Caprica City – Six years ago

"Frak, Hillard, did you have to hit so hard?" Sam asked through his teeth, clutching his knee in pain on the floor. He was in the C-buccs' field training a new move with two of his teammates: Joe Hillard and Jean Barolay.

"You told me not to go easy on you," Hillard replied worriedly, approaching him. "How bad does it feel? Frak, coach will kill me if you can't play the championship because me!"

Jean Barolay laughed. "Calm down, you two. Ol' Jones will fix that in a minute." Everyone in the team knew their physical-therapist as a real miracle worker. "He put me back on the field a month after I banged my elbow."

"Ol' Joe retired, Jeanie," Hillard told her. "Didn't you hear? He decided to dedicate himself to fishing. There's some new guy. I saw his name on the board. Something Decker."

"Will you please stop the pep-talk and help me up so I can get to the frakking physical therapist?!" Sam protested.

Looking guilty, Hillard was the first to move and helped his teammate getting up from the floor. Barolay joined and together they helped Sam get to the team's physical-therapy center. The door was opened by an unfamiliar woman. Sam was dumbstruck, forgetting his pain for a moment. She wasn't tall but she wasn't short either. Her strawberry blond hair was arranged in a ponytail. There was soothing about her dark-green eyes that fascinated Sam in the moment he saw her.

"We need the physical-therapist. Decker, I think. Anders, here, hurt his knee," Barolay announced.

"I am Erin Decker. The physical-therapist," she stated, opening the door wider. "Come in."

They entered the room, leading Sam to one of the beds, where he painfully laid.

"Why don't you go wait in the hall?" Decker suggested politely. "I need to examine him. It may take a while."

Barolay nodded and did as she suggested, pulling Hillard behind her. "We'll see you later, Sam," she said before closing the door behind her.

And Sam was left alone with the incredibly beautiful physical-therapist. He took a deep breath when he saw her approaching.

"Samuel T. Anders," she said, a calming smile playing on her face. "My dad is a big fan of yours. Says you're the future of this team."

Her father liked him… maybe that would give him points. "I'll have no future if my knee stays like this."

She observed the knee more closely. It was now swollen and looked painful. "So, how did this happen?" she inquired.

"Hillard hit me a little too hard during his move," Sam said.

She nodded and touched his knee, trying to find the exact place where he had been hurt.

Her hands are so soft, he thought. I wonder of all of her is this soft… For a moment, he was shocked at his own thoughts. He had just met the girl!

She pressed the side of his knee, causing him to gasp in pain. "Hum, I think I found it," she murmured. "You need to make a few exams, but I'm pretty sure it is a Lateral Ligament Sprain."

"That sounds bad," he said.

She looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic smile. "It is. Could be worse, though."

"We were training a new move for the championship. It is in four months. Think I'll be able to play?" he asked hopefully.

"If I'm right about the sprain, I think you will," she told him, getting up to get an ice-pack. "The bad news is that you'll have to spend a good deal of time with me during the next couple of months. Rehabilitation."

He shivered when the ice touched his skin. "You seem like a better company than old Joe," Sam told her. "Don't get me wrong. He made miracles, but his mood was not the best. But his brother is worse, believe me."

"Well, I'm glad you can see a silver lining in the middle of this" she said, smiling at him.

And something deep down in his brain told him that was the girl for him. "What a silver lining…"

---

Present Time

Sam smiled at the memory of the day he had first met Erin. Now, here they were – an engagement, a called of wedding, a reunion, a son, a new pregnancy and a re-engagement later, they were together and this time for good, he hoped.

"What's making you grin like an idiot?" Erin inquired, looking up at him as the two stood at her small room's doorway, watching Nate sleep.

"You," he replied, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Should we wake him?" Erin questioned in a whisper.

Two hours had passed since Sam had returned to the planet, which had been long enough for him to retrieve all his belongings from the bunkroom and move them into Erin's cabin, well, their cabin now.

"Probably," he said. "It's almost dinner time, anyway. We'll be able to have a little chat with him before we go to the mess."

"Makes sense," Erin agreed. She was about to step in the bed's direction in order to wake their son, but Sam was faster, grabbing her by the arm and pulling to a kiss. She smiled against his lips. "You're distracting them from my mission."

"Don't care," he replied, kissing her again. He eventually let her go. "It's just that we won't be able to kiss again while he's awake without hearing an 'ew' or something of that sort."

Erin patted his cheek. "We'll find our own sneaking system," she told him before turning around and walking closer to the bed.

She kneeled by it and slowly worked on waking the little boy. She is a great mom, Sam realized. He hoped to become as good as a parent as she was. He saw as Nate slowly came around and Erin whispered something to his ear, which seemed to awake him completely.

"You're back!" Nate shouted happily in the moment he saw Sam standing on the doorway. He jumped out of bed and launched himself at his father, who caught him eagerly.

"I see you missed me, kid," he stated.

The little boy nodded several times. "It worked!" he said. "I wished really hard for you to be my daddy and then Mommy told you really were! And then I wished for you to be okay and you are! It really worked!"

Sam smiled at Nate. "It did, didn't it?"

His son nodded again excitedly. "Can I call you Daddy, now?" he asked.

Sam smiled and looked at Erin, who was now lying on the bed on top of the covers. He had waited for that moment since he had first found out about Nate. She smiled back encouragingly. He pretended to think for a while. "Of course you can, buddy. I think you've already earned that right…"

"Now, Mr. Nathan," Erin called from the bed, "you come back here 'cause the three of us have some stuff to work out."

"Now, Mommy?" Nate complained.

"Yep, Monkey," she confirmed, patting the empty space beside her on the bed. "Don't worry. You and your dad will have loads of time to catch up later."

Sam ruffled his son's hair. "Come on," he said. "Mommy says, we obey," he looked at Erin and mouthed 'or maybe not'. She raised an eyebrow in return.

He occupied the space by her side and Nate managed to sandwich between the two, even though the bed was not as large as a regular double should be… The little boy snuggled against his mom's side, who put her arm around his shoulders.

"First of all," she announced, "you and I will have to share our cabin with one extra person. I hope you don't mind…"

"Daddy's moving in with us?" he asked excitedly.

"Yep," Sam confirmed. "I've already moved all my stuff…"

"Cool!" The little boy said in victory.

"Second of all," Erin continued. "Tomorrow you are going with Mommy and Daddy priest-hunting."

Nate's eyes widened in horror. "We're hunting priests?" he gasped.

"Not literally," Sam explained with a laugh. The kid was something else… "We're going to look for a priest to marry your mom and I. You know, to make things official."

His son examined him for a moment. "Does that mean you get to kiss Mommy like other mommies and daddies?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Yes, it does," Sam confirmed, as Erin put her hand in front of her mouth to keep herself from laughing at their son's bluntness.

"All the time?" Nate inquired, with an engrossed expression all over his face.

"We'll try to keep it minimal around you," Erin promised. "Now, third of all." She exchanged looks with Sam. "How would you like to become a big brother?"

The little boy's face lit up. Erin could tell he liked the idea. "A big brother?"

"You know, have a little brother or sister around," she told him.

"To play?" he asked excitedly.

Erin nodded. "When he or she gets bigger," she told him. "What do you think?"

Nate was silent for a moment. "You'll still love me, won't you?" he asked them in a shy whisper.

Sam laughed. "Sure we will. You'll always be our little guy."

"You'll just have to share us a bit," Erin added.

"Where's the baby now?" the little boy inquired. "When does he get here?"

"The baby is right here," Erin said, patting her stomach.

Nate's eyes widened. "You ate it, Mommy?"

"Of course not," she said.

"The how did he get there?" he inquired, once again confused.

Sam was covering his mouth to keep himself from laughing and Erin glared at him.

"Ask your father, honey," she told her son, smiling at Sam's horrified face.

---

At hers and Lee's cabin, Kara lounged on the couch with Jamie on her lap. It was a relief to have her baby back with her, even though she still felt a bit of guilt over having said she was dead. Jamie, however, didn't seem to be affected by that at all, giggling contently as she played with her mother's dog tags.

Kara couldn't help smiling. Maybe it was the happy pills talking, but at that moment she felt things would be working out soon. She felt like the whole fight had a point, like they were about to reach the finish line.

She saw Lee appearing by her side and kneeling by the couch. He grinned at the baby girl. "Mommy thought you'd be mad at her, isn't she silly?" he asked Jamie, who giggled in return. "Mommy is really silly. Good thing she's so pretty."

Kara was about to hit him on the head but the sharp pain in her left arm reminded her that she wasn't supposed to move it. "Frak," she cursed under her breath. Frakking Leoben and his frakking gun.

Her husband turned to her worriedly. "Are you okay?" he inquired.

She nodded, biting her lip. Why couldn't her good arm be the one on his side? "Do me a favor and hit yourself for me," she told him.

Lee laughed. "Don't be so cranky," he told her, kissing her cheek. "I think you owe me something from that bet we made earlier."

"Later," she promised.

He sat on the couch, lifting her legs and resting them on his lap. He watched her observe Jamie and he knew her guilt wasn't gone. "I told you Jamie would be fine," he said. "You had the guts to do something hard in order to protect her. That only makes you a better mom."

Kara sighed, caressing Jamie's soft hair. She yawned and rested her head against her mother's chest, a little chubby hand grasping her clothes. The baby didn't fall asleep, but her body relaxed completely, in what Kara sometimes called 'her standby mode'. "The bastard said she was his because I was meant for him," Kara whispered to Lee. "He is completely insane. I… I was terrified just by knowing he was aware of Jamie."

Lee patted her knee lovingly. "It's over," he said. Just when he was about to continue, the phone started ringing and cursed under his breath as he got up. Jamie whimpered, having been startled by the sound of the phone. Kara caressed the baby's back with her unharmed arm, calming her down.

"Adama," Lee said. "What?… Hum, hum… okay. Tell him I'll be joining him there." He hung up and turned to Kara. "My dad is in the ship. Apparently, D'Anna is awake and he wants to question her. I've got to go too."

Kara straightened up on the sofa, careful not to let Jamie fall. "I'm going too," she said.

"What?!" he asked in disbelief.

"I was there, Lee," Kara told him. "I want to know what happened. What that light was."

"But what about Jamie? Who's gonna watch her?" he asked. "You don't wanna send her back to the daycare, do you?"

"Please, the nurses will wrestle each other to get a chance to hold her," she said with a chuckle. "Pick her up, will you?"

Lee sighed and reached for the baby girl, who immediately lifted her little arms in his direction. "Well, let's hope this goes well…"

---

D'Anna was panicked. Why? Why had they got it all wrong? Now, everything was clear. Everything. They had done a big mistake, a gigantic mistake. And they needed to correct it, at least as much as they could. But it was too late now…

"What's wrong with her?" she heard a feminine voice whisper. It was Starbuck.

"No idea," Lee replied.

"Can you hear us?" Bill Adama asked the cylon.

She nodded, not looking in their eyes. She just couldn't…

"You are in our custody now. We want to ask you a few questions. It will be better for you if you respond," he told her.

D'Anna nodded again. How could she say 'no' after what they had done? She wouldn't fight if they tried to kill her. She deserved it. All of them did. "Anything," she whispered.

"The reports say you were surrounded by a light in the temple," the Admiral said. "What was it?"

"The truth," she replied. "About everything. We got it all wrong. God didn't want us to kill you all. We were wrong. God just wanted us to leave our parents behind, to fly solo and make our own civilization… He will never forgive us. We were so wrong."

The three humans gasped, staring at her. Was that a trick? It didn't look like one, considering her facial expression. D'Anna looked genuinely sorry, not that it made much of a difference now. The holocaust had already been done. The lives that had been taken couldn't be given back…

Kara coughed. "What else did that light tell you?" she asked.

D'Anna blinked. "Everything. About the universe, Earth, God, the Final Five…"

"Wait, what about the Final Five?" Lee inquired. The questions about the last five models of the cylon were endless. Could the answers be right in front of them within D'Anna.

The cylon sighed. "It was revealed to me what they were. The first to be created. They used to be humans. Abandoned kids. Meaningless drunks. People nobody would miss," she explained. "Around two decades ago, we had a couple of humans on our side – the first creators. They managed to get around a dozen of individuals like that. We tried to make them special, turn like cylons as much as we could. Only eight survived the first year but three of them didn't survive the second. At first, we thought we had succeeded but we were wrong. The five were too human, too compassionate, too weak. They didn't take orders, especially the younger ones. They were a failure – nothing more than humans with a couple of chips in their brains and few changes in their DNA to make them smarter and more skilled. Their presence was affecting everyone, so we needed to discard them. Killing them was not an option – they were our creations, after all. So we sent them back to the colonies with fake memories and back stories. New models started to be developed and the five's existence was kept a tabu among us. Nobody knew their identities until they were revealed to me."

"Who are they?" Adama asked directly.

D'Anna shook her head. "Promise me you won't harm them. They are the only innocents among us. They are the only ones who didn't take part in our mistakes. Promise me."

Kara looked at her in disbelief. She wasn't anything like the D'Anna that had gotten Cally killed earlier that day. Had the revelations changed her forever. And the five? If she was telling the truth, which Kara had a feeling she was, they were nothing more than victims. "You say they are too human…"

"Yes," she said. "They do not have any programming or whatsoever."

Adama cleared his throat. "If I make that promise, what makes you believe I won't just kill them anyway?"

"Because they are innocent. They, or at least a few of them, have proved themselves to you over and over again. I know you'd never willingly kill anyone who doesn't deserve it," D'Anna said confidently.

There was a moment of silence when everybody contemplated what she had just said. Adama was the one to break it. "I promise."

D'Anna nodded. "The final five are… they are the five people who were with Starbuck in the temple. Saul and Ellen Tigh, Samuel Anders, Galen Tyron and Tory Foster."

A/N: Took me long enough, didn't it? Computer problems. My dad's PC crashed, I spent the whole week trying to save the files in his hard-drive. Suceed, partially... Anyway, here is the chapter. Just one more and the epilogue. Remember, 10 reviews will get you a preview in my livejournal. Prey my bad luck doesn't strike again.