A/N: I use a couple lines of dialog from Battlestarstar Galactica: 4:15 No Exit but I change the people who use it.

Chapter 7: What's Left of Me

When the ship finally stopped everyone noticed that not only had the Enterprise traveled on its own but so had the entire Colonial fleet including the Cylon base ship.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Sir I think that Mr. Anders has linked into our warp drive."

"Is that even possible?"

"Yes." Roslin said simply, "I linked into Guinan's replicator to fix it just ten minutes ago. It's probably far simpler but it's the same basic idea and Sam has had more time. He may not even realize he's doing it. The ship may also be aiding in it as well."

"What do you mean?"

"The ship may not be able to tell the difference between its own software and Sam. It may be trying to repair itself."

"How do you know this?" Bill turned to her.

"The ship told me."

Will shook his head in disbelief, "What the hell do we do now. We can't even control our own ship?"

Picard began to think of all his options on what to do. His crew was waiting for him to speak when Data turned to him.

"Captain, I have intercepted a message from the planet. It is not to us but it is to Galactica, or more precisely to Colonial One." Data said.

"Patch it through."

"Ahhh, you are here. Finally. President Laura Roslin."

"It's Cavil." Laura said simply, "One of the Cylons."

"I want to speak with you. One of the famous Final Five. You do realize you are one of them by now don't you? Well if you don't, you do now. Sorry to disappoint you Madam President….but I have known all along you were one of us. Saul Tigh too. I so enjoyed ripping out his eye and playing soldier with Sam. I hear he's a vegetable now. No major loss. And Galen. That was so much fun playing priest with him. But the most fun was turning Tory into a precinct captain. That was priceless." Cavil paused, "Come alone Laura or I will kill Kara Thrace and I will make it painful."

Roslin closed her eyes for a moment, "I have to go Bill."

"No."

"Bill, you don't know him." She paused, "He will do what he says."

"And you know this how?" Will asked.

"Because I was the one who created him."

Laura paused as she stepped onto the planet ground. It had been a long time since she had stepped foot on solid ground and had felt real air on her face. Maybe she would have found it ironic that this was one of the planets that the Federation had offered in the treaty but she had no time to dwell on irony.

"Hello Laura."

"John."

"You know I hate that name." Cavil said simply.

"That is the name I gave you. I named you after my father."

"Thank you for that by the way."

"Where is Starbuck?"

"As per our agreement I sent her back to Galactica. I am a machine of my word."

"What do you want from me John?"

"What? Can't I just have a civil conversation with my mother?"

"If you wanted that, you could have asked." Roslin paused, "What happened to you John? Why are you so filled with hate?"

"Hate is a human emotion, I just want justice for all the evils the humans have done to my people."

"That's a lie and you know it. You don't have to do this. I can still help you. You can be good."

"Always the teacher." Cavil smiled smugly.

"Yes, and how very clever of you." Roslin slow clapped her hands, "Making me a teacher. What was your goal? To make me watch human children die and not be able to save them. Or was there something else. I don't think you actually intended for me to become President of the Twelve Colonies."

"No, that was a miscalculation on my part, Laura. Although it was fun to watch you pretend to be one of them. I only wish I could have seen your face when you realized what you really are."

"Tell me about Locutus?"

"What?" Captain Picard said suddenly confused.

Picard and Bill Adama were discussing options in Picard's ready room. Picard was sitting at his desk and Adama was sitting across from him. It was a strange thing for Adama, not being in charge not being the leader but a part of him liked it. A part of him liked not being the one ultimately responsible for the fate of everything; however no was not the time to think of that; Laura's life was on the line and he was still responsible for at least her. Always for her.

"I have no time for this, and I don't care who or what you are or what you did. If anyone can understand it's me. My best friend is a machine and so is my girlfriend. So who the frak is a Locutus?"

Picard nodded. Adama was right, somehow Locutus was important to all this and if anyone could understand it would be the man standing in the room with him. That didn't make it easy though. Locutus was what his nightmares were made of. His worst nightmares. After all these years Locutus of Borg still haunted his dreams.

"I am Locutus of Borg." Picard pause, "The Borg don't procreate. They assimilate. Usually a species or civilization at a time. They tried with the Federation but kept hitting a brick wall. We kept resisting them and kept beating them back, sometimes at a very high cost, a very high cost but we kept beating them back."

Adama waited as Picard paused again this time for a long moment. He knew this kind of story. This was the kind of story that hurt to tell. This was the kind of story that ate a person's inside. It was a story Adama needed to hear but it was story that couldn't be rushed so Adama waited for Picard to continue.

"Then the Borg tried a new tactic. They assimilated me. They made me one of them and called me Locutus. I was one of the few Borg to have a name. Most are called 3 of 6. Or 2 of 7. Depending on what they are doing or where they are located. But they gave me a name. I am the Captain of the Flagship of the Federation and I know….I have defeated the Borg." Picard paused again, "They used me to try and assimilate the Federation and they almost succeeded. By the time I was rescued and the Borg were stopped a lot of good people died."

Adama nodded, "I don't put much faith in prophecy but Roslin does and it seems to work for her. Maybe it's a Cylon thing, I don't know anymore, but according to both Roslin and Sam you…or Locutus hold some sort of key to something. I don't know. I'm grasping at straws here."

"He also calls Kara Thrace the Harbinger of Death."

"Yes, she's been called that a few times."

"Does that mean anything to you?"

"Not a thing."

"And she will lead us all to our end."

"Does sound fun though doesn't it?"

"Is this what it's like to hang out with you?"

"Fun isn't it."

"I need a drink."

"Me too."

"So your really came alone then, Laura." Cavil smiled as he continued to taunt Roslin.

"I told you I did."

"Well goody," Cavil paused, "Because I didn't."

Roslin looked up in horror as several Borg cubes suddenly warped into view. One after another Borg cubes pop up in space above her.

"What have you done?"

"I'm welcoming you home." Cavil smiled maliciously, "mother."

From behind her the Borg Queen came walking in what was supposed to be seductively but looked old and decrepit like her body had become over the centuries. She looked like a reanimated corpse and yet there was still something creepily sexy about her.

"Hello Laura."

Roslin closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself for what was to come,

Roslin snuck passed the fallen drone hoping it was dead. The plan had gone off better then she had hoped. She could hear Sam and Saul behind her. She had no idea where Tory and Galen were. She hoped they were still alive. The plan was actually working. They might just get out of this alive.

Roslin looked up. If the intelligence was correct this was the door to the hub. Once she got in all she had to do was download the virus into the hub and the drones would be on their own. No longer thinking with one mind. She opened the door.

"Hello Laura….."

Laura took a deep breath and opened her eyes, "Hello mother."