, uh, was pretty pissed."

"He's a little pissed at me too." Laura lifts her tied hands, wiggling her smallest finger. She smiles when he laughs.

"You've been in detention at all?"

She nods, "Few days. Silent treatment, then Baltar came in and...fed me whatever information he thought was going to intimidate me into stopping the suicide bombers." Laura smirks, "Frakking idiot."

"They hurt you at all?" He watches her, genuinely concerned for her well being.

"No...luckily, they didn't. I can see you, however, were not so lucky."

Tom shakes his head slowly, "No, I was not, but I've had worse."

Laura nodded, looking towards the ground. A great deal of thought presses on her mind. She sighs softly.

"To be honest, Laura, you were the one person I was hoping not to see with this." He leans back against the bench of the truck, "How is Sloane?"

"He's great...perfect." She smiles sadly, "I'm surprised you remember his name."

"Great looking kid like that? How could I forget?" Tom grinned for her. Something within him tells him this isn't good, that something is about to happen to them.

Laura huffs a soft laugh, "Walking...talking. When we're finished with all this, you should come and see him." She doesn't think they will ever finish though. Something is bound to happen. She knows it. She's been down this road before and she knows her luck is slowly running out.

"It's a frakking list of names. A death list. These people are set to be executed." Tyrol looked to the Colonel, frantic, "Cally's name is on this list, as well as over two hundred other names. We have to do something and we have to do it quickly."

Tigh nodded slowly, taking the cigarette from his lips as he watches the man, "Formulate a plan. Get people on it."

Tyrol shook his head a little, watching the older man, "That's it? That's all you have to offer? What if Ellen were on this list? Roslin is on this list...her kid will be without a mother, just like Nicky unless we figure this out together."

The younger man quickly picked up on his weakness, Sloane Roslin. "Alright, fine. Here's what you're gonna do." He talks over the details with the younger man pointing out key areas of where they were told to meet, as well as where their drops were heading, "Got it? You need to get ahead of the trucks."

The younger man nodded, a frantic look on his face, "Yes, Sir." He started to walk to the tent flap.

"Chief." He called, forcing the man to turn around, "Pull yourself together. It won't do you any good if you get caught too. Besides, the last thing your son wants is me and Ellen for parents."

Tyrol nodded again. He needed to save these people. He needed to save his wife.

"Find that list." Saul mumbled, hoping the man would get there in time to save them. He couldn't imagine being able to look at the toddler he'd grown fond of while knowing his mother was dead because they just didn't get there to save her in time.

"Sharon and her team made it successfully." Bill speaks to his son over the communications line in the center console of the CIC, "How are things on your end?"

"Holding steady." Lee nods, looking up to the DRADIS, "Calm before the storm tomorrow."

"You've got that right. We're bringing our people home. I'll give anything, including my life, to save those people."

"I know you will. That's what scares me." The younger man continues, "You think they're alright down there? Sloane and Laura?" He notices Dee shy away from him at the mention of the names, causing him to sigh softly. He needs the confirmation though. He needs to know that all of this won't be done in vain.

"Reports from the ground say they are." Bill nods, as if it can be seen through the line, "They should be formulating a plan as we speak. By tomorrow, you'll get to hold your boy in your arms...finally."

Lee smirks at the thought, "I can't wait."

"Remember 0600." Adama places the phone back onto the receiver, glancing around his CIC. He nods to Helo, "Anything new for me?"

"No, Sir." Helo smiles softly, "Sir, may I say one thing though?" When the old man nods, he leans closer to him, "Thank you for trusting Sharon...and me too...this wouldn't be happening if you didn't."

"You're my XO. If I didn't trust you, we'd be in a hell of a lot of trouble." Bill smirks slightly.

The tall man nods, "Yes, Sir, we would." He folds his arms across his broad chest, "0600?"

Bill nods, "We're bringing our people home and we don't go on unless we do."

"Pegasus stays with the civilian ships?" When the other man nods, he continues, "Apollo doesn't know, does he..."

"No, but he'll learn quickly...unless he figures it out on his own." Bill looks up to the DRADIS again, "I'm going to my quarters. Let me know if conditions change." He turns away from his XO, leaving the area.

A boy raised his hand, calling out when the Vice President called upon him to speak, "My Dad said you blow things up. Is that true?"

Tom smiled ever so slightly, "Yes, it is. However, I hurt a lot of people. The lives of the innocent are the ones I regret, but without it...there couldn't have been change. I don't enjoy violence, but when you're older, you will see that sometimes it is the only way to ensure change is made."

A smaller girl raised her hand, one of the quiet ones, she speaks when she's called upon, "Did you kill a lot of people?"

The Vice President shrugged, "Just one person is too many."

The same girl continued, "My sister said you're a terrorist...what does that mean?"

He chuckled, "Okay, we're getting ahead of ourselves. Some believe me to be a terrorist, some consider me a freedom fighter. I prefer the latter. The local government of Sagittaron was terrible at the time. They were very bad people who made others work their hands to the bones while they collected the profits by selling our natural resources that we worked for to other colonies. Meanwhile, we were hurting. We were lacking in supplies, but what we lacked was being shipped Geminon or Caprica or wherever? That doesn't seem very fair now, does it?" Tom shook his head, "So, while I worked with the S.F.M...or Sagittaron Freedom Movement, we did some bad things, like blowing up buildings, so that the government would treat the people better."

Another child raised her hand, being called upon, she asked, "If you did all that, how did you get to be Vice President?"

Tom nodded slowly, "I was in prison for a very long time. I needed to atone for the loss of life from the bombings, but our point got across." He smiled softly again, "Your teacher, when she was President, allowed my ship to be controlled by those who lived there. It also meant we were freed, but I made sure we helped the other ships so that no one would have any reason to think poorly of us." He looked to the girl as he answered her question, looking around to the other students from time to time, "My people chose me to represent Sagittaron within the Quorum. I helped President Baltar run his campaign and he made me his Vice President."

"Is Ms. Roslin mad at you for helping him and not her?"

The man slowly glanced to the woman over his shoulder, offering her a smirk, "I sure hope not."

Laura blushed ever so slightly, "Okay, everyone. Let's thank Vice President Zarek for stopping in with us today to talk about Sagittaron." When the class applauded and yelled their sentiments of thanks, she continued, "Now, pack up and go on home."

Tom turned, folding his arms as he turned to her, "Thanks for having me today."

She shook her head, "They should know how things were on the colonies and since you were the former Quorum member of Sagittaron...and offered to help in the beginning of the week, I thought it would only be fitting to ask you." She moaned softly as she stood, hand resting on the side of her pregnant belly.

"You okay?" He furrowed his brow slightly.

Laura nodded, "I'm fine." She slowly collected the books and writing instruments from the picnic bench tables.

"Let me do that." Tom shook his head, "You tell me what to do." He motions for her to sit.

"Oh, I couldn't-"

"I mean it. Sit." He smirked, doing as she was doing, "You sure you feeling alright?"

She watched him, offering him a smile, "I'm having some contractions, but-"

Tom paused, staring at her middle, "What?"

Laura waved her hand dismissively, "Layne Ishay gave me a book to better prepare myself. It said they're completely normal around this time and nothing to worry about."

He heaved a sigh of relief, "You trying to give me a heart attack?"

"I apologize." She smirked, "I have a doctor's appointment in a few days. Thirty weeks already."

Tom grinned more, stacking the last pile of textbooks on the last table, "I hope you'll keep me informed."

"For what reason?"

He shrugged, walking over to her and sitting next to her, "I want to hear all about the little guy...and I want to make sure his mother is taken care of."

"That's very sweet of you, Tom. I'm fine though, really." Laura glanced over to him, gently placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

"I was thinking...maybe you'd like to have dinner sometime?" Tom slowly searched her face for any sign of a reaction, "I know you don't like going into the public much, but I could bring it here...or in your quarters..."

She pouted, "Tom, why would you want to date a pregnant woman? Especially one so close to her due date." It was very flattering. Laura was surprised by his question, she brought her hand that was resting on his arm to her own chest. On Caprica, her mother would always point out that her daughter went for the 'bad boys'. This is different though. Tom was a very different type of bad boy. She could never love him, but he was sweet and even caring at times.

He shook his head, "I wouldn't be dating your pregnancy, Laura, I'd be dating you." Tom smirked slightly, then shook his head, "It was a stupid question. I'm sure you have a lot on your plate and I'm sorry I asked." He paused, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, of course not. However, your constant visits make a bit more sense now."

Tom hummed, "I haven't been bothering you much, have I?"

Laura shook her head, watching him, "Let me deal with this visit with the doctor and I'll give you an answer." She gently touched his arm again before getting up.

"Let's go. Stretch your legs." The guards pound on the sides of the trucks, "Everyone out."

Tom jumps out, offering his hand to Laura, who is right behind her, "Watch your step."

Laura smiles softly to him, "Thank you." They had been driving for hours, though no one really knew where. She can't help but think the officers know where they're going exactly either. The plastic of the tie digs into her wrists as she attempts to reposition them. She takes a deep breath, overlooking the hill.

The man stands next to her, smiling softly, "Laura, that election last year...you tried to steal it, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." She nods slowly, her smile growing some as she glances to him.

Tom chuckles, knowing for some reason that something is about to happen. "Ah...I wish you had gone through with it."

Laura looks back to the hill, "Me too."

He sighs, "I wish someone would tell us something."

She shakes her head, "I think we both know what's going to happen when we finally meet our destination...if we ever meet our destination."

Tom nods again, noticing a glint of light rising from the hill and the sound they've all become far too accustomed to. He tries to pull Laura back from the front of the crowd.

Laura shakes her head when she sees the cylon centurions flip their hands to their gun attachments. She pulls Tom Zarek down the hill's valley as she hears gunfire above. She closes her eyes until she hears no more. That wasn't cylon gunfire, she tells herself. She quickly gasps for breath as she tries to sit up slowly, "You alright, Tom?"

"Yeah." He does the same, watching her, "Been a while since I had a woman throw me to the ground. Not quite as much fun as I remember." Tom grins, watching as she laughs, "How about you, you okay?"

She nods, glancing around when she sees the prisoners by the truck still standing. Laura lets Tom help her up from the ground.

"You alright down there?" Galen Tyrol smirks, standing at the top of the hill, looking down at the unsuspecting Vice President and former President.

Laura's face is full of surprise when she looks up to him, "Oh my gods. It's good to see you, Chief."

"Good to see you too, ma'am." He nods.

Cally glances around before moving even closer to her husband, letting him wrap his arm around her, "What happens now? Where do we go from here?"

"We're going home." Tyrol nods, looking down to the two leaders in the ditch again, "We're going home. Admiral Adama is on his way. We're getting off this rock and going back to Galactica."

Laura laughs softly to herself in relief as she looks toward the sky, "Thank gods."

Zarek watches as the people slowly begin to walk off, he stops the woman before she tries to make her way up the hill to follow the people back to the settlement. He quickly pulls Laura close, covering her mouth with his own in a tender kiss. He pulls away, looking into her glass covered eyes, "Thank you for trying to save my life."

She shakes her head a little, "I didn't do anything."

"You did." He doesn't go into it further, just keeping an arm around her.

Laura swallows, watching him, "Tom, I-"

"It's okay. I just wanted to thank you properly. I'm no stranger to detention, but four months without so much as seeing another person who wasn't a cylon...makes a guy a little crazy." Tom smirks, "Come on, let me help you up the hill. I'm sure Sloane is looking for his mother."